Chapter 112 Return

Bai Donglin stopped the self-annihilation in his body, and his state returned to full in a breath. He sat cross-legged in the hall of Yu Tower and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The trip to the ancient world was finally over. In the past two or three years, he was either killing people or being killed, which made him exhausted! However, thinking about the huge gains from this trip and his skyrocketing strength, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Although life in the Holy Sect is comfortable and stable, there is no such great progress. However, the countless resources in the Extreme Dao Bracelet and the Death Omen are enough for him to practice peacefully in the Holy Sect for a long time.

Bai Donglin suppressed the smile in his eyes, and his divine thoughts poured out. The light in the hall no longer flickered, and all the surviving monks had been brought back.

There are only more than 2,000 disciples left out of the 10,000. He sensed several familiar auras in the crowd. They were Shen Wuque and Su Qishengqing. Except for their exhausted expressions, the auras of the surviving disciples had become much stronger and more condensed, their edges were restrained, and their temperaments were much more mature. It seemed that everyone's cultivation level had improved greatly.

Suffering is indeed a shortcut to human progress.

In addition to the surviving disciples, there was also a large group of ownerless extreme bracelets floating in the air of the hall. The origins of these bracelets were extraordinary, and the Holy Sect wanted to recover them, but the number of bracelets in the air was far from matching the number of dead disciples.

Bai Donglin looked slightly embarrassed. Most of the Saint Sect monks died at the hands of the black-robed men, and he almost wiped out all of them. Naturally, all of the black-robed men's spoils were taken by him. Those bracelets had already been integrated into his own Jidao bracelets.

With a thought, the red bracelet on his wrist slowly merged into his soul. Being low-key and making a fortune in silence is the right way to go!

"Brother Bai."

"Hahaha, Brother Bai, what a coincidence, you're not dead either. You didn't expect that I'm not dead either!"

Bai Donglin smiled and shook his head. If I told you how many times I have died, you would be scared to death. Sheng Qing was still as enthusiastic as ever, and Shen Wuque was still as cocky as ever. The two of them sat opposite Bai Donglin and began to chat casually.

This time they stayed in Yu Tower for a long time. The other disciples didn't know why, but Bai Donglin knew in his heart that a devastating war might be going on in the outside world at that time!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and changes finally occurred in the Yu Tower Hall. There was a flash of light, and Bai Donglin and others were released from the Yu Tower and appeared in a hall.

Bai Donglin looked around. This familiar atmosphere was exactly the place where they left the Holy Sect. They were finally back. Everyone felt relaxed and as if they had survived a calamity.

The master of Yuta Tower and the master of Zhou Temple stood on the stands, with the masters of the four peaks of Earth, Wind, Water and Fire standing behind them, all looking at the crowd with complicated eyes.

What happened in the ancient world and Moro's plan have spread throughout the Qianyuan world, causing an uproar among countless forces and even alarming the ancestor.

The ancestor even issued a decree. In a short time, the Qianyuan Realm was covered in blood. All those who participated in the Moruo Plan were killed. Guiyi alone had dozens of people killed! It has been tens of millions of years since Emperor Mingyu released the news of "Cang". Moruo's plan was implemented 20 million years ago. Everything was kept secret. Except that the casualties of the disciples were a little greater than before, they did not find anything unusual.

The time span is too long. The two worlds only meet once every tens of thousands of years. Time has become the best cover for Moro's plan! Humph! Emperor Mingyu is not a good guy either. He is the one pushing everything in secret, and Moro is just his pawn.

Thinking of the way the higher-ups dealt with Emperor Mingyu and the Ancient Realm, Tong Xiao's eyes became even colder and fiercer. He suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly said to everyone in the hall, "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"The Holy Sect will not ignore your efforts. As for the disciples who died in vain, the Holy Sect will also help them seek justice!"

"In a few days, the compensation from the Holy Sect will be distributed to you through the Jidao Bracelet."

"Everyone go back and rest!"

Many disciples bowed their hands and communicated with each other through their bracelets, drew a gate of light, and returned to their own residences.

