The Sky-Eater Pig was one of the unparalleled bloodlines. Although the fatty had only absorbed a small portion of it and could not display its true power, it was still enough to greatly increase his power level. The skinny man was from the Progenitor of Martial Realm and did not have a bloodline. His battle techniques had been devoured by the fatty, and he had even used an imprint to brand his forehead.
Lu Yin faced a gloomy man who seemed to want to end the battle quickly. He had used an imprint and battle techniques, and he had also used a strange power similar to the imprint. This was not the first time that Lu Yin had encountered such a thing, as the girl in the plaza outside the First Divine Gate had used it before, and its power had nearly doubled.
However, even if the gloomy man used his full strength, he was still instantly defeated by Lu Yin. This person was only an Explorer, and Lu Yin was confident that he was at the top of the Sixth Mainland's elite geniuses within the same realm.
His tyrannical physical strength completely destroyed the gloomy man's battle techniques, and he was sent crashing to the ground.
Mr. Bai and Miss Qing's battles also ended very quickly. Finally, the three of them turned to look at the battle between the fatty and the skinny man.
The skinny man panicked, as he had not expected to be defeated so quickly. When the fatty's Sky-Eater Pig silhouette had appeared, he had thought that this fellow was the strongest, but he had not expected it to be the weakest. The other three were a little too strong, and the skinny man did not dare to continue fighting.
The fatty did not have the courage to chase after the skinny man, and he panted heavily as he clenched his fists. "Fatty Bro actually won."
Had he won?
Lu Yin glanced over. He had not won, and it had only been a draw.
If it had been the fatty from before, then he would have been defeated long ago. It could only be said that Lu Yin had improved greatly, and those four fellows were not strong either. They were much weaker than the elegant man that Lu Yin had killed.
"They were lucky," Miss Qing said.
"Not a bad bloodline, but it's a little thin. What a pity." An indifferent voice sounded out, and they all looked over to see that it was Shang Rong.
The fatty stared blankly at Shang Rong and pointed at himself. "Are you talking about me?"
Shang Rong's eyes narrowed.
The fatty was shocked, and he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you for the praise, Realmling. It's an honor."
Shang Rong slowly turned around and continued looking at the palm lines.
Miss Qing covered her forehead. "Embarrassing."
Mr. Bai smiled. "Fatty Bro is a sentimental person, haha."
The fatty's face reddened, and he mumbled, "But that's Shang Rong. I'm a little scared."
Lu Yin sat down and quietly studied the lines on his palm.
While Lu Yin and the others were observing the palm lines, on the other side of the Daosource Sect, within Third Azure Gate, Wendy Yushan had unsheathed her sword and slashed out horizontally, slicing apart the monster-like hurricane that was rushing towards her. She then sheathed her sword and looked up at the sky. Was she about to reach the end?
She was not in a hurry to rush through Third Ash Gate, as she was still very curious about this Daosource Sect. Along the way, she also bumped into other people, but just like Lu Yin's initial choice, she did not speak. This way, it would be less likely for her to be discovered as someone who did not belong to the Sixth Mainland.
Lightning descended from the sky, but Wendy Yushan easily evaded it and passed through the Third Blue Gate. As long as she entered the pillar of light, she would be able to reach the Budding Terrace.
At that moment, a figure appeared from within the pillar of light and hurriedly fled towards the Third Ash Sect. When he saw Wendy Yushan in front of him, he shouted, "Scram!"
Wendy Yushan frowned and unsheathed her sword. Suddenly, another figure appeared from within the pillar of light, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing. At the same time, Wendy Yushan's sword trembled uncontrollably before being unsheathed on its own. Under her astonished gaze, the tip of the sword streaked across the void, leaving behind a huge crack that looked like a black river.
The person who had fled towards the Third Ash Gate slowly knelt to the ground, completely dead.
Wendy Yushan's sword circled around in the air before finally returning to its sheath and letting out a sword hum.
Wendy Yushan looked forward in shock, as this was the first time that her sword had been controlled by someone else.
A well-built man walked out from the pillar of light. He had short hair and wore cotton clothes that looked very casual. His arms were especially thick, and his veins bulged out like dragons. It was obvious that he was very strong.
The man was not particularly handsome, but he had a unique temperament. His eyes, in particular, had a dignified aura that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
Wendy Yushan and the man stared at each other.
The man glanced at the corpse on the ground and then looked back at Wendy Yushan. A trace of amazement flashed through his eyes. "Sorry for using your sword."
Wendy Yushan replied coldly, "What's your name?"
The man raised his brows. "War Martial Realm, Weaponsmith family's Weaponsmith Wielder."
"I'm asking for your name," Wendy Yushan said coldly.
The man's lips curled up. "It looks like you're from an ordinary background. You've never even heard of a Weaponsmith family. My Weaponsmith family doesn't have a name, only a title. I'm this generation's Weaponsmith Wielder."
Wendy Yushan's eyes were cold. "Since you're from a Weaponsmith family, you should be aware of the importance of a weapon to its master. Using my sword to kill someone is tantamount to contempt."
The man clasped his hands behind his back. "If someone else spoke to me like that, I wouldn't care, but since you've said it, I can't ignore it. I've taken a liking to you. Come with me, and I can make it up to you."
Wendy Yushan's eyes flashed coldly. "No need. I'll look for you in the future."
