Chapter 109: Ruins... Plains?

As the sky gradually brightened, Aolang finally managed, by the daylight, to see the full appearance of this camp.

Unlike the simple camps commonly seen in the desert—where one would casually pitch a tent at an oasis and stick some wooden stakes in for a fence—this camp was clearly built with great effort.

It was located halfway up a rocky mountain, where an ancient ruin stood.

Although the main body of the ruin had long since collapsed under the wear of years and sand, the load-bearing walls still stubbornly—

"Your father led you to raid the granary? Did you succeed? And how did Lv Bu retreat?" Xiao Yi asked.

"Treasure Lord, shall this old monk explain things to the two of you?" the elderly monk said to Yi Xiao Tian Xia Zui.

The Green Dragon Sacred Land had spent far, far too much effort scheming to seize the realm of Divine Province; to have him give it up now was something he could not accept.

Shadows of people came and went in the city in an endless stream—among them Cultivators, as well as ordinary mortals—too many to count.

An emerald-green grassland stretched as far as the eye could see; blue sky, white clouds, a clear sky for ten thousand li, a blazing sun hanging high on the horizon, giving warmth; a gentle breeze blew past, carrying the fragrance of wild grass and wildflowers.

He even hugged Qin Muchen's thigh and started crying, snot and tears together, so that outsiders seeing it would have thought Qin Muchen, that scumbag, had abandoned him.

He was a person whose three souls were incomplete—he had only two souls in his body. It was because he possessed a wisp of the Ancestral Dragon's remnant soul that he was able to continue cultivating and become a Soul Cultivator; but where his other soul had gone, he had never known from beginning to end.

Yet, under Qin Xuan's nearly monstrous, irresistible power of immortality, the White-Haired Ancient Emperor's Supreme Heaven Great Dao crumbled as easily as thin paper.

This time, he unleashed all three types of magic—wind, wood, and fire—and in an instant, a deep-red flame tinged with green-blue blazed fiercely inside the refining furnace.

Ye Yi found it somewhat hard to believe; a look of shock surfaced in his eyes. Before he could think it through, Qin Yu's next attack came rushing in.

You Jingyan had actually forgotten that he already possessed the ability to traverse time and space; for others to have light-step techniques was simply nothing to him—the difference between them was like that between the heavens and the earth, clouds and mud.

The yellow sand overhead suddenly vanished, replaced by a black, fog-like dust storm carrying a force of void annihilation; once flesh and blood touched it, they would be stripped away in an instant, leaving only a ghastly pile of white bones.

Xun Yu was elegant and refined, bearing the demeanor of one fit to assist a king. He was fond of incense, and over time his body carried its fragrance. The famous scholars of Yingchuan bestowed upon him the elegant sobriquet: Fragrant Lord.

Wei Jiangping did not say what would happen otherwise, but anyone who knew his temperament understood that the outcome would certainly be nothing good—anyone who crossed swords with him ended up either dead or crippled.

Then they quickly opened their attribute interface and discovered that they had suddenly gained over a million experience points.

Looking at the fifth type again—can ordinary folk be left to their own devices? No. Education is still required. It has become a self-questioning, self-answering affair.

Zhang Yuanhao, however, was not flustered in the slightest, because he knew that this was merely the beginning of the Dao Base seeding the dantian.

Yet at the very center of the great hall, an ancient sword 'thrust' itself into the ground, its spiritual light spilling in all directions, dragons and serpents coiling along it, its sword intent chillingly austere; no Cultivator nearby dared approach, no demon race dared go forward to contest it, and as for those Heavenly Demons, they did not dare draw even a fraction closer.

Just as Ling Yun came to his senses and was about to make a move, his expression suddenly changed drastically, turning incomparably ugly.

"Hey! Who are you people?" Finally, two men carrying blades and spears walked over and, looking at Jiang De and the others, spoke.

As a Dharma Master, the reason Deji Dharma Master had been so tirelessly devoted to his research—besides serving the Aberration loyally—was in fact more for his own private motives: he hoped that one day he might obtain the highest award of the Aberration world, gain recognition from the entire Aberration world, and attain supreme glory.

The long-browed monk, meanwhile, kept his head lowered, his shoulders twitching; no one knew whether he was so angry he could not stand it, or repenting over having shouted the wrong Buddha's name just now.