This obscure and terrifying fluctuation lay entrenched deep within the Great Desolate Ancient Plains, filled with an overbearing and majestic aura.
Under this power, even Ling Qingzhu, with her current Half-step Nirvana strength, still appeared exceedingly insignificant.
The Great Desolate Sect of old truly had some skill. Even after countless years, such an imposing presence still remained.
One could imagine that when the Great Desolate Sect had been at its peak, it had certainly not been much weaker than the eight great Super Sects of the Eastern Mystical Region.
It might even have been stronger!
After all, at his peak, Old Man Black Eyes had possessed the Devouring Ancestral Talisman and had still risked his life to seal the Nine Kings Hall.
Such a feat was likely beyond any expert of the Super Sects in the current Eastern Mystical Region.
The Dao Sect could not do it, nor could the Nine Heavens Grand Purity Palace.
As for the Yuan Sect?
A sect like that could only be called Human Traitors. They were not worth mentioning.
If given the chance, Lu Yunxiao would not mind wiping them out along the way.
Demonic Beings were detestable, but Human Traitors deserved death even more!
Holding Ling Qingzhu in his arms, Lu Yunxiao gazed into the distance, specks of cold light flickering in his starry eyes.
"Young Master~"
Seeing that Lu Yunxiao merely held her and remained silent for so long, Ling Qingzhu could not help raising her head, her beautiful eyes sweeping across his handsome face.
Lu Yunxiao lowered his head and kissed Ling Qingzhu's forehead, his gaze gentle. "Qingzhu, let us continue onward."
"Mm!"
Ling Qingzhu was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses. Her pretty face flushed slightly as she gently nodded.
Lu Yunxiao smiled tenderly. Holding Ling