In a remote region on the far border of the Lingyuan Continent, space exists in a strange and distorted state.
The ruins, half-hidden in the void, appear and disappear intermittently.
The outline of the ruins was barely discernible amidst the illusory interplay of light and shadow, yet it possessed an irregular shape, as if it had been randomly pieced together by the aftershocks of some battle.
Its surface is covered with intricate patterns, which sometimes shimmer with a cold light and sometimes hide in the darkness, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of the past.
A faint aura occasionally leaks from the ruins, cold, deathly, and filled with an exotic sense of unfamiliarity. When this aura comes into contact with the surrounding space, it causes a slight spatial ripple, as if two completely different worlds are colliding and clashing with each other.
What Qin Luo saw was this incredible scene.
Meanwhile, in the distance from these ruins, numerous forces were constantly sending people in.
The forces on the Lingyuan Continent were well aware of the seriousness of the matter, and therefore dispatched their elite disciples to enter.
Many forces from neighboring continents traveled great distances to try and gain a share of the spoils amidst the chaos. They fantasized that if they could obtain some remnants of ancient civilizations, they might be able to dominate a region and rise above all other forces.
For a time, people came and went around the ruins, and people with all sorts of thoughts gathered here, creating a continuous scene.
"This ruin is fraught with danger, and many unknowns lurk in the shadows. You must be careful at all times. If you encounter something far beyond your capabilities, you must prioritize preserving your own lives."
“If the hidden danger is extremely troublesome and you are indeed unable to completely eradicate it with your strength, then we, a group of powerful individuals, will have no choice but to forcibly drive it away and exile it elsewhere.”
Wu Changkong and his companions were shocked to hear this. They knew that exile was no easy task; the price was the loss of a vast area of the Lingyuan Continent, which would be banished into the desolate void.
This means that countless towns will be destroyed, millions of lives will be displaced and forced to leave their homes, and the power distribution and resource allocation of the entire Lingyuan Continent will likely be reshuffled again. The resulting turmoil may even trigger a third continental conflict.
Therefore, although this exile was a last resort, it was also a way to save one's life.
After taking a deep breath, everyone said in unison:
"We will certainly live up to the dean's expectations!"
Seeing this, the dean nodded slightly, waved his sleeve, and a faint light enveloped Qin Luo and the other four. Qin Luo felt a dizzying sensation and his body was sent into the ruins that were between illusion and reality.
When Qin Luo finally saw what was in front of him, he found himself in a state of utter desolation.
Ruins are everywhere, with huge stones scattered haphazardly. The once magnificent buildings are now just crumbling frames, and the exquisite carvings on the stone pillars have been blurred by time, leaving only faint outlines of their former elegance.
The ground was covered with cracks, as if they were scars left by the aftershocks of some battle. Some of the cracks even flickered with a strange red light, causing the spiritual energy in Qin Luo's body to surge unconsciously.
"Phew, I need to hurry. Hopefully they can hold out until I get there..."
After exhaling a breath of stale air, Qin Luo spoke softly. Then, after determining the direction, he transformed into a streak of light and flew away without hesitation.
Along the way, many people continued to explore this site.
They either moved cautiously in twos and threes among the ruins, or acted alone, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.
Many people's eyes gleamed with greed when they saw Qin Luo alone in the air.
However, when a foolish late-stage Spirit Control Realm cultivator was casually slapped into a pulp by Qin Luo, the others who were secretly observing and harboring ill intentions were terrified and dared not linger for a moment, quickly scattering away in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph! If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, I would really like to crush these ignorant ants one by one."
That's what he said, but Qin Luo wasn't unmoved. A crystal talisman appeared in his hand, and a dark blue light flowed around his fingertips.
Then, with a sudden slap in the void, an extremely cold force surged forth, and countless icy rivers appeared out of thin air.
The glaciers transformed into silver dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they swept towards the fleeing people.
Wherever the glacier passes, the air freezes, making a crackling sound.
The fleeing people turned back in terror, only to see a cold glint approaching, leaving them no time to dodge. The icy aura instantly enveloped them, freezing them into blocks of ice in various poses, their faces still bearing the marks of extreme regret and despair.
After Qin Luo slapped the talisman in his hand, his figure transformed into a streak of light and continued to travel at high speed into the distance.
After Qin Luo left, only a deathly silence remained, with only the numerous corpses frozen into ice blocks constantly cracking under the cold, emitting soft popping sounds...
After a short while, Qin Luo arrived at a ruined palace.
The former glory of the palace is long gone, leaving only incomplete stone pillars and a broken dome, which seem to silently tell the story of the great changes that have taken place.
Looking up, one could see that above the center of the hall, a black, eerie barrier was being continuously stained by the floating blood.
As screams, sometimes near and sometimes far, rang out, strands of blood, exuding a pungent, fishy smell, continuously surged onto the surface of the barrier and flowed around it.
The eerie barrier, corroded by the blood, flickered with unstable light from time to time, and it seemed that it was already on the verge of collapse.
"Let's see if you can wake up 'one' faster, or if I can wake up 'the other' faster!"
As he whispered, Qin Luo's eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts suddenly shifted, causing the Radiant Heart Sutra to silently begin circulating.
In an instant, the emotions in his eyes receded like the tide, leaving only a calmness as deep as a still pool.
Inside the hall, a man with a scar across his entire face, wielding a blood-red hooked sickle, watched with a twisted smile as he observed the man and woman huddled together before him.
The man's face was filled with terror; his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, frantically shouting:
"My lord, please spare me! I am willing to offer you this woman beside me. Her skills in bed are beyond words, and she will surely give you a great and satisfying experience."
As soon as he finished speaking, he completely ignored the woman beside him whose face turned deathly pale and whose eyes were filled with disbelief. He suddenly used all his strength to shove the woman toward the hook-shaped man as if she were a discarded shoe.
At the same time, he quickly fled backward.
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