Stepping into the Realm Gate, a glaring light surged in front of them. As the world spun, the surroundings began to change rapidly. When Qin Hao opened his eyes again, he found himself in an extremely vast world.
This place was no longer a deserted island.
After that, figures appeared one after another. Just as Wartower and Cen Gang said, the same team stepped into the Realm Gate at the same time and was teleported to the same place. Around Qin Hao, there was no one from the Sacred Palace missing. Shou Wuque, Su Jin, and Ye Shuihan were also present.
"Everyone is here."
After checking, Shou Wuque looked at Qin Hao.
Qin Hao looked around. The feeling of crossing the Realm Gate was very mysterious. He could reach the inside with a single thought and didn't feel uncomfortable.
Now, they were somewhere in the ancient ruins. The sky was very clean without a single cloud, making it seem very vast. There were many tiny dust particles floating in the air. As if affected by a strange power, the dust particles couldn't land on the ground. Everywhere was filled with a thick ancient aura. It was dilapidated and desolate, making people feel reverence. It was very different from the Valley of the Gods in his previous life.
Qin Hao also found that after he spread out his Emperor's Will, he couldn't extend it too far. He could only explore about a thousand li. Any further and his Emperor's Will would directly dissipate as if it was dissolved by the ancient aura of the ruins.
"This ancient battlefield appeared on the basis of the Valley of the Gods. Although the changes are not small, many of the terrains haven't changed."
Qin Hao could vaguely recognize that the terrains were advantageous to him. Because he had explored it in his previous life, he knew which places were filled with danger and which places were easy to pass through. Even if the area expanded, there would be some impact, but it wouldn't be too big.
All of a sudden, the blood in his body surged. A very familiar feeling penetrated the boundless heavens and earth, penetrating Qin Hao's Divine Soul from a faraway place. His expression changed slightly, and the Emperor qi in his body began to circulate uncontrollably. A sharp light flashed on his Golden Finger.
In the next instant, the light faded and the feeling disappeared.
"What's going on?"
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Qin Hao revealed a surprised expression. Just now, he had sensed the aura of the crimson arrow. Although it was weak, he couldn't be wrong.
Moreover, he clearly did not use any Dili, so why did the Golden Finger activate?
It was as if his bloodline had been disrupted by some external force.
"Senior Li, you've been feeling uneasy ever since you came to the deserted island. Are you really alright?"
The Sacred Palace's Little Fairy Worriless could easily sense the changes in Qin Hao.
"I'm fine. It's just that just now … it felt like my bloodline was tied down by something …" Qin Hao felt that it was strange. It was normal for him to secretly circulate the Emperor's Will. Could it be an illusion?
"Boss, you mustn't let anything happen to you at this critical juncture."
Ye Shuihan said while trembling with fear. He looked at the sky-reaching skeletons in the distant sky. They were incomparably huge, and it was unknown how far away they were, but they could still see them. How did these ruins come into being? Did a fierce battle between gods really erupt here a long time ago?
Rumble!
As soon as Ye Shuihan finished speaking, a series of earth-shattering tremors sounded. The Emperor's Will filled the world, and many Emperor's Wills fought with each other violently.
Immediately after, the auras of several Emperor Realm experts disappeared.
"Emperor-level Dao Will."
Elder Tian Yun frowned. As soon as they entered, a battle broke out. Judging from the auras that disappeared, one side's experts had been directly wiped out.
That was really brutal.
At this moment, everyone was on high alert.
"Li Chuji, what should we do next?"
Qian Ning asked. The forces were merciless when they met, and they killed everyone as soon as they attacked. Even the geniuses of the East Continent felt the danger and pressure.
"Just follow me."
Qin Hao walked in a direction.
The goal of this trip was very clear. First, he had to find the severely injured Mu Yuwei. Along the way, all the opportunities would belong to the Sacred Palace and Wuque.
Of course, this was on the premise that the Sacred Palace could bear it.
And some of the opportunities were not something ordinary people could bear.
For example, the Nine Elements of Desolation.
