Chaotic Northern Region

Chaotic Northern Region

"However, reaching the great completion of the Dao Palace Realm also means that my Sky Shrouding Method cultivation is finally about to catch up to my Chaotic Ancient Method!" Zhou Tong silently said to himself. "It's time to look for the Source Heaven Book. Otherwise, breaking into the Four Extremities Realm will still be somewhat difficult."

At this thought, Zhou Tong felt some regret.

Selling ancient scriptures was one option, but he had already done that once and attracted the attention of the Yaoguang Holy Land. If he wanted to keep selling ancient scriptures, he would have to be more careful.

"Most importantly, I only have three million jin of source stones left. To break through, I'll need at least another seven million jin!" Zhou Tong silently calculated.

Even if the "Gate" of his Sea of Wheels Realm had been opened in advance, it could at most reduce the consumption by twenty percent.

Given the current circumstances, cultivating to the Four Extremities Realm would require at least thirteen million jin of source. Even with a twenty percent discount, it would still take over ten million jin.

According to the Sky Shrouding Method's cultivation system, if he wanted to make use of those Gates that had already been opened, then aside from secret techniques for a single realm, he would have to cultivate to a higher realm and use that realm to push back into the Wheel Sea, allowing those Gates to be recombined into the Feather Transformation Scripture pathways of the Sea of Wheels Realm.

Otherwise, merely opening those Gates without being able to use them was no different from not opening them at all. It was like someone worth hundreds of millions, except all their money was locked away in fixed-term bank deposits and could not be withdrawn when needed.

"Time to go!"

Zhou Tong gave one last look at this temporary cave dwelling. Then his figure blurred and vanished as he stepped through the air with the Golden Heavenly Void Steps.

The Northern Region was incomparably desolate. Zhou Tong traveled for three days straight with the Golden Heavenly Void Steps without seeing a single oasis.

But just then, a thunderous rumble suddenly rang out beside him, the sound exceptionally muffled.

"Someone's coming?" A flicker of surprise appeared in Zhou Tong's eyes.

Then the earth roared and shook violently, accompanied by a flood-like howl.

Very quickly, Zhou Tong spotted a crimson torrent rushing toward him at incredible speed, shaking the vast wilderness so hard that pebbles on the Gobi Desert were bouncing.

The arrivals were a group of seventy or eighty people, each riding an exceptionally unusual wolf-shaped mount. The enormous wolves were covered in scales and evidently possessed some kind of special bloodline.

They were a group of powerful riders, bloodthirsty aura filling the air around them. There was no need to guess that they had slaughtered countless people, accumulating unimaginable Killing Intent, with bloody light coiling around their bodies.

They seemed to have noticed Zhou Tong walking through the desert as well, and immediately changed direction.

"Haha, kill!!"

The leader was a burly man in pitch-black armor, his face full of bloodlust. Brandishing a curved blade, he led the charge atop his wolf and rushed straight at Zhou Tong.

"The strongest among them has only reached the great completion of the Sea of Wheels Realm. Charging at me like this is practically suicide!" Zhou Tong's mouth twitched, a trace of helplessness flashing across his face.

He immediately turned into a phantom and charged directly into the wolf riders. With a flick of his fingers, blasts of finger wind erupted like massive hammers, heavily smashing into the wolf riders.

Each flick seriously injured several people. After more than ten consecutive flicks, everyone had been severely wounded and collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Tong had some questions for them, so he did not strike to kill.

As he watched Zhou Tong walk toward him step by step, the leading burly man broke out in cold sweat, his face pale. He knew he had struck an iron wall and would most likely not escape death today.

"Do you want to die or live?" Zhou Tong asked indifferently.

"Live, live!!" the man quickly answered.

Zhou Tong pondered for a moment before asking, "Do you know of an oasis in the Northern Region with several sects called the Azure Cloud Sect, the Blazing Fire Cult, the Luoxia Gate, the Mystic Moon Cave, and the Seven Stars Pavilion?"

Without question, this was the oasis where Purple Mountain was located. Those sects existed within that oasis, making them a clue to its location.

The man immediately shook his head, then nodded again, his face somewhat pale. "There are several Azure Cloud Sects and Luoxia Gates in the nearby oases, but there should be only one oasis that has both an Azure Cloud Sect and a Luoxia Gate."

"Does that oasis have any legends?" Zhou Tong's eyes lit up as he immediately asked.

"A legend..."

The man thought for a moment, his eyes darting about.

Zhou Tong's finger trembled, and a streak of sword qi instantly sliced across the man's cheek. He then apologized, "Sorry, you took too long. My hand slipped."

The man's face instantly turned white, and he immediately replied, "The... the legend says that over a hundred thousand years ago, a Dark Turmoil happened there, and Ancient Clan Beings bathed the land in blood..."

"Wouldn't it have been better to say that from the start?" Zhou Tong patted the man's cheek, then stood up.

He had already confirmed it. That oasis had to be where Purple Mountain was located.

Over a hundred thousand years ago, Ancient Clan Beings had massacred the land. Only a place like Purple Mountain could have contained such a vast number of Ancient Races, and the timing also corresponded perfectly to the era of Wu Shi the Great.

Coupled with the names Azure Cloud Sect and Luoxia Gate, that oasis was absolutely the cultivation ground of Wu Shi the Great.

"Ah, I got my life back!"

"That fiend finally left. I never expected to misjudge him. Such a young man was actually a master."

"In the future, don't provoke people traveling alone. Anyone who dares to travel alone in a place like the Northern Region must be truly capable."

Seeing Zhou Tong leave, the wolf riders immediately heaved a sigh of relief and felt fortunate.

Whoosh!!

But in the next instant, streaks of sword qi suddenly descended from the sky, striking every wolf rider precisely in the lower abdomen. Their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately looked as if their parents had died, all of them utterly dejected.

"I've already been merciful. I merely crippled your Wheel Seas. Frankly, killing people like you would not have been wrong at all, yet I let you keep your lives." Zhou Tong shook his head.

"Next, Purple Mountain!" Zhou Tong no longer spared the wolf riders another thought. He continued onward with the Golden Heavenly Void Steps, racing toward Purple Mountain.

The Northern Region truly deserved its reputation as the most chaotic place in the entire Eastern Wasteland. Along the way, Zhou Tong witnessed several bloody clashes between bandits, as well as bandits slaughtering ordinary people.

Whenever he truly could not stand it any longer, Zhou Tong simply began killing.

The chaos of the Northern Plains was caused not only by the source mines originally found there, but also by the indulgence and even covert protection of the holy lands.

Why mine for yourself when robbery was so much faster?

Those holy lands and aristocratic families had brought the law of the jungle to its fullest expression in the Northern Plains.

Along the way, he advanced through endless bloodshed. After traveling tens of thousands of li, he finally arrived at an oasis.