Chapter 326: The Western Wasteland Restored to Its Original State

"This container is not so easy to destroy. I once saw with my own eyes one of Lanbo's subordinates trying to steal it while Lanbo was away, but even after putting in quite a lot of effort, he did not succeed. That person was already at the Quasi-Emperor Peak realm, and even that was not enough..."

The Great Elder sighed helplessly. Although he did not say everything, Weijin's words had already explained it all.

Hearing this, the group looked at each other.

"Zhuyue, you have the highest cultivation among us, why not try to see if there is a way?"

Su Chen took the lead, casting his gaze upon Yi Zhuyue and asking.

Yi Zhuyue nodded and reached out to touch the container in front, but before she could get close, a violent surge of Spiritual Power struck out.

She hurriedly retreated two steps, dodging that fatal blow.

If it were not for her cultivation having reached the Half-step Great Emperor realm, that strike just now would have been enough to instantly reduce a Quasi-Emperor Peak expert to ashes.

Even though Yi Zhuyue dodged quickly, a strand of hair by her temple was still lost, instantly turning into ash.

"There is no way. I cannot even get close. The Spiritual Power contained within this, I fear even a Great Emperor would find it hard to resist."

Yi Zhuyue could not help but shake her head, still feeling shocked by the terrifying power within.

It is hard to imagine that in the hundreds of thousands of years spent in the Western Wasteland, Lanbo had actually been doing such a massive thing behind the scenes.

Could it be that he intends to pocket all the Spiritual Power and forcibly break through his cultivation realm in this land?

One must know that the constraints of the Heavenly Dao Laws are not to be trifled with. Their true cultivation levels are all higher than a Great Emperor, but here, they have all been suppressed to the Half-step Great Emperor realm.

Once Lanbo's cultivation forcibly breaks through, he will very likely be rejected by the Heavenly Dao Laws here and be forcibly sent back to the Heavenly Realm.

Could it be that he wants to use this method to return to the Immortal World? But there is absolutely no need for that; after all, he only came here under orders.

Su Chen was not surprised by this. After all, the entire Western Wasteland had plenty of Spiritual Power, and the reason the Western Wasteland has become such a godforsaken place now is due to the loss of that Spiritual Power.

In time, if all the Spiritual Power is lost, the Western Wasteland will completely turn into a barren land. When that time comes, it will truly be a case of calling to heaven with no response and calling to earth with no answer.

"If the Spiritual Power in the container cannot be broken, why not just kill me? The Spiritual Power within my body is enough for the Western Wasteland to recover in the short term."

The Great Elder looked at the group standing in place with heavy expressions and could not help but speak up.

"We are going to find a way to save you."

Su Chen said with a firm expression, "Rest assured, we will definitely find a way. There must be a win-win solution that will let us all get what we wish for!"

Speaking to the end, Su Chen's eyes were bright, filled with a look of determination.

The Great Elder was moved in his heart, feeling even more that Natasha had not chosen the wrong person, but he was already an old man now; even if he were saved, he would not be of much use.

If his death could trade for a moment of peace for the Western Wasteland, it would be worth it.

He had spent his whole life under the shadow of his older brother, and now, for once, he was finally able to be more capable than his brother.

Unfortunately, his brother was no longer around.

He could never again speak the words he had kept buried in his heart for many years.

The Great Elder's eyes were a bit moist; they say a man does not shed tears easily, only because he has not yet reached the point of heartbreak.

"Why not try the Token we brought? Since it was able to open that door, it must have an inextricable connection with what is inside here."

Yi Zhuyue thought for a long time before she could not help but suggest, "After all, with Lanbo's strength, he is currently unable to create such a high-level device; there must be something assisting from within."

Saying this reminded Su Chen.

Su Chen hurriedly took out the blood-red Token.

As the Token approached, the container clearly slowed down more and more, eventually reaching an almost static state. Seeing that it was effective, Su Chen threw the Token directly into the container.

The container completely lost its original luster, and the Spiritual Power currents that had been swirling nearby were also cut off, suddenly coming to a halt.

Immediately following, countless amounts of Spiritual Power instantly dispersed from the center of the container, spreading toward the entire Western Wasteland.

Seeing that it was effective, the group stood in place and waited quietly.

At the same time, a sweet rain began to fall across the entire Western Wasteland. This sweet rain was not an ordinary rain, as it was saturated with Spiritual Power.

The originally parched land gradually sprouted seedlings of plants, and the withered trees were also gradually radiating new vitality.

The lifeless forests and deserts also regained their vitality; in some places, tender buds even grew directly, and lush green covered everything.

"Look! It's rain!"

A little rabbit crawled out from the soil and felt its head get wet. It looked up and saw the drizzling rain falling from the sky.

It was extremely excited and hurriedly told this news to the surrounding clansmen.

One must know that it had not rained in the Western Wasteland for decades, and the land was barren; they had all been relying on stored food and traveling to more distant places to survive.

Now that the rain had come, it meant food had come.

All the rabbits ran out to watch this spectacular scene.

At the same time, the land near them also began to sprout tender blades of grass, which then grew taller and taller, becoming taller than the rabbits in the blink of an eye.

A little rabbit tentatively sniffed with its nose, and a unique scent of fresh grass wafted over, which actually carried a hint of Spiritual Power.

Those little rabbits, who had been hungry for who knows how long, instantly began to feast happily.

The White Tiger Clan could not help but come out to see this scene. The rain in the sky was drizzling, not very heavy, but it nourished the parched Western Wasteland.

The land that had originally become a barren wasteland instantly burst forth with vitality.

And all of this originated from the castle not far away.

The White Tiger Clan Chief immediately understood that it was the Dragon Race who had done this.

"Chief, it's raining, and the Spiritual Qi in the air seems to have become dense, just like... just like it was... hundreds of years ago!"

One of the little tigers, looking naive and cute, was incredibly excited.

Recalling the days of the past, the White Tiger Clan Chief could not help but nod, his eyes already brimming with a few tears.

"Yes, the Dragon Race is the great benefactor of our entire Western Wasteland!"

The White Tiger Clan Chief said with emotion, recalling the days of the past, his heart filled with countless thoughts.

He cast his gaze toward the tigers behind him and said solemnly: "Now, let us take gifts of gratitude to thank the Dragon Race. It is the Dragon Race that saved the entire Western Wasteland!"

The other White Tigers excitedly rubbed their hands and fists, feeling unparalleled gratitude toward the Dragon Race in their hearts.

The Dragon Race defeated Lanbo, who had occupied the territory here for several decades, and even allowed the Western Wasteland to return to its original state.

If not for the Dragon Race, there would be no Western Wasteland as it is today.

Thinking of this, they instantly began preparing the precious treasures of the White Tiger Clan.

(End of this chapter)