Gathering at the Great Desolation
"I heard that you need Great Desolation Relic Token Great Desolation Relic. Aren't these all controlled by top-tier Vast Academy?" Mu Qingyi asked curiously.
There are only thirty-two Great Desolation Relic Token in total. Even if the Vast Academy were to distribute them, it would be difficult to obtain many tokens, let alone let them be leaked out.
Over the past five thousand years, the Great Desolation Relic have been opened more than ten times. At first, they caused quite a stir because the five kingdoms were newly established and the situation on the continent was still relatively turbulent. Therefore, only a portion of the Great Desolation Relic Token were rescued.
However, as the situation stabilized, the top powers on the continent, led by the Seven Great Academies, directly divided up the Great Desolation Relic Token.
If people don't participate, they naturally won't pay much attention to it anymore.
So over the next few thousand years, the Great Desolation Relic were gradually forgotten, and even fewer cultivators came to visit Great Desolation Relic.
Ma Feifei's group, including her, made a total of seven people, occupying nearly one-fifth of the spots. The Great Desolation Relic Token so precious; there was no reason for them to have it.
"We didn't have any originally, but Miss Lian Yi did," Ma Feifei said with a smile as she closed "Dream into Divine Machine."
"Her?" Mu Qingyi glanced at Lian Yi with some surprise, clearly not believing it.
Lian Yi raised her head proudly, and with a flash of her palm, six Great Desolation Relic Token appeared, swirling around her Lian Yi.
"How did you steal it?" Mu Qingyi's face clearly showed surprise.
"Can't you speak human language? Did you steal this? I clearly earned it through my own efforts." Lian Yi put away the six Great Desolation Relic Tokens, snorted, and walked straight ahead, too lazy to bother with Mu Qingyi.
"That's not right! You only have six Great Desolation Relic Tokens, what am I supposed to do?"
"Can you guys take me with you? I'll take you guys as my underlings, okay?"
"..."
Five hundred miles deep in the Great Wilderness, there is a canyon that seems to have been cleaved in two by a sword, the huge ravine drawing a boundary for the Great Wilderness.
In the middle of the canyon, the sound of crashing waves is deafening.
Occasionally, waves splash and rain pours down on the vast wilderness.
This is the famous Chu River Han Boundary the Great Desolation Relic.
"The Chu River is almost full." Beside the canyon, two old men stood quietly, one dressed in coarse linen clothes and the other in a gray long robe. They watched the crashing waves before them with calm in their eyes.
"Yes! Another five hundred years." The old man in the gray robe sighed deeply. Five hundred years is a long time; the world has changed dramatically.
"Are you confident this time?" the old man in coarse linen clothes asked softly.
"It's too difficult, less than 30%." The old man in the gray robe shook his head, his tone full of helplessness.
The old man in coarse linen clothes nodded slightly without speaking, and for a moment, only the sound of waves crashing on the shore and rain falling remained in the canyon.
After an unknown amount of time, the old man in the gray robe looked at the old man in the coarse linen clothes and asked, "And you?"
"This time, I won't go in," the old man in coarse linen clothes said calmly.
"Hmm? Why?" the old man in the gray robe asked, puzzled.
"Opportunities should be reserved for those with talent," the old man in coarse linen clothes said with a slight smile.
The old man in the gray robe glanced back; ten miles away from the canyon, there stood many people.
Among them were those who came to visit the Great Desolation Relic, those who came as spectators, and those who came to take advantage of the chaos.
Among this group of people, a long-haired woman wearing a light green robe stood out, because not only were her clothes green, but her hair was too.
"Are you going to let your apprentice in?" The old man in the gray robe turned around and asked with interest.
"She's smart; letting her in might give her a better chance." The old man in coarse linen clothes answered the old man in the gray robe's question.
"Are people who study medicine really all intelligent?" the old man in the gray robe joked.
The old man in coarse linen clothes shook his head, said nothing, and turned to leave.
"She's destined to become a medicine fairy."
"..."
As night fell, the depths of the Great Desolation Relic grew increasingly cold. The moon in the sky appeared particularly bright and round tonight, its light casting a heavy, desolate glow upon the wilderness.
The number of cultivators gathered ten miles outside the Chu River Han Boundary has grown to several thousand and is still increasing rapidly.
"Whoosh~"
Four white streaks flashed by in the distance.
"The Sword Sect Leader has arrived with three elders." Someone immediately recognized the four beams of white light.
"Whoosh~"
Several more rays of light shone.
"The Dean of the Enlightenment Academy, Qin Shengmu and Qin Wu, have arrived."
"Whoosh~"
"Qi Shangshan, the vice president of Qi Guo Wenchang Academy, has arrived."
Each beam of light that hurtled towards them represented a powerful force or a prominent figure. The Great Desolation Relic, one of the nine ancient ruins, was also in the hands of these top forces.
In general, each opening of the Great Desolation Relic is a contest between top sects, academies, and even nations.
Ordinary forces have no way to join this game, because they don't even have the qualifications to have a pass.
"I wonder who will come out with a full load this time," an elderly man said wistfully, gazing up at the flashing lights on a patch of wasteland.
He was a rogue cultivator and was not qualified to enter the Great Desolation Relic, but he had been present every time the Great Desolation Relic opened since 1,500 years ago.
He witnessed the opening of the Great Desolation Relic three times, and the cultivators who participated in the Great Desolation Relic three times.
Some people soared to Great Desolation Relic because of the Great Desolation Relic, while others perished there.
This is where dreams are realized, and also where heroes are buried.
Of course, many more returned empty-handed, their five hundred years of preparation amounting to nothing, leaving them with lifelong regret.
"Unfortunately, this is also the last time I will see the Great Desolation Relic. Alas..."
A soft sigh, conveying an unspeakable sense of loneliness and sorrow.
As the moon disappeared and the sky gradually turned a pale white, fewer and fewer cultivators headed to this place.
"Whoosh!"
Four more beams of light rushed in, this time all of them purple.
"It's Vast Academy! Grand Dean Cang Lan has arrived!" The silent Great Wilderness erupted in an uproar at this voice, and everyone turned their gaze to the horizon, to the four beams of purple light.
"Whoosh~"
As the light faded, Cang Lan and his group landed on a small hill.
Cang Lan stood at the front, dressed in a long purple robe surrounded by purple, exuding the air of an immortal.
Standing side by side behind Cang Lan were three people, all dressed in purple robes: Third Dean Zhen Liang, Fourth Dean Sea Emperor, and Sixth Dean Parasitic Sea.
The four of them stood quietly on the hill, Dafeng blowing, causing their purple robes to flutter like thousands of purple clouds dancing in the air.
"Greetings, Grand Dean!"
Everyone greeted him respectfully in unison, their faces full of reverence.
As a venerable immortal, one deserves the utmost respect from all living beings.
Above the vast wilderness, a fierce Dafeng carried these words far and wide.
It blew into Ma Feifei and his group's ears.