The End of Cultivation in the Yang Realm

The Lin Family had been wiped out.

Everyone from Zhan Ming Sacred Land was utterly shocked.

"This realm... is terrifying."

"So many fearsome beings are hidden here..."

"I knew it. How could an ordinary Constant Realm have become the Blue Origin Constant Realm..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Saintess Zhanxuan couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Her heart was filled with relief.

Thankfully, when the Lin Family had acted recklessly just now, she'd kept her head and noticed something unusual about this realm.

Otherwise, Zhan Ming Sacred Land might have suffered a catastrophe too.

"Haoming of Zhan Ming Sacred Land pays his respects to the mighty one!"

Venerable Haoming bowed deeply to the big black dog.

"Dead dog, this old man... seems like a decent fellow. How about saving him?"

Wu Dade spoke up.

The big black dog nodded and said,

"Mm... He managed to hold on to his principles in the face of the Gray Mist Origin. That's not bad."

"Save him!"

Wu Dade asked, "How?"

The big black dog said,

"Scrape some mud off the soles of your shoes!"

Wu Dade froze.

Could the mud on the soles of his shoes really heal Venerable Haoming's injuries?

He wasn't entirely convinced, but he still scraped off a clump and tossed it to Venerable Haoming.

"Try packing this onto your wound."

Venerable Haoming hurriedly caught the clump of mud. As he sensed its aura, he was stunned.

"Venerable... They've gone too far!"

Bi Xuan cried angrily.

That fat guy had actually scraped mud off his shoe and given it to Venerable Haoming? Outrageous!

"Silence!"

But Venerable Haoming spoke with a tremble. He murmured,

"This... This may well be a genuine treasure."

As he spoke, he pressed the clump of mud against the wound the Gray Mist had inflicted.

At that