Puppet Wasteland Reveals Itself? Purple Palace Peak (Two Chapters in One, Please Vote with Monthly Passes)

In a hilly region, three mountains rose from the ground, forming a long, narrow valley.

The valley was utterly silent. A spirit skiff appeared in midair, and a man stepped down from it.

He looked into the valley.

But before he could fly into the valley to investigate, his expression abruptly changed, and he immediately retreated at full speed.

Even so, he was still too late. Countless flashes of spiritual light erupted into a terrifying spiritual explosion.

Like a volcanic eruption, it came rolling toward him.

The cultivator hastily drew several defensive artifacts, then finally produced a golden puppet.

The flames shattered through the defensive artifacts, even blasting one earthen shield away. Only the golden puppet suddenly shone with brilliant golden light, like the golden body of a Buddhist guardian.

Yet even so, cracks began spreading across that Buddha-like body.

"Damn it!" the cultivator cursed, painfully withdrawing the golden puppet.

The spiritual light quickly faded, and the valley was completely razed to the ground, leaving not a trace of what had been there before.

The cultivator's divine sense swept madly through the surroundings, but at this moment, where could he find any sign of the other cultivator?

His face instantly shifted from gloomy to twisted. After angrily striking the empty air, he vanished from the valley.

Half a day later, the cultivator appeared again. His expression had already begun to calm, and this time, he departed once more.

On a steep mountain peak, a vermilion fruit tree jutted out from the cliffside.

Only a few vermilion fruits grew upon it.

Several birds swooped down excitedly from the mountaintop, finally landing on the vermilion fruit tree.

They chirped noisily.

The next moment, a stone abruptly appeared in the air and crashed onto the vermilion fruit tree with a boom, sending