In the quiet passageway, three sets of footsteps echoed crisply.
Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound.
Ding Yi stopped in his tracks and looked at the bone.
"Is this the so-called Land of Gui Xu?"
The bone was clearly the skeleton left behind by the Desolate Beast Mysterious Turtle after its death.
Beside him, the Moyun Cave Lord sighed: "For thousands of years, nurous Xuan Turtle corpses have been buried here, forming the Void Burning Wind. That True Monarch used tool casting and array thods to amplify this wind, thereby enveloping the entire Oblivion Sea. It’s truly an incredible Great Divine Power!"
Speaking of which, he and Ding Yi exchanged a knowing glance at Luo Chen who was walking in the middle.
Yet they saw that he was staring straight ahead, seemingly uninterested in these Xuan Turtle remains.
Of course, the scattered Xuan Turtle remains in the passageway were long since useless junk, having no effect. The real place that ford and expanded the Void Burning Wind wasn’t here.
And at that mont, Luo Chen, without the two realizing, was quickly conversing with Han Zhan.
"Did you already know this was the fallen land of the Void Refining True Monarch, Senior?"
"I had this supposition, or else I wouldn’t have co here voluntarily."
"What’s the basis?"
"It’s simple. Do you rember what I once told you about secret realms?"
Luo Chen’s mories surged, slowly piecing together clues.
"You once said that the place where a Divine Transformation Great Power died is not easily accessible to a Nascent Soul True Master. Because inside, the Power of Laws understood by the Great Power pervades, easily affecting a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator who hasn’t grasped the Power of Law."
"Yes, that’s how it is. Your mory is quite good." Han Zhan chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation, "So, when I heard about such a relic, where the Divine Transformation Holy Land was helpless but a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could freely enter and exit, I realized it must at least be a secret realm left by soone above Divine Transformation."
Luo Chen was puzzled, "Won’t the burial ground of a True Monarch affect the cultivation of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators?"
"You, ah, ultimately don’t understand the words Void Refining!"
"Oh? This junior would like to hear more." Luo Chen humbly sought guidance.
Han Zhan was not stingy with his advice, "The so-called Void Refining is to refine the illusory laws into tangible things, achieving absolute control over the mysterious Power of Laws! Thus, this realm is also called the Image State, Dharma Image State. Under such terrifying control, even upon falling, the remaining laws wouldn’t affect those who haven’t comprehended the laws. Instead, Divine Transformation Cultivators, newly delving into the Path of Laws, would be absolutely suppressed."
Void Refining? Laws? Image? Absolute control power?
Faced with these seemingly high-level terms, Luo Chen felt his head spinning.
He couldn’t help but ask, "Predecessor is only one realm higher than and yet not a sect disciple, so why are you so inford about these secrets?"
"This is detailed?" Han Zhan chuckled lightly, "It’s just the simplest summary."
After a pause, he continued, a hint of sigh in his words.
"Our Luo Yun Sect’s founding ancestor gained the corresponding legacy from an ancient cultivator’s cave mansion, thus establishing our sect. Among the relics of that ancient cultivator, there were descriptions of these realms. I’m just parroting what I’ve learned."
So that’s how it is.
In the ancient Human and Demon War, countless ancient cultivators fell within it.
With the passage of ti, the world has changed, and who knows how many virtuous True Cultivators have been buried in the dust of history.
Those who co after, whether they rise temporarily or establish sects, all enjoy blessings.
Luo Chen used to fear those secret realm danger zones, not because he wasn’t tempted, but because he rembered the risks alongside the rewards.
He’s not the only one eyeing the so-called ancient cultivator relics.
Even this ti, he also planned to withdraw after obtaining the Five Elents Lotus Stand if the opportunity arose.
However, Luo Chen still had many doubts in his heart.
