Falling Moon City, towering mountains and ancient trees reach for the sky. Spiritual energy surges and recedes like the tide, and the distant sky is filled with dreamlike scenery, making this place seem less like a dangerous ruin and more like a fairyland.
Above the clouds, the inner disciples of the Qingling Clan were crossing the clouds, heading towards the Falling Moon Ruins.
Xu Meng, an elite member of the inner sect, suddenly noticed that Ye Xingchen, who had arrived full of vigor, had become somewhat silent.
He couldn't help but glance at the senior in blue robes leading the way, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Ye Xingchen was arrogant and conceited, showing a degree of arrogance not only towards his Peers but also towards some senior members of the Qingling.
Most Peak Dao Seed are wary of his immense potential and treat him with utmost respect during conversations.
But who among us wasn't once a spirited and talented young man?
The Guest Elder before me had earned his reputation through battle and had spent his entire life in glory.
In terms of talent, Ye Xingchen might not be able to compare with him.
Moreover, this person has a mortal enemy who is a True Saint, and has formed Great karma with a Young Supreme. How could he be afraid of the threat from a mere inner disciple?
All I can say is that Ye Xingchen is too arrogant, even more so than me. Now that he has offended such a genius, he'll have to be careful when he goes out in the future.
If this Guest Elder is petty, he might keep watching him.
Xu Meng recalled some of the Blood Case that had occurred over the years. Even though it was Supreme Dao System, many of its talented disciples would be attacked and killed once they left their territory. There were such examples, whether it was the Qingling Overlord or the Jade Palace Five Thunder Hall.
He remembered clearly that more than a hundred years ago, there was a peerless Unrivaled in the Five Thunder Hall, just like Ye Xingchen. He had just reached the Peak and felt that the world was vast and wanted to See Heaven and Earth and the vastness of the world. However, as soon as he left the territory of the Five Thunder Hall, he was killed along with the Guardian was holding the True Saint Artifact.
It is said that the person responsible for this tragedy was a legendary steward of the Five Thunder Hall, who was also a guest elder.
This is why, despite his background, Xu Meng was still very polite to Jiang Pingping.
Because he can clearly distinguish between the two: some geniuses have limited potential and their future is predictable, while top-tier prodigies like Jiang Keqing have too many possibilities.
As long as they don't encounter any danger this time, I believe they will be able to grow to the level of the True Disciple, Ming Chanjuan, within the next few decades.
Perhaps Jiang Pingping's cultivation of the Sword of Ten Thousand Laws will not necessarily lead to a good outcome in the future.
But as long as the other person is alive, their life is destined to be brilliant. Even you, Ye Xingchen, will have to bow your head and keep a low profile when you see them.
"Much more obedient."
At this moment, not only Xu Meng noticed Ye Xingchen's abnormality, but everyone else also realized that this usually arrogant genius had become much more down-to-earth, seemingly lacking some of his sharp edges, and kept his head down in silence.
"Arrogant people need a ruthless person to temper them."
"Silence is Cambridge tonight."
I still prefer his rebellious side.
The group exchanged glances, secretly pleased to see Ye Xingchen suffer a setback.
"Arrive!"
Not long after the performance began, someone suddenly spoke up, gazing excitedly ahead.
At this moment, everyone looked up and gazed into the distance.
Before me stretched countless mountains, waterfalls, and vast forests that resembled an endless ocean.
There is no sign of ruins here; instead, the Mountains and Rivers is beautiful, and there is no trace of the so-called lunar soil.
"According to my elders, thousands of years ago this place was a sea of corpses, with blood flowing for miles."
"These are all old stories, legends now, long gone. With the erosion of time, everything has vanished."
The disciples were talking, all saying that this place was dangerous, but they didn't feel it at all.
Xu Meng raised an eyebrow slightly. He keenly noticed that Jiang Keqing, who was usually indifferent, had frowned for once.
Then, Jiang Ping suddenly turned around, and a flash of Lingguang appeared in his clothes.
Soon, everyone noticed that they had a beautiful Jade pendant in their hands.
Jiang Ping said expressionlessly, "If you encounter an insurmountable danger, remember to crush this jade immediately."
The disciples were puzzled. At present, they could only travel within a thousand miles. Not to mention this guest elder, even Ye Xingchen, who was at the Spirit Wander Second Heaven, had a divine sense that could reach a much wider range.
"May I ask, Senior Jiang, is there any special significance to this place?"
Xu Meng couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Ping waved his hand and said, "Go and train with peace of mind, don't worry about anything else."
Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw the twenty inner disciples down.
"Old Jiang!"
Jiang Ping was just about to find a cloud to lie down on when he heard a sound coming from afar.
Ren Xiaoxiao ran over and greeted him.
Jiang Ping turned around to greet him, and then, with a flourish, he shaped a cloud into a pavilion, where the two sat facing each other and enjoyed tea.
Ren Xiaoxiao sip, then said with a serious expression:
"This place is extraordinary; its Daoist essence is profound, and its aura soars to the heavens."
Here, she felt a strange sense of suppression, as if her strength had been weakened. Whether it was breaking through the air or casting spells, it was much more difficult than outside.
"The most crucial thing is..."
Ren Xiaoxiao's eyes gleamed with gold as she gazed into the depths of the ruins. In her eyes, the scene before her underwent a dramatic transformation: flames soared into the sky amidst the mountains, and Snowfall began to fall in the forest.
Further away, a purple flame pierced through the Void; even just glimpsing it from afar sent alarm bells ringing in one's mind.
A gentle breeze brushed her face, stirring up the celestial Lingguang. She felt the range of her divine sense's exploration sharply reduced, her perception now less than two miles.
"Um."
Jiang Ping nodded solemnly and said, "This is a battleground for Dao Monarch; the atmosphere here is too strong."
Those inner disciples couldn't detect it, but he knew that the Dao Mark here were too heavy. Some could be seen with the naked eye, but many more were hidden in the Void, and it would be difficult for him to sense them if he didn't understand the Dao.
"The dangers of this place are unlike anything I have ever seen in my life."
Ren Xiaoxiao said in a low voice.
According to her senior sister Xiao Yin, deep within the ruins, some supreme Dao Mark are hidden in layers of Void, difficult even for those at the Peak to detect. Once they come into contact with them, they won't even know how they died.
No wonder those extraordinary Dao Seeds who can rival True Saints all band together for warmth. They really need to think twice before becoming lone wolves; this place is too dangerous.
At this point, she smiled brightly again and extended an invitation to Jiang Ping, hoping that he could join Senior Sister Xiao's team.
Of course, Jiang Ping politely declined.
The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.
Since he had this opportunity, he didn't want to share what he gained with others; he'd rather try it out on his own.
Seeing this, Ren Xiaoxiao stopped trying to persuade her. After finishing her tea, she lifted her skirt and walked away.
Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.
The work of Guardian is not particularly arduous; it mainly involves watching from above. Jiang Ping will only appear when a disciple on the list encounters an unavoidable situation.
Of course, he also experiences mood swings at times.
There are so many resources here. Within a hundred miles of the ruins alone, a disciple discovered a legendary-grade medicine, which even he found hard to resist.
It was a wondrous flower that emitted a strong Dao Light, constantly absorbing the essence of the surrounding area. Its medicinal fragrance flowed like a spring. He once approached it, gently inhaled the Medicinal Qi, and felt his slowly growing Primordial Spirit loosen.
"This is just the outer perimeter; there must be plenty of this legendary-level medicine deeper within the ruins."
Jiang Ping murmured to himself, he desperately needed this medicine to overcome this critical juncture.