Since the moment he stepped onto the Burial God Island, the Great Void Cauldron's artifact spirit had released a strong message to Qin Hao. There were remaining Elements of Desolation in the ruins, and with the guidance of the artifact spirit, he could identify the direction. Other than the Burial God Palace, Qin Hao did not dare to say whether there were other Divine Artifacts on this ancient battlefield. But one thing was certain. Under the Divine Dao, the most powerful thing in the mortal world was the Elements of Desolation. After all, that feeling was still engraved in his heart.
Now, there was a Elements of Desolation in the direction that Qin Hao was heading.
So far, he had collected the Red Lotus Fire and the Nether Cleansing Water, refined the Divine Light of Judgment into Weiwei's Origin Soul, the Universe Creation Earth formed Dao Bodies for Li Wanji and Lin Feng, and the Wind of Disaster merged into Lin Feng's soul.
He had obtained five of the Nine Elements of Desolation, and there were four left.
The four were: All-Encompassing Gold, Void Chain, No Return, and Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder.
He didn't know which of the remaining four was the one in front.
On the battlefield of the ruins, there were many treasures. In the dilapidated cities, in the failed arrays, in the caves, and even at the bottom of the rivers, there was a large amount of dazzling treasure light blooming.
After the various forces stepped in, they immediately began to plunder. But it was not easy to occupy. Many forces were attracted by the light of the Thearch artifacts and encountered them one after another. Battles could be seen everywhere in the ruins, and the competition was extremely fierce.
Of course, even if they defeated their opponents, they might not be able to subdue the ownerless Thearch artifacts. The more powerful the artifact, the stronger the artifact spirit. Some Thearch artifacts were so powerful that they could kill Emperor Yuan. Many powerhouses unfortunately suffered from the backlash and died in the process of subduing them.
At this time, on the top of a mountain with flowing immortal light, there was a 10,000-year-old Dao Tree with branches and leaves. The towering tree crown was like a giant palm supporting a part of the world. On the Dao Tree, there were many Dao Fruits. Each Dao Fruit contained an extremely shocking power of Dao Validation. There were all kinds of Dao Validation auras, and the rich aura of the Dao Fruits attracted the forces to fight over them.
Here, a fierce battle broke out.
"The Miao Tribe of the West Border is only so-so."
In front of the 10,000-year-old Dao Tree, two figures with surging Thearch auras stood in the air. Each of them stepped on nine layers of Thearch Rings and confronted each other, not allowing the other to take half a step closer.
Below them, two forces were fighting. Waves of terrifying Rule Light blasted out, and people kept falling to the ground and dying.
"East Border Liudao Tribe."
An old woman with a hunched figure and white hair stared at the opposite side. It was a cultivator dressed in foreign clothes. He wore a ghost mask on his face and carried two swords on his shoulders. The two swords were crossed, and the Dili aura he exuded was very strong, giving her a lot of pressure.
Not only her, but the battle below was also very unfavorable for the Miao Tribe. The Liudao Tribe of the West Border was very good at killing and poison. Although the Miao Tribe's poison technique was the best in the East Continent and the West Border, it was very difficult for them to fight against the Liudao Tribe's ghost cultivators.
"In another hour, nearly half of your men will die. Are you still not willing to stop and give up?"
The Liudao Tribe Imperial Lord with the ghost mask sneered. He was in no hurry at all.
"I was the one who discovered the 10,000-year-old Dao Tree. You are the ones who should give up."
The old woman replied harshly. She was slightly agitated. The Miao Tribe was in a disadvantageous position, and she could not watch as more people died.
"It doesn't matter who discovered it first. What matters is whether you are strong enough. Think carefully. If we fight, we will not only lose a few people, but our entire team will be destroyed."
Hidden Blade's hand slowly reached to his shoulder and grasped the hilt of his sword. His master was the strongest cultivator in the East Border Tribe, Emperor Youjing. Unfortunately, Youjing was killed by the Sunset Battle God. In this trip to the ruins, he had the mission of making the Liudao Orthodoxy prosper. He wanted all the fruits of the 10,000-year-old Dao Tree.