"That Ding Yi said the ancient cultivator who died at the Land of Fallen Demons was perhaps the strongest Void Refining True Monarch of all ti. I don’t know how he earned such a title? And how did such a strong person fall in this world? Isn’t the Mountain Sea Realm’s highest cultivation the Divine Transformation Stage, how could it accommodate him? Moreover, where does the term ’demonic’ in this co from? Could it be, he was also a Demonic Cultivator? If so, I’m afraid his relic won’t be so friendly!"
These many doubts, Luo Chen had asked before, but Ding Yi couldn’t provide specific answers either.
Now, Han Zhan seed unable to figure it out as well, remaining silent for a long ti.
Silent...
"Hmm?"
Luo Chen stopped in his tracks, abruptly looking up.
Blood flowing in rivers, bodies piled like mountains.
A young man stood holding a sword, his back towards Luo Chen.
He slowly turned around, looking at Luo Chen in confusion.
"Demon King Qingyang? Luo Hai?"
Looking at the face that was strange yet sowhat familiar, Luo Chen hesitantly spoke, "He Yuan?"
But the next mont, a chill ran up his spine.
"Blood Nightmare Mo Luo!"
Blood Nightmare Mo Luo nodded, "So, you still rember this old man!"
The tip of the sword trembled, slanting towards Luo Chen.
"I’ll give you one more chance, submit to this old man."
Luo Chen frowned, without any hesitation.
The Golden Core in his body turned, the Primordial Chaos Tripod amplified, and a massive qi power spread out at once.
The Senluo Fire Prison reerged!
Luo Chen stood within, raised a hand, and struck out with a palm.
A giant handprint surged forth mightily.
Blood Nightmare Mo Luo tried to resist, but under the fire prison, he was startled to find the qi power in his body turbulent and uncontrollable, difficult to mobilize.
In haste, he dodged aside.
However, the cyan giant handprint was already overhead.
Boom!
Only a loud bang was heard.
Luo Chen stepped to his side, looking at the tattered, dying young man, and shook his head slightly.
"If it was Blood Nightmare himself, I might handle with care, but you’re just an incarnation and dare boast so wildly? Heh..."
With a cold laugh, green flas blood in his hand, and the man beneath him turned to ashes.
Luo Chen did not linger, his figure shot off, flying towards the distance.
Unbeknownst to him, the sky had already dimd, with a full moon gradually hanging high.
Luo Chen looked up at the bright moon, beneath him was an island surrounded by the Ten Mile Flat Lake.
Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, forming shadows of three.
A man with a sallow complexion half-kneeled at Luo Chen’s feet, "Friend, spare the life of Yan! Your attack on Yao Yue Island is just for this place of cultivation. Yan can offer it to you, just spare my life!"
Looking at Yan Nantian’s low-bowed head, Luo Chen’s expression showed so contemplation.
After a while, he coldly said: "I can spare your life, but you must submit to , serve for a hundred years, otherwise, I show no rcy with my sword."
As he spoke, the Xuanhuo Sword in his hand slightly lifted.
Facing the shaless brigands who wanted to exploit him and make him submit, Yan Nantian’s expression was grim, but after a long silence, he finally agreed reluctantly.
Luo Chen showed a smile.
"This way, there’s an additional Golden Core cultivator to run errands for , which is quite wonderful."
While unnoticed, the aura on him continuously dissipated, quickly falling from the Golden Core period.
He descended from high above, landing in a rugged mountainous region.
Ahead lay an empty valley, surrounded by mountains.
Several Foundation Establishnt True Cultivators fought individually.
Luo Chen wielded his sword and charged towards a man to behead him.
That man’s gaze was filled with terror, "I am the son of the Golden Core from the Fla Alliance; you cannot kill !"
The sword halted at the man’s throat.
Yan Leizi breathed heavily, quickly revealing his background.
Opposite, Luo Chen listened with an uncertain expression.
"To provoke a Golden Core cultivator for this person, it might not be worth it?"
