Sunset City!
At this mont, the city is bustling with people, with many powerful auras converging here.
Right now, Sunset City is truly a gathering place of wind and clouds.
The ancient ruins have appeared, where the Ye Family resides, ’Bright Moon City’ has its land torn apart, forming a massive chasm from south to north, unfathomably deep.
The Ye Family has relocated entirely, leaving Bright Moon City to beco ruins, filled with danger, with no one daring to linger there any longer.
Sunset City is the closest city to the forr Bright Moon City, just a few hundred miles away, where one can witness the edge of the land torn by the appearance of the ruins.
At this mont, almost all the powerful figures from major forces have gathered in Sunset City.
On this day, Mo Wangchen arrived, concealing his aura, walking in the city like an ordinary person, utterly inconspicuous.
"Heavenly Martial Saint Leng Yun..."
Ahead, on the street, there stood a young man in white, holding a folded fan, appearing to be around twenty-five or six, dignified and impressive, with a faint Holy Light surrounding him.
Mo Wangchen did not approach but saw him from afar.
In the city, there are no shortage of powerful figures from major forces, each exuding a strong presence, and many young talents have also gathered here.
It seems not only Leng Yun, but so Saint Heirs from the ten sacred lands should already be here as well.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion echoed, and in the endless high sky, two figures clashed together, their battle earth-shattering, tearing the void apart, causing panic.
"Tang Yongming of the Tang Family!"
The crowd exclaid, recognizing one of them as the son of the current Saint Master of the Ancient Martial Tang Family, Tang Yongming!
"Tang Yongming is at the True Immortal Realm with strength comparable to a Saint Heir, who is the other that dares to contend with him?"
The crowd was astonished, as in the high sky above, a sudden gust of wind erupted, like countless sharp blades lacerating the void, revealing terrifying void fissures.
"The Law of Wind, that person is Nie Lin of the Heavenly chanism Mansion, the Heavenly chanism Saint!"
People cried out, as the terrifying storm of wind blades swept over, changing everyone’s expression; it was the law of the Heavenly chanism Saint’s Dao Body.
"Currently, even before officially entering the ancient ruins, two Saint Level talents have already clashed here. Sunset City will probably not see peace during this period."
As people discussed, in the sky, the two prodigies fought further away, instantly moving out of the city, continuing their battle.
Many people followed, eager to witness the spectacle of their confrontation, while others remained unmoved, seemingly accustod to such a scene.
Indeed, this has been the case; over the past few days, more and more powerful figures and young geniuses have arrived. Major forces, each inheriting from ancient tis, have never stopped having conflicts. Such etings inevitably lead to great battles.
However, all sides know, for the Desolate Power within the ancient ruins, many brought powerful Magical Treasures, and even veteran experts have arrived, so even if clashes occur, they won’t beco life-and-death battles. After all, both sides have their roots here, and no one dares to provoke a disaster.
Mo Wangchen stayed alone in the city for three days without any reckless actions.
During these three days, so sacred lands frequently explored the ancient ruins outside the city but no one dared to delve deep.
After all, the ruins are passed down from ancient tis and filled with dangers. Without thoroughly investigating, even sacred lands dare not act rashly.
And during these three days, Mo Wangchen saw many familiar faces arrive; Fang Han and Great Elder Fang Shuchou led a group of Fang Family experts, though Fang Yuan did not appear.
But people knew, such a Saint Master Level powerhouse must have arrived, just not revealing themselves.
"Soone in the city has acquired a Desolate Stone, and it’s currently being auctioned; let’s go take a look."
On this day, as Mo Wangchen walked the street, he heard this news, inevitably drawn by it.
Following the crowd’s movent, he soon arrived at a marketplace-like area, with many setting up stalls selling unnad Magical Treasures.
There, not far away, a crowd gathered with lively discussions, seemingly debating intensely.
"Is this truly a Desolate Stone, elder?"
Within the crowd, a middle-aged man stood out, pointing to a thumb-sized black stone on the stall, all eyes were fixed and curious.
The stall owner was an elderly man in a black robe, appearing as a Loose Cultivator, his cultivation not to be underestimated. He smiled and said, "Naturally, yesterday people from Wangxian Pavilion used a Holy Path Weapon to breach a gap at the ancient ruins’ front, and this stone flew out at that ti, acquired by ."
"There truly is a Desolate Stone within the ancient ruins?!"
"No wonder the place is thick with Desolate Power like fog, as it’s due to the Desolate Stone’s presence!"
The crowd was in uproar, as if learning of earth-shattering secrets.
"Desolate Power is rely used to repair Magical Treasures, extrely rare in this age, but this Desolate Stone I have contains Desolate Power amounting to half a pound if fully extracted, enough to completely restore a half-damaged Immortal Artifact!"
The black-robed old man paused, then continued, "I have no broken treasures, so this Desolate Stone is useless to . I now auction it for Immortal Stones, starting bid fifty million."
"Fifty million?"
Imdiately soone was displeased, standing up in dissent, "Even a perfect Quasi-Immortal Device is worth only several million Immortal Stones, yet you ask such an astronomical price for a thumb-sized Desolate Stone. Isn’t that too excessive?"
The old man’s gaze swept over, dismissively saying, "Throughout history, various Holy Lands likely have many broken Holy Path Weapons accumulated, all our Human Clan Ancestor Artifacts. Not sothing ordinary Immortal Artifacts can compare to; Holy Lands and Ancient Martial families seek Desolate Power to restore Holy Path Weapons, not Immortal Artifacts."
"To repair Holy Path Weapons, Desolate Power is indispensable. Fifty million is already generous. If you want to buy, bring your Immortal Stones. Otherwise, let the crowd behind you have a chance, perhaps soone’s already interested?"
"Human Clan Ancestor Artifacts, how powerful! Even a slight damage requires substantial Desolate Power to repair. This Desolate Stone of yours is too small; what can it repair?" soone frowned.
"Desolate Power is priceless, but various forces have plenty of Immortal Stones. If you think it’s unworthy, others might want it, make way." The elder finished speaking and said no more.
Sure enough, soon soone couldn’t restrain themselves and stepped forward.
"I am Zhou Yan, the Great Elder of the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, willing to offer fifty million Immortal Stones to exchange for this Desolate Stone!"
This statent surprised many, as the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, one of the ten sacred lands, indeed had profound resources, bringing out fifty million Immortal Stones without hesitation.
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