In the Northern Region, the land was barren for thousands of miles, and the scorching wind whipped up sand and gravel that stung the face.
Purple Mountain, that oppressive yet majestic mountain with its entire body in shades of purplish-brown, stands like an ancient tombstone in the heart of the wilderness.
At this moment, the area around Purple Mountain is no longer as desolate as it once was.
Divine Rainbow streaked across the sky, chariots roared, and powerful auras intertwined, transforming this area into the most dangerous and eye-catching vortex in the entire Big Dipper.
In the east, the ancient war chariot of the Jiang Family floated, the nine-headed fire beast lay dormant, and a wisp of energy from the Hengyu Furnace acted like a stabilizing force, scorching and domineering, proclaiming the inviolability of the extreme power.
The faces of these living fossils remained calm and composed, but their gazes were like Heavenly Blade, sweeping across the Purple Mountain as if searching for some kind of pattern or flaw.
In the west, the Void distorted slightly, and the Ji Family's forces seemed to blend into the heavens and earth, silent and still, yet carrying the ethereal and deadly aura unique to the Void Scripture.
The replica of the Void Mirror shimmered with an eerie light, constantly deducing the spatial nodes surrounding Purple Mountain.
In the south, holy light shines everywhere, and the Yaoguang Holy Land is led by a spirit phoenix, serene and transcendent.
They are like outsiders, yet they firmly occupy a territory; beneath the holy light lies unfathomable planning and waiting.
These three extreme forces constitute the backbone of this place.
However, they are surrounded by a much more complex power structure.
The immortal divine dynasty from the Central Continent has arrived!
The bronze chariots of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty were imprinted with ancient ancestral totems, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent;
Representatives of the Ancient Hua Dynasty rode in jade chariots drawn by dragon horses, the Imperial Dragon Qi faintly visible, exuding nobility and majesty;
The banners of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Divine State Dynasty fluttered in the wind.
They came from afar, determined to obtain the inheritance of the Great Emperor Wushi, thus forming a delicate competition and balance with the local forces of the Eastern Wasteland.
The demon race was not absent either!
Although the Azure Flood Dragon King followed Li Qingshan's instructions and personally oversaw Yunze Prefecture to protect Yan Ruyu and Li Qingshan's students, including Wu Qingfeng, Lin Jia, Liu Yiyi, and Zhang Ziling, he did not personally visit the area.
However, Mighty Figure demons native to the Northern Region, as well as some demon kings who had heard the news and rushed from other regions, also gathered here.
The demonic aura soared to the heavens, rivaling the auras of various races, including some with ancient bloodlines and formidable strength.
What's even more surprising is that representatives of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Region are also mixed in!
This group of lawless scoundrels acted erratically, their actions deceitful and ambiguous, unlike the more powerful factions that were concerned with pomp and circumstance.
In twos and threes, some riding ferocious birds, others walking on foot, their eyes arrogant, scanning all directions like hyenas that have smelled blood, ready to tear off a piece of fat meat in the chaos at any moment.
What truly instilled fear in all human factions were the ancient races from different directions.
These descendants of races that have slumbered for millennia, carrying an aura of savagery and innate arrogance, coldly observed all the humans present.
They were few in number, but each of them was extremely powerful, their strength no less than that of Mighty Figure. Their oppressive aura made many cultivators feel suffocated.
The various forces were intertwined, and divine thoughts subtly collided, probed, and warned each other in the Void.
Enormous profits come with even greater risks and uncertainties.
No one dared to make a move, fearing they might become the straw that broke the balance and ignited a chaotic war.
A stifling sense of tension filled the air.
On the outskirts of this core area, where giants gather and storms are brewing, in a shadowy spot obscured by wind-eroded rock pillars, two figures and a dog are cautiously spying.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"
A fat Daoist priest wearing a rumpled Daoist robe and with shifty eyes gasped as he looked at the figures in the distance that resembled gods and demons.
"This is more frightening than digging up ten Ancient Emperor tombs."
The Jiang Family, the Ji Family, the Yaoguang, the Central Continent Dynasty, the demon race, the Thirteen Great Bandits, and those Primordial Races —goodness, is this a repeat of the Dark Turmoil?
