Volume 2, Chapter 297: Eleven Immortal Rings: Unprecedented

A circle of black fairy ring suddenly appeared behind Ye Tingmu.

No reason, no logic, unbelievable, absolutely fake...

God knows, but they saw it. Some of them rubbed their eyes, fearing that they were seeing things, while others slapped their heads, fearing that they were hallucinating.

Some people relaxed their breathing, thinking they were not awake yet, while others shook their heads and smiled bitterly, believing that this was an illusion.

It is so dark, yet it is hard to look away.

At this moment, its light was deeply imprinted into everyone's consciousness and engraved into their minds, making people cheer and lose their minds.

Black fairy ring, eleven fairy rings.

The first one since ancient times.

Some surprises are expected.

Some surprises are unexpected.

The burial was an unexpected accident for them.

At this moment they understood what Zang had said before. Today, he was going to make history.

And they were fortunate enough to witness history, and in future history books, there will certainly be an entry that the sword mountain in the human world was broken and the eleven rings were buried, shocking the world.

He will open the peak of the wonderland, above the tenth ring, the eleventh ring.

Ye Tingmu slowly opened his eyes. He was not in a hurry to break the ring and gather his Dharma body. Although he successfully condensed the eleventh immortal ring, he knew in his heart that his eleventh soul ring still needed to be consolidated.

It is not yet the most appropriate time to condense the Dharma body.

He breathed calmly, put away the eleven immortal rings, and slowly walked towards the top of the main peak.

The moment he landed, Hei Bai gave him an approving look.

Baili Mu and the others were still standing there in a daze, staring at Zang, watching their sword master motionlessly.

His eyes were as big as a bull's.

Ye Tingmu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he was also happy in his heart. After all, breaking the eleventh ring was something worth being happy about. What's more, looking at the shocked, numb, dazed, and admiring eyes of several people, he had an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

He smiled, reserved but graceful, and waved in front of several people.

"Hey...what are you doing? One by one, it's not that serious. I just made a slight move and condensed a fairy ring casually."

His tone was humble, but his words revealed arrogance and arrogance.

Although he has lived for several decades, if he were on Blue Star, he would already be in his sixties.

But it still can't change his habit of showing off.

Moreover, the days of cultivation were the same for several years, so he still retained the mentality of a teenager at that time.

After hearing what he said, everyone naturally came back to their senses.

However, no one looked down on Zang because of his arrogance, even though he was really arrogant.

In their opinion, it is reasonable.

After all, the eleventh immortal ring created by Ye Tingmu is enough to make all things in the three heavens bow their heads.

Baili Mu said gently: "Congratulations, Junior Brother, you have created a myth of cultivation, a myth that belongs only to you."

Baili Rou said with a smile: "Brother, you are so disrespectful to call me Sword Master. I have to admit that I was really impressed by your handsomeness just now."

Baili Jianhan had a lot to say, but in the end he only uttered two words.

“Awesome!”

As for Baili Mu, he was even happier than Ye Tingmu, "Brother Zang, no... Master Sword Master, how did you do it? Teach me!"

Ye Tingmu smiled brightly. He could tell them how he did it, but they couldn't learn from his success. After all, he was the only one who possessed eleven attributes.

If others want to open the Eleven Immortal Rings, they can only find another way.

However, whether it will succeed is hard to say.

Ye Tingmu's success was by no means accidental. First of all, he was very lucky and possessed a body that could awaken eleven spiritual roots with ultimate attributes.

He has an extremely good grasp of attributes.

Secondly, he also possessed the Enlightenment Technique given to him by a mysterious old man. All of this led to the birth of his eleventh immortal ring.

But since they want to hear it, there's no harm in telling them.

He has been practicing in seclusion for more than 30 years, which has somewhat frustrated him.

Just when everyone in Broken Sword Mountain was chatting happily.

Outside Broken Sword Mountain, the four emperors have not left yet.

"It seems that I was too conservative. It may not take this boy a thousand years to become an emperor."

"If we can't kill him, then we should figure out where to hide him after he becomes emperor."

"Hey...should this matter be reported to the Heavenly Court?"

Luosha smiled helplessly and said, "How do you report that the Burial Shattered Ring was recast and eleven Immortal Rings were produced? I don't think the elders will believe it, right?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them shook their heads helplessly, and the bitterness on their lips looked sourer than a lemon.

They did not deny Luosha's words and spoke the truth. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed it.

Isn’t the Eleven Immortal Rings bullshit?

But the facts are the facts, and they cannot ignore the facts just to deceive themselves.

"Forget it, let's report it. It's not up to us to believe it or not."

"Then report it. Let's go. I need to find a place to digest it."

"I want to be quiet, too."

The Immortal Emperors left one after another.

The soldiers of the Killing Camp were gradually coming back to their senses from their shock and numbness.

They were even more emotionally shaken by the incredible things that Ye Tingmu brought to them.

Some have even begun to doubt their lives.

"I feel like Zang Xiu and I are not the same kind of immortals."

"Me too. Opening eleven immortal rings, I never dreamed of such a thing."

"The black fairy ring was born last. It absorbed all the spiritual power of a spiritual stone mine. Even if others wanted to, I'm afraid they don't have such a huge financial resources."

"Who knows? Zang came from the burial ground where the ancient gods were buried. He also said that he was a descendant of the ancient gods. So I think that maybe the reason why the ancient gods were so powerful was because they were able to condense the eleventh immortal ring."

"What you said is not impossible..."

They whispered to each other in twos and threes, and while they were horrified, they were also discussing the principle of how the eleven rings were created.

1,000 people, 1,000 ideas, and naturally there are countless versions of the speculations.

But there is no one method that everyone can agree with.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed, the sun gradually set, and the sunset was dyed red.

The Broken Sword Mountain Spiritual Peak, which originally reflected colorful light under the sunlight, is particularly dim today.

There was no brilliance, making the sunset at Broken Sword Mountain look less beautiful.

For a cultivator, the ultimate goal is to cultivate. I chatted with Baili and a few others for an entire afternoon, and then everyone went their separate ways.

They went into seclusion, perhaps stimulated by the funeral, so their enthusiasm was even greater.

It’s just to make himself climb high enough so that he won’t be left too far behind by Ye Tingmu in the future.