"Damn it."
Old Lady Miao clenched her fists. Indeed, the aftermath of a battle between Imperial Lords was enough to kill both sides. Even if this Liudao Tribe Imperial Lord did not care about the lives of his subordinates, how could she bear to implicate the descendants of the Miao Tribe?
But if she did not act, she would not be able to win. She was unwilling to leave just like that.
"Jiu Ying, is this all you can do with your nine heads?
Tear them apart for me, and I promise to set you free after this battle. "
Waves of surging blade-light brushed past their bodies as they flew by, and the silhouettes of Ghost Martial Artists constantly appeared in front of them. A Miao youth who had absorbed his soul into his body and transformed into a werewolf, his sharp wolf claws flowing with venom, rushed towards a nine-headed black dragon that was trapped in the middle of the encirclement and roared with gritted teeth.
More than ten years ago, he was ordered to go to Phoenix Flower Island to collect medicinal herbs. On his way back, he encountered a dying head in the East Sea. It was actually a snake head. Miao Lang was very surprised. He had never seen anything that still had the willpower to survive after its body was destroyed. Even though the snake head's skin and flesh were split open, and its wounds were flowing with terrifying lightning, it was able to hold on. This was enough to prove that it was extraordinary.
Miao Lang brought it back to the Miao Tribe. His great-grandmother spent three years to use poison to reverse the rules to cure it. Who knew that the snake head would regain its consciousness and its murderous nature would rise. It was incomparably ferocious and almost swallowed Miao Lang in one bite. Later, with the help of his great-grandmother's poison, she planted a gu in the snake's head. Only then was it restrained.
However, as its cultivation gradually recovered, and it grew a dragon-like body and eight other heads, this fellow began to go berserk again. Especially in the past two years, it was even faintly unable to suppress the Gu poison. Its blood seemed to have developed an antidote to the poison.
Miao Lang guessed that the big snake had a master and urgently wanted to return to its master's side. Sooner or later, such a day would come. It was just that he spent so much effort to cure it. It even developed immunity to the Miao Tribe's poison and had great research potential. He was really unwilling to let it go.
But now, if there was something that could reverse the situation, it had to be this big snake. Miao Lang knew that Jiu Ying's ability was not as simple as it appeared. Moreover, it was not afraid of death when it went crazy.
"Are you sure?"
In mid-air, the enormous malevolent body coiled into a ball. No matter how the blade intent and rules slashed, the pitch-black dragon scales splashed in all directions. It was actually unharmed. Jiu Ying, who had swallowed the blood of the real Black Dragon Emperor, had almost completely transformed into a dragon. On top of the nine enormous dragon heads, pairs of scarlet eyes flickered with a frenzied ferocity.
"Help us seize the Dao Tree and I'll let my great-grandmother dissolve your gu poison and completely return your freedom."
Miao Lang loudly replied. His venomous wolf claws slashed out and a terrifying poisonous light slashed through the air. A Ghost Martial Artist hidden in the air was sent flying with his blade broken. He spat out a mouthful of black poisonous blood, but Miao Lang was also about to be unable to hold on.
"Good, watch me kill them."
Jiu Ying let out a berserk dragon roar. Its tightly coiled and sturdy body suddenly unfolded. Like a huge dragon, it swooped down and its nine heads sprayed out a poisonous fog into the air. In an instant, the poisonous fog pervaded the entire space. The Ghost Martial Artists hidden in the poisonous fog danced and escaped, revealing their true bodies one after another.
Jiu Ying laughed nastily. Its bloody mouth opened and frantically bit towards the figures in the poisonous fog. If not for the gu poison in its master's brain and the old woman's way of poison being too fierce, it would have already refined the gu poison. These years, it had continuously fused with the dragon's blood and its strength had increased. Only then was it able to withstand the pain of the gu poison. Since it had the opportunity to return to Qin Hao's side earlier, it must do its best.