Deep within the Forbidden Ancient Road.
"Ao Wushuang, hurry up!"
"The Land of Source Death is about to close!"
"Quit fondling those bones and get moving!"
King Pingdeng, the Biancheng Forbidden Master, and the others stared at the Land of Source Death, their voices urgent.
The Land of Source Death, flickering in and out of sight, was about to disappear. Meanwhile, Ao Wushuang was frantically picking up all kinds of bones inside it—and running his hands all over them. He looked like he was groping at... well, you know what.
At last, as the Land of Source Death was on the verge of vanishing, Ao Wushuang crawled out, carrying all sorts of things.
"Finally, I'm done!"
Ao Wushuang was drenched in sweat!
But his face was lit up with a deeply satisfied smile!
—He had now reached the Shadow of Death Realm, making him a veritable overlord!
On top of that, the third layer of the little black tower in his Dao Landscape had been deified by about one-fifth.
"Too bad so few Forbidden Masters died over the generations..."
He couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
In the entire history of the Forbidden Ancient Road, there had only been about a hundred Forbidden Masters. After their deaths, their Fate Bones had all entered the Land of Source Death, and he had absorbed every last one.
That was why he had been able to leap across two major realms in one go. One could say that he had drained the entire Forbidden Ancient Road of the accumulated legacy of a hundred Forbidden Masters!
"Damn it, we told you to pick up bones! Why were you fondling them for so long? They're bones, not tits!"
King Pingdeng and the others couldn't help snapping at him.
Then they took the two jade boxes