He withdrew the Xuanhuo Sword, and Yan Leizi felt relieved, expressed thanks, and hurriedly left.
Having gone far away, he looked back with resentnt.
"Dan Chenzi, I’ve marked you, wait for your doom!"
Half a month later, while Luo Chen was rampantly slaughtering on the battlefield, he encountered an aged elder who ca sweeping through the sky with golden clouds.
"Luo Chen, pay with your life for my son!"
Luo Chen’s expression was fearful, "I spared him; you cannot kill ?"
The elder sneered, extending fingers like swords, and the golden clouds transford into golden swords, piercing through the air.
Luo Chen fled in panic, with Chu Kui providing support.
However, this ti, the elder produced a mirror, immobilizing Chu Kui, and the golden sword landed like a fish before Luo Chen.
Staring at the sword tip about to touch him, Luo Chen’s eyes widened.
"No!"
With a shout, Luo Chen suddenly awoke from the desk.
A graceful woman worriedly helped him up.
"President, what happened to you?"
Luo Chen, sweating heavily, looked at the worried Sima Huiniang, panting incessantly.
"I had a dream where I was hunted by a Golden Core Ascendant Master, almost dying. In that dream..."
He rambled on as Hui Niang listened quietly.
After a long ti, in the silent Luo Tian Grand Hall, a woman’s voice finally erged.
"President, you’re under too much pressure."
"The responsibilities of Luo Tian Creed rest on your shoulders hence those nightmares. There’s no need; now you manage the exterior, I manage the interior, along with the high support of Jueqing Fairy, our Luo Tian Creed will definitely prosper."
Listening to the gentle comfort of the woman, Luo Chen gradually cald down.
rely looking at her splendid palace attire, ebony hair, and a mont of snow-white at her chest, he couldn’t help but swallow.
The woman seed to sense sothing, gently leaning on the man’s shoulder.
"President, it’s late, don’t go back."
Luo Chen was about to hug her shoulder, but the scene from the dream suddenly flashed in his mind.
Considering the long path of cultivation, finding it already hard to protect himself, why drag others into peril?
He sighed slightly, gently pushed away the woman’s fragrant shoulder.
"President, I..." The woman was on the verge of tears.
"It’s not your fault, you’re very good."
Luo Chen got up and left the hall.
The solemn hall, no longer as lively as during the dayti’s Foundation Establishnt Ceremony, was now only filled with solitude and sobbing.
When Luo Chen stepped out of the hall, he felt empty inside.
Looking at the bright moon outside, he seed to feel he lost sothing.
At this mont, an elderly man smiled, looked over.
"Luo Chen, what do you think?"
What do I think?
Luo Chen’s drifting gaze fell on the weak girl beside the old man, who cried holding her relative’s corpse.
It’s Mi Li!
Luo Chen, without hesitation, "Certainly kill her!"
Whoosh!
A sword slashed through the air.
The girl died with an unclosed mouth.
Beside him, Qin Liangchen stared wide-eyed, unbelievably at Luo Chen, "You!"
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Luo Chen was bewildered, "How could it be like this?"
Elder Miao Wen walked past him, patting his shoulder, cold words whispered in his ear.
"You are quite good!"
Under those chilling gazes, disbelief, and an unclosed pair of eyes, Luo Chen sank into chaos.
No, it shouldn’t be like this!
How could it be like this!
His aura continued to dissipate amidst the chaos.
He stumbled backward, feeling his head splitting.
While retreating, Luo Chen rubbed his head but found himself moving forward.
The bright moon remained the sa.
On the smooth bluestone pavent, a wealthy elder suddenly turned, half his face shrouded in shadow, half smiled looking at Luo Chen.
"Are you Luo Chen?"
"In my Broken Mountain Gang, now there’s Seven Tigers Hall, also a Jiao Hall with Wang Yuan as Hall Master, only the Pill Hall lacks a leader now."
"Are you willing to join my Pill Hall?"
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