Liubo Mountain

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After Yuan Tian calculated what had happened during the eight hundred years he had been absent from the Primordial Wilderness, he thought of that battle, where more than a dozen Quasi-Sages had died or been wounded, and felt his scalp go numb.

Although Yuan Tian had previously witnessed a great battle in which nearly three thousand Quasi-Sage experts had perished, the two could not be compared. Those three thousand experts had been a little too "far" from Yuan Tian. After all, that had happened during the creation of the world—or rather, within Primordial Chaos. Though Yuan Tian had gained many insights from it, he had regarded it more as a "movie." But the deaths of these dozen or so Quasi-Sages had taken place in the Primordial Wilderness. This was like "reality." How could they be the same?

According to Yuan Tian's calculations, if he could have emerged from seclusion a hundred years earlier, he might have caught this "bloody feast" of the Primordial Wilderness. This was likely the greatest number of Quasi-Sages to die in a single incident in its entire history.

It seemed the Primordial Wilderness was still exceedingly dangerous. Before the Dragon-Han Tribulation had even truly begun, more than a dozen Quasi-Sages had already fallen. Once the Dragon-Han Tribulation actually arrived, who knew how many experts would perish? Making a living in the Primordial Wilderness was not easy.

Yuan Tian then thought of the pitiful Qilin Clan. He had heavily injured them before; after they had finally managed to recover, he had emptied their treasury. Now they had been heavily injured again, and the source of it seemed to be him. Were he and the Qilin Clan born to clash? Otherwise, why