The four peak masters of Earth, Wind, Water and Fire, who had just made a cameo appearance, also said goodbye to the two and left. Tong Xiao and the Lord of the Universe Palace took a step forward and returned to a quiet courtyard deep in the Holy Sect.

The two of them sat cross-legged and poured two cups of spiritual tea on the small table in front of them. Tong Xiao picked up the teacup and took a sip, then asked, "Brother, who is Ming Yu? Why was he able to ask that master to come forward?"

"Humph! Compared to Moruo, I think this guy deserves to be killed more! Everything is caused by him!"

"Junior brother, be careful with your words."

Meng Yan, the Lord of Zhou Palace, gently put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes deep, in which one could faintly sense the passage of time.

"That person is not someone we can discuss."

"That sir has made a huge contribution to our race, and he has also used up 100 million military merits to protect Ming Yu. Even the ancestor has to give him some face!"

Tong Xiao had a sullen face and said nothing. When he first joined the Holy Sect, he also participated in the exploration of the ancient world. Many of his friends who entered together died in the ancient world.

If it was a normal death, it would be fine and I could only blame myself for my lack of strength, but now it seems that is not the case.

"Brother, I understand all these principles, but I just feel unhappy. I also know that you feel even more unhappy, right?"

Meng Yan's hand holding the teacup paused slightly. Tong Xiao was right. He was unhappy. He cherished every disciple of the Holy Sect, but they personally sent batches of disciples into the conspiracy of death.

"Junior brother, there will be opportunities in the future."

"What a pity. The Yuta Zhou Palace belongs to the Holy Sect after all. We cannot use it without permission. Otherwise, with the power of the immortal weapon, there would be no need to be so cautious!"

Meng Yan glanced at Tong Xiao and said no more. He silently sipped the spiritual tea in the cup, his thoughts flying wherever he wanted.

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Taishang Valley, Zizhu Residence.

A light gate slowly emerged, Bai Donglin stepped out and looked at the familiar small courtyard. It had been uninhabited for such a long time but it was still spotless. These houses were engraved with formations and had small functions such as automatic dust avoidance and cleaning.

Lying on the handmade purple bamboo lounge chair and rocking it gently, scenes of his actions in the ancient world flashed through his mind quickly. Bai Donglin was reviewing his actions to see if there were any shortcomings, whether the killings were clean and neat, and whether the treasures were looted cleanly.

These are all valuable experiences. Only by digesting them well and reflecting on them seriously can we do better next time we conduct such an expedition! After a while, Bai Donglin finished thinking and felt at peace. In the safe Shengzong, in the warm and familiar courtyard, he was so relaxed that he fell asleep in a daze. He hadn't slept for two or three years.

The next day.

Refreshed Bai Donglin stretched and stood up. It was so comfortable to lie down like a corpse. The laziness in his eyes slowly disappeared. He could lie down like a corpse until he became invincible. He could even lie there for billions of years. Now, the most important thing was to practice and become stronger.

The figure moved, and instantly returned to the bedroom, waving his hand to set up the formation. There was no rush to practice, and those "blind boxes" should be opened first! Bai Donglin rubbed his hands, his expression gradually became excited, this was his favorite part.

At the end of his trip to the ancient world, he wiped out all the men in black robes in one go and obtained more than 500,000 storage magic weapons!

The situation was critical at the time and he was rushing to Zhongzhou, so he had no chance to organize these resources afterwards.

There are more than 500,000 “blind boxes”, how long will it take to open them?

With a thought, a part of the storage magic treasures piled up in the death omen were taken out, and the huge divine consciousness poured into hundreds of storage magic treasures at the same time. One by one, the items were taken out and sorted out in the huge space of the bracelet.

Bai Donglin has a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He just wanted to sort these things out and put them away, and doing so would give him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Time flies, and as piles of storage magic weapons are cleared out, the space on the bracelet is slowly filled up.

Bai Donglin's smile gradually became abnormal! (End of this chapter)