This unscrupulous Daoist priest was none other than Duan De.
He wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, but his small eyes gleamed with even greater excitement:
"However, the more chaotic and murky the water, the easier it is to fish!"
The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.
Standing next to him was a handsome young man with a resolute gaze and a restrained yet subtly powerful aura—none other than Ye Fan.
A year has passed, and he has experienced a lot. His brows have lost some of their youthful naiveté and gained more composure and experience.
Above his Bitter Sea, a small cauldron with three legs and two handles, ancient and grand, surrounded by the Xuanhuang Mother Qi, floated on the water, exuding the profound aura of the origin of all things.
It is a cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things Source!
A year ago, he, along with the Black Emperor and Pang Bo, mistakenly entered the Bronze Immortal Palace. After experiencing life and death, under some mysterious arrangement, they obtained this supreme immortal material within the palace and successfully forged their own "weapon".
However, the news somehow leaked out, and the Mother Qi of All Things Source appeared in the world, attracting countless greedy eyes in the Eastern Wasteland.
He, Pang Bo, and the Black Emperor were relentlessly pursued and eventually arrived in the Northern Region.
On the one hand, it was to avoid the limelight; on the other hand, it was because they had heard of the eventful gathering at Purple Mountain and wanted to try their luck.
"You fatso, keep your voice down!"
Ye Fan whispered, glancing warily around.
"Don't bring those old guys over here."
Beside him, a black dog wearing floral shorts, standing on its hind legs, was stroking its chin with its paw, sizing up Duan De with the air of a seasoned expert.
"Woof! Kid, don't be so tense."
Black Emperor grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and transmitted his thoughts telepathically.
"These guys are all focused on Purple Mountain right now, who has time to care about us little shrimps?"
It then turned its gaze to Duan De, its dog eyes gleaming with the light of discovery, and continued to transmit its voice:
"But speaking of which, Ye boy, this fat Daoist priest, tsk tsk, is a rare talent!"
Look at his physique, his demeanor, his eyes—a classic "underground worker"!
I could smell that strong "dust of history" emanating from him from a great distance!
Ye Fan rolled his eyes helplessly, speechless at Black Emperor's choice of words.
Of course he knew what Duan De did; he had been tricked by him many times back in the Demon Emperor's Tomb.
He replied telepathically:
"That fat guy is a professional grave robber; he's done plenty of shady things. Getting involved with him is never a good thing."
"Digging up graves? That's exactly right!"
Black Emperor was not bothered at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.
"This is what you call a perfect match for your major!"
Just think about it, Purple Mountain, that's the Daoist temple of the Great Emperor Wushi! Now these idiots are trying to gnaw on this tough nut, they're bound to break a mouthful of teeth!"
It stood upright, one paw resting on Ye Fan's shoulder, the other pointing towards the distant, imposing strongholds of various powerful forces, a cunning smile spreading across its dog-like face.
"But! Aren't all of these powerful forces with an ancient history?"
Which family hasn't had some outstanding ancestors?
Their ancestral graves—no, their cemetery!
The place where their ancestors rest is the real treasure!
Duan De, who had been observing the various forces in the distance and figuring out how to sneak into Purple Mountain, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing Black Emperor's words. He abruptly turned his head, his breathing quickening.
"Dog, fellow gangster, what do you mean?"
Black Emperor chuckled, his dog-like face close to Duan De's, and he lowered his voice, saying:
"Fat Daoist priest, let's speak frankly."
With everyone's attention focused on Purple Mountain right now, the defenses of their stronghold are inevitably weak!
Especially those old guys who guard the cemetery, they might have been transferred here to keep things in order too,"
Duan De's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he rubbed his thick palms together, his greed almost undisguised.
"Brilliant! Fellow Daoist Dog, your insight is truly brilliant!"
While they're busy fighting amongst themselves—no, while all the heroes are gathered at Purple Mountain and have no time to spare—let's go and visit their ancestral graves.
Bah! It's more like we're going to their ancestral resting place to conduct in-depth "archaeological research" and "cultural relic protection" work!
This is a feint, a diversionary tactic—no, it's a diversionary maneuver to lure the tiger away from the mountain and then steal a sheep along the way!
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