Suo Ling's Divine Eye Sees Through Illusions

The morning sun was clear and bright.

The primordial void was shattered, and the chaotic energy was still churning.

The peerless divine beasts had already flown out of the mortal world.

The Old Monk sat on the divine beast, humming a little tune, and idly chewing on a small piece of dried meat.

Mu Rong sat on the back of a majestic beast, his gaze sweeping over the vast mountains and rivers.

From the mortal world to the Ju Yuan City, the distance was not short.

Half a day later.

A majestic city appeared, nestled against the mountains.

It was naturally a small city within the Heavenly Emperor's imperial realm, but in the eyes of the mortals who had never left the mortal world, it was already an unattainable great world.

The city gate was wide open, and it was a place of reception.

The Old Monk skillfully handed over the city pass, and Mu Rong went straight to the martial arts training ground in the center of the city.

The martial arts training ground of Ju Yuan City was a magnificent building. A huge martial arts stage was suspended above the training ground, shining under the sunlight.

A guard stood at the gate, his expression solemn.

"Stop! What year are you from, and where are you going?"

The guard blocked their way and asked.

"The two great benefactors, please wait."

The Old Monk quickly smiled and took out a few jade tokens that had been prepared long ago, handing them to the guard without hesitation.

"I am the abbot of the Buddhist Sect, and these are my disciples who are going to the martial arts training ground to observe the competition."

The guard took the jade tokens and his expression softened slightly.

"Go ahead, the road ahead."

They walked through the great hall.

As for Mu Rong, the ground was covered with bright, large stones that reflected his silhouette.

The great hall was vast, and the long corridors had already been cleared.

The great hall was where the children of the aristocratic families came to practice martial arts or to receive rewards.

Mu Rong obediently followed behind the Old Monk, pushing through the crowd.

Suddenly.

In front of them, a demon was approaching.

"Beast God! Heavenly Three Forms! Sword God!"

Cai Bo's face was filled with the joy of encountering a demon.

Mu Rong looked up sharply.

Suo Ling.

That guy who was called the "Beast God King" was the Suo Ling who had "flowed like water" and attacked.

As he walked towards the demon, his steps were light and his expression was like that of a young man who had just grown up.

He was short and thin, his body was covered in rags, and he looked a little weak. At this moment, he looked like he was about to fall.

"Good! Good!"

That demon patted the shoulders of the Beast God.

"Heavenly Three Forms, you are not bad, but you are enough to become a great Demon Blade. Little friend, are you willing to join the Sword God?"

"I am willing! I am willing!"

The little Beast God was stunned. His eyes were filled with tears.

Joining the Sword God? That was the dream of countless common people's Demon Blades.

Mu Rong stood in the distance, watching this scene. He couldn't help but smile.

The Suo Ling he had seen before was just a small subordinate of the Sword God.

"Next!"

The demon's voice interrupted Mu Rong's thoughts.

Old Monk quickly pushed Mu Rong.

"Quick, little friend, go up."

Mu Rong collected his thoughts and walked towards the demon.

As he passed by Suo Ling, the other party was very proud. He looked at Mu Rong with a look of disdain.

That was the supreme arrogance of the Beast God King towards ordinary people.

Mu Rong understood. He walked towards the water crystal ball.

Suo Ling put down his hands, letting go of the ice crystal.

The beast's matter was somewhat unsatisfactory.

The sword intent had already calculated the six-colored ice crystal as a treasure, but it couldn't point out any specific flaws.

Mu Rong extended his right hand.

His demonic power surged.

"Hmph—"

Space actually cracked.

A strand of sword intent, like a sharp sword, pierced through the sky and instantly pierced the entire great formation.

The originally unsatisfactory beast matter was violently shaken, and the bones in its hands were almost dislocated.

"Roar—"

An ice crystal giant beast's shadow soared into the sky, suppressing the top of the sky, and was about to crush everything.

That kind of power originating from itself, all the sword cultivators present could feel a deep sense of dread.

The six-colored sword intent, which had been controlled by the sword, actually broke free uncontrollably and flew towards the sky.

"This... this is..."

The beast's eyes widened, constantly staring at the ice crystal.

"Ice Crystal Sword Cultivator!"

A water ball flew up.

A flash of light, and it instantly filled half the sky.

"Sky Crystal Power... Six Colors!"

The beast's heart trembled violently, and it roared.

The entire venue was silent.

The sword intent, which had just been extremely arrogant, instantly widened its mouth and looked at the companion standing in the light with admiration.

"Sky Crystal Six Colors!"

It had grown a full circle compared to him!

What kind of monster was this, it was clearly a monster!

Mu Rong looked back and waved his hand, his expression calm. He had done a small, trivial thing.

He chuckled.

The young man's face was full of the youthful vigor of a spring breeze, and it was reflected in a single glance.

Mu Rong's lips curved slightly upwards. He had seen this demon, who had traveled through thousands of tribulations and hardships.

That was the sound of a heart beating.

"Young master, can you allow me to wait for you to enlighten me?"

Mu Rong looked at the excited demon.

"Ah? Oh, yes! Yes, of course, yes!"

The demon's body trembled, and he suddenly let out a eighty-degree bow, his eyes filled with a grateful smile.

"Little brother... Oh no, little friend, you must not regret joining the martial arts sect! I will abdicate and become the sect leader, and give you the best resources..."

"No need."

Mu Rong interrupted the demon's excited words and said indifferently.

"I have already decided to go to the Immortal Ascension Academy."

Ignoring the demon's disappointed gaze, he turned and walked towards the old butler who was already eagerly waiting.

As he walked past the young man's body, he smiled slightly.

Suo Ling's will had already penetrated halfway. He could feel the subtle gap between them.

"From now on, you will use that pair of eyes to look at people."

Mu Rong's parting words were like a gust of wind, and the butler also walked out of the martial arts sect.

The light shone on him.

The martial arts sect behind him was vast and magnificent.

Suo Ling always stared at the receding figure, his hands clenched.

Mu Rong...

The name was deeply imprinted in his young heart.

The heavy sorrow of the twilight hall merged behind him, and the emperor's gaze was hidden.

Suo Ling's body was filled with a sense of oppression, and the oppressive aura was like a suffocating shadow.

Mu Rong walked out of the room, every step was heavy.

The Old Monk was immersed in the vast sea of suffering. That strand of suffering turned into a withered old face, and his mouth was mumbling.

"The light of the Buddha is the true form of the Demon."

Mu Rong looked up to the sky.

It was just the first step.

The sky was vast. In the eyes of ordinary people, it might be a slight deviation, but in the eyes of the truly strong, it was nothing but a trivial joke.

Back to the sea of consciousness.

Life had not yet returned, and that kind of earth-shattering change had not yet occurred.

Except for the daily struggle against the two beasts.

Morning.

The dark mist had not yet dispersed.

A small figure had already begun to run around the courtyard.

There was no weight, only the most primitive high-energy curse.

One realm, the circle of the army, the three realms.

The lungs seemed to be pulled taut and tightened, and the water in the lungs dripped and seeped into the soil.

The whole body was too weak.

The long-term burning of the sky did not fear the void, it was not something that could be returned in a day.

He grabbed the vast Spirit Seed, wanting to live in the abyss that had grown in the earth. The spiritual energy was the foundation.