The man laughed maniacally. "If you want to look for me, then you should at least be aware of the difference in power between us. Come with me, and I'll show you. Right, I forgot to tell you that I'm the War Martial Realm's Realmling."
Wendy Yushan's pupils shrank. Realmling … Although this was just a guess, this title should be the codename of a certain realm's strongest youth. This person was a Realmling.
"I want to go to the Scripture Pavilion and formally invite you to come with me. I'll show you the difference in power. Do you dare?" The man raised his head.
Wendy Yushan's voice was cold. "Lead the way."
The Daosource Sect was huge, and it included mountains, rivers, and oceans. At the foot of a certain mountain, more than ten cultivators from the Sixth Mainland had gathered.
"It's rumored that back in the Fifth Mainland's Daosource Sect, only Progenitors could split open mountains and seas. At its peak, there were nine mountains and eight seas, and this is one of them. This mountain contains the inheritance of one of the Fifth Mainland's Progenitors. Let's explore it together, and we'll definitely reap some benefits," someone suggested.
"It's just a rumor. Even my Sixth Mainland didn't have more than four Progenitors at its peak. How could the Fifth Mainland possibly have nine? This mountain is probably just an empty mountain. Let's go explore somewhere else," someone suggested.
"That's right. Progenitors being able to split open mountains and seas is just a rumor that the Fifth Mainland used to comfort themselves. This mountain is so huge, and who knows how long it'll take to reach the top. It's too much of a waste of time, and we probably won't even be able to reach the mountainside by the time the time is up."
"Yeah, let's go to Heaven's Pit. If we're lucky, we might be able to comprehend a secret technique."
"Let's go to the Nine Cauldrons. Every cauldron has a battle technique, and some people have comprehended it before. We might also reap some benefits there."
"I think it's better to stay in the Scripture Pavilion. Who knows, we might be able to comprehend something there."
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A few thousand meters away from the group of cultivators, a man slowly walked over. Every step he took left a black footprint on the ground, which was the result of his high temperature. Not long after, the man saw the cultivators who were preparing to leave, and his lips curled up. "The war has begun."
Flames lit up the area, and before long, the man continued to leisurely walk away. The cultivators who had been standing there had all been burnt to ashes. One of them was still breathing, and he struggled to stare at the man's back. "Who, who are you?"
The man stopped, but he did not turn around. He simply said, "Ten Arbiters, the Undying Bird." After that, flames surged up and engulfed the cultivators.
In the Daosource Sect, a tall mountain was faintly discernible. The mountain was surrounded by the sea, and a woman was sitting on a reef by the shore, drinking from a gourd of wine.
The woman's clothes were revealing, but she was not pretending to be seductive. As she drank, she appeared very bold and unrestrained.
Behind her, two men approached and sized her up in amazement. "Such a forthright woman is truly rare. May I have the opportunity to share a drink with you?"
The woman put down the gourd and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She burped and looked back with a blurry gaze.
When the two men saw the woman's appearance, they were stunned. The woman's beauty did not match her temperament at all. She clearly had the carefreeness of a man, but she also had the delicateness of a drunk woman. The two completely different temperaments mixed together to create an irresistible attraction. The two men gulped. "Miss, are you alright?"
The woman stood up shakily and almost fell. The two men hurried forward to support her, but as soon as they moved, their bodies suddenly shriveled up. In less than a second, the two men's auras disappeared, and they turned into two dried corpses that maintained their previous posture.
The woman swayed as she walked past the two men. A gentle breeze blew past, and the two men's bodies dissipated into dust that drifted towards the sea.
"The Daosource Sect's sea is so beautiful. Wait for me. This might be my burial ground, and we'll meet again soon," the woman said in a hazy voice. It was unclear whether she was speaking in her drunken stupor, but after she spoke, she fell to the ground with a thump. She lay down on the reef and fell asleep, snoring loudly.
There was a place in the Daosource Sect known as the Bow Burial Ground, but it had not been established by the Daosource Sect. Legend had it that this place originated from an ancient battle, and the corpse of a Progenitor from the Sixth Mainland and his weapon had been buried there. That Progenitor's weapon had been a bow, which was why this place had been named the Bow Burial Ground.
At this moment, three cultivators from the Sixth Mainland had unintentionally entered the Bow Burial Ground, and they were carefully exploring this dark space.
"This broken place is really hard to find. If we weren't lucky, we wouldn't have been able to find it," one of them said.
Another person excitedly said, "This is the legendary Bow Burial Ground. Countless experts have tried to find it, but none of them had the opportunity to do so. Today, we have the opportunity to find it, and we'll definitely be able to obtain the Progenitor's inheritance. We'll be able to take the divine bow and step onto the battlefield to slaughter the survivors of the Fifth Mainland and avenge our senior."
"That's right. The Bow Burial Ground has opened at this moment precisely so that we can perform some meritorious service. We can't disappoint our senior's expectations," the last person said excitedly.
Just as this person finished speaking, the space nearby fluctuated, and the three of them looked over with burning eyes. They hurriedly moved forward at an unprecedented speed, as they all wanted to obtain the Progenitor's inheritance.
However, what appeared in front of them was a yellow futon and a man sitting atop it. His black and white hair danced in the wind, and there were strands of gray hair mixed in the middle.
"Who are you?
How can you use a futon to directly appear in the Bow Burial Ground? "one of them barked as he stared vigilantly at the man sitting on the futon.
The man opened his eyes, and they were indescribable. They were filled with boundless arrogance and iciness, as if everything he saw were ants.