Reincarnation Wheel and Mud Pool

Mud surged downward, carrying a terrifying aura that suppressed all paths.

After that instant of shock, more than forty clear-minded quasi-cult masters sprang into action, avoiding the mudflow's path and moving upstream to collect the blood mud.

The blood mud carried down by this mudflow was more abundant than ever before. There was no need to fight one another over it; everyone could reap a rich harvest.

Faced with such a massive amount of blood mud, Liu Feng did not dare sweep it all up into the inner world within his Dao puppet. First, it could not bear the load; second, provoking others' envy would make him a target for all.

As he collected the blood mud, Luo Shenghun took a moment to glance below and could not help but sigh inwardly.

"In a perilous place like this, quasi-cult masters are nothing. If we were facing a complete Reincarnation Wheel, even cult masters would struggle to survive."

Within his and Divine Yin Empress's field of vision, eleven quasi-cult masters who had lost themselves had failed to evade the mudflow's head-on descent. Their bodies were smashed to pieces, their souls shattered.

Liu Feng assessed the mudflow. It stretched at least fifty thousand miles upward.

While the various factions busied themselves collecting blood mud, he first glanced at the two female Other Path cultivators, but did not hasten to make a move.

Avoiding the mudflow, he took a detour toward the Reincarnation Wheel fragments.

The other quasi-cult masters, the cult master avatars, and even those like Divine Yin Empress and Luo Shenghun, whose souls had only barely recovered to the cult master level, did not dare approach rashly.

Having witnessed the miserable deaths of eleven quasi-cult masters, everyone knew how dangerous it was. Even though the Reincarnation Wheel fragments were incomparable treasures,