The dark tunnel seemed to have no end in sight.
Ao Yao and his companions followed behind the Mad Taoist.
"Master Dao, are we still in the Azure Sky Domain?"
Ao Yao felt that the entire dragon was in a bad mood.
I'm numb!
I'm numb from walking.
That day, after the mad Taoist finished chanting the words "Fan Tian," he led them into the dilapidated temple.
Inside the dilapidated temple, there is a passageway.
It could be straight down, or it could be straight up, or it could even be winding and folding in the void.
Ao Yao was no longer in a hurry to walk any further; he was even tired from walking.
Supernatural powers and spells are completely ineffective here.
He even felt as if he had become a person, an ordinary person who had never practiced cultivation.
The only thing that can prove he is not an ordinary person is that he doesn't need to eat, drink, or relieve himself.
If you had to eat, drink, and relieve yourself in this godforsaken place, it would be a nightmare.
The mad Taoist stopped, wiped his sweat, and muttered to himself, "Almost there, almost there!"
Almost there?
Where to?
never mind!
Anywhere is better than here.
Ao Yao comforted himself.
......
"arrive!"
When the mad Taoist spoke again, the passageway had vanished without a trace.
A bronze door appeared before everyone's eyes.
The mad Taoist gave a gentle push.
The door opened.
"Phew, finally out!"
Ao Yao let out a long breath and stepped out of the bronze door.
......
Um?
What place is this?
As soon as he stepped outside, Ao Yao realized something was wrong.
He stood on ruins, which seemed to be a city.
But this city was something he couldn't understand at all.
Why are there iron rods stuck in the houses here?
Wood is almost nowhere to be seen.
The grayish-white broken wall looks like some kind of stone, but it is not stone.
"Master Daoist, where is this place?"
Ao Yao looked back and realized that not only was the Mad Taoist gone, but Li Bujing, Bai Ge, and the Mad Taoist had also all vanished without a trace.
"Master Dao, please stop messing with me!"
Without Li Bujing by his side, Ao Yao felt very unsafe.
This place offered him no warmth whatsoever.
A cool breeze was blowing!
"roar!"
Suddenly, a roar came.
Amidst the ruins, a head swayed and rose.
It was a shriveled tiger head, so thin that it was impossible to tell whether it was skin covering bones or bones covering skin.
His cloudy eyes stared at Ao Yao.
Ao Yao glared at the tiger head and said domineeringly, "You bastard, get over here!"
Throughout the myriad realms, the Black Dragon clan is the king of all demonic beasts.
No matter what divine beast bloodline one possesses, one must bow down before the Black Dragon Clan.
Not to mention this emaciated tiger.
Is it considered a monster?
It doesn't even qualify as a demon beast.
If you let it roll over here, it's like its ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke.
Then, the tiger's head moved.
More accurately, it was ejected.
A bright red fleshy tentacle controlled the tiger's head and flew towards Ao Yao.
The tiger's mouth opened, spewing out a foul-smelling cloud of poison.
"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"
Ao Yao snorted coldly and prepared to twist the monster's head off.
Then, he was dumbfounded.
The outstretched hand emitted no magical fluctuations.
Not only that, it wasn't even his own hand.
It was pitch black, pitted and uneven, and covered with fine hairs.
What's going on?
Just as Ao Yao was stunned, the tiger's head smashed into his face.
pain!
......
Soon, Ao Yao opened his eyes again.
The ruins remain, but the people are gone.
He quickly looked at himself.
Grass!
Who are you?
Ao Yao was stunned.
This isn't me!
Hallucination?
Illusion?
Or is it some kind of magic?
What is the mad Taoist priest up to?
One question after another surfaced in Ao Yao's mind.
roar--
Are you coming again?
Ao Yao decided to teach this monster a lesson.
Show it what it means for a starved black dragon to be bigger than a tiger!
Ao Yao reached out and grasped one of the iron rods on the rock.
Bring the stick!
The "iron rod" remained motionless, and the tiger's head slammed into Ao Yao's face again.
......
"I refuse to believe it!"
When he opened his eyes again, Ao Yao, refusing to believe it, gripped the "iron rod" with both hands.
The spiraling patterns on the iron rod allowed him to exert all his strength.
Of course, it can't be pulled out either.
......
When it came out again, Ao Yao did not try to pull it out.
He thought about it carefully and realized that there might be something wrong with his thinking.
This thing is not an ordinary iron rod at all; it's a magical artifact.
The simplest way to make an unclaimed magical artifact recognize its owner is by dripping blood on it!
Ao Yao was also ruthless; he punched the iron rod directly.
The skin was broken, blood was flowing, but the stick didn't budge.
......
I refuse to believe it!
Let's try again.
Ao Yao was also stubborn, and tried to use an iron rod more than ten times.
In the end, he gave up the iron rod.
He came back to life, this time with a different iron rod.
That one was stubborn, but surely all these magical treasures can't be stubborn!
Ao Yao, not believing in superstition, decided to give it a try.
......
Having died countless times, Ao Yao was completely numb!
The person who crafted these magical artifacts must be seriously ill.
This thing is completely inhuman.
Grass!
They can't even do something as simple as acknowledging God.
Go to hell.
This time, Ao Mie is not allowed to be stubborn.
He looked around and began searching for something that would suit him.
And sure enough, he actually found it.
It was a stone, a very strange stone.
It is square, with one side being exceptionally long.
The surface looks rough, but it doesn't have many irregular bumps.
The stone is light red all over and has some flaking.
But it's just the right size to hold with one hand.
Don't say it!
This thing is handy.
Seeing the tiger's head hurtling towards him, Ao Yao threw the stone in his hand at it.
Click—
The stone easily crushed the tiger's head, and grayish-white bone fragments scattered in all directions.
But that wasn't the end of it. The fleshy whiskers controlling the tiger's head turned and lunged straight at Ao Yao's face.
Grass
He died again!
......
Having been reborn once again, Ao Yao was prepared.
In the instant he shattered the tiger's head, his left hand struck the flesh.
It's sticky, yet unusually rough.
Without thinking twice, Ao Yao grabbed the stone and hurled it upwards with all his might.
After an unknown amount of time, the tentacles stopped struggling.
A beam of red light shot out from the tentacle and entered Ao Yao's body.
Ao Yao felt a warm current flowing into his dantian.
Wait... dantian?
Why do I have this strange thought?
Am I... a martial arts practitioner?
Um?
Where did this strange memory come from?
Before Ao Yao could figure it out, everything went black.
He...died again?
I'm so damn angry!
......
The same thing happened to three other people.
They were like monsters leveling up and conquering new levels.
Without a doubt, Ao Yao is the slowest.
Zhang Qi is the second slowest; he has only just passed the second hurdle.
He gave away his prize and outmaneuvered the other two to reach the fifth level.
The fastest was naturally Li Bujing.
He was like a heartless killing machine, precisely eliminating the monsters that charged out.
......
In the sky, the bronze gate opened.
On the other side of the door, it seemed to connect to an unknown space and time.
Countless coins of all shapes and sizes dotted that space and time like stars.
If He Wu were here, he would definitely recognize those coins.
Those were the seven emotions and six desires collected by the Forge organization from living beings.
The mad Taoist priest slumped down in front of the bronze gate.
......
Extreme Abyss, Peace Tavern.
He Wu was drinking alone, feeling down.
He was filled with deep sorrow.
Even when secluded, he was somewhat absent-minded.
no way.
Both sides were his beloved family and friends, and they started fighting...
"Has it been connected?"
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