"The Holy Ruins is actually a transit station between the low-level continent and the high-level continent."
Seeing the confusion on their faces, Emperor Zun continued, "The Yunchuang Continent is actually a low-level continental plane, and the Holy Ruins is actually a rather mysterious place where people from several low-level continents gather."
"The Holy Ruins can be called a transit station, or an intermediate plane."
Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng said thoughtfully, "So, if we want to reach a higher-level continent, we must pass through the Holy Ruins?"
"That's right."
Emperor Zun nodded slightly and explained, "Because the spiritual energy of the lower-level continents is not enough to support practitioners to break through to higher planes."
After hearing what the Emperor said, Feng Xinglan and the others suddenly felt very insignificant, because they were only on a low-level continent.
but--
This aroused their passion to go out and explore the world.
Climbing up step by step, fighting passionately time and time again, isn't this the will of the Fengyun Eight?!
The Fengyun friends looked at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. They could hardly hold back.
The Emperor glanced at them.
"Don't think of the Holy Ruins as too simple."
"What do you mean?" Yun Zheng turned her head and looked up at him.
Feng Xinglan and others also looked at him.
Emperor Zun said slowly: "Since the Holy Ruins is a transit station from the lower-level continents to the higher-level continents, there are people from other lower-level continents in the Holy Ruins, but they are a little special."
"The special thing is that they are not human."
"The Holy Ruins are now composed of eight major races: humans, elves, orcs, undead, giants, dwarves, sea creatures, and demons."
Mo Jing was shocked when he heard this.
There are so many races in this world?!
Feng Xinglan remained calm, the smile on Yu Qiu's lips deepened slightly, Zhongli Wuyuan frowned slightly, Yan Chen fell into deep thought, and Nangong Qingqing was quite surprised.
Mu Yin and Mo Jing hugged each other excitedly. Mo Jing showed a look of longing and joy. He said excitedly: "I want to see the undead. Are they ghosts?"
Mu Yin said excitedly: "I want to see the scene of giants and dwarves together. That must be very interesting."
"Are the sea people mermaids?"
"Do elves have wings? I once read a book that said they were good at shooting!"
So they started chatting as if no one was around.
Everyone: “…”
The Emperor was quite helpless. He glanced at Yun Zheng secretly, his eyes seeming to be complaining in grievance.
Yun Zheng laughed and squeezed his palm soothingly.
Then, Yun Zheng looked at the two of them with a sweet smile and gently persuaded them, "You two should shut up."
Mo Jing and Mu Yin were suddenly shocked and their hearts trembled several times. They immediately sat up straight, glancing at Yun Zheng from the corner of their eyes from time to time.
Noticing her dangerous smile, they really didn't dare to move at all.
At this time, the Emperor said in a cold voice: "Since your current cultivation is too low, I will let Qingfeng take you to train in Wanshuo Palace for this month. You should strive to break through to the Jiesheng Realm."
Feng Xinglan and the others' faces froze slightly.
"Also, I forgot to tell you one thing. Since your cultivation is very low, after entering the Holy Ruins, you will be repelled by the air currents inside. Then, you will all fall randomly into various corners of the Holy Ruins."
"Some races are particularly hostile to humans, so you need to protect your lives at all times and don't lose your own lives."
Friends of Fengyun: “???”
They were confused.
Yan Chen's brows knitted slightly: "So after we go in, everyone might be separated?"
Emperor Zun nodded. "Well, firstly, the Holy Ruins are already separated from the Yunshuang Continent and are therefore uncontrollable. Secondly, your strength is too low to control yourselves and others to land in the same location."
Hearing this, Yun Zheng looked up at their lost expressions and said:
"You're going to be on your own."
"Wow, I can't bear to leave." Mo Jing wiped away the non-existent tears on his face, his tone was extremely exaggerated.
Zhongli Wuyuan sighed, "To be honest, I'm a little worried about Lan."
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Feng Xinglan.
"That makes sense."
Feng Xinglan nodded, looking at them with sincerity on his handsome and cold face, and asked seriously, "I'm worried about myself too, so don't you plan to help me out?"
Seeing him begging on his own initiative, Mu Yin looked at him with pity.
"Brother Lan, you are so poor. I will transfer two million Lingyu to you."
As he spoke, the high ponytailed boy Mu Yin generously transferred two million spirit jades to Feng Xinglan from his storage space.
"Thank you, Ayin."
Immediately afterwards, Feng Xinglan's gaze shifted to Mo Jing.
Mo Jing reluctantly transferred a sum of spiritual jade to Feng Xinglan. After Feng Xinglan received the spiritual jade, Mo Jing grabbed his hand and said earnestly:
"Lan, listen to me. Buy fewer swords and don't be foolish enough to be ripped off. Also, be careful when you're fighting. Don't destroy other people's houses and valuables. You can't afford to pay for it!"
"You must always remember that you are poor."
“You are the poorest!”
Feng Xinglan: “…” I used to be very rich too.
Everyone in the Fengyun team more or less "helped" Feng Xinglan.
The Emperor also gave him a considerable amount of spiritual jade.
After finishing the chat, Fengyun immediately went to meditate and practice.
After all, they have to break through to the Tribulation Life Realm in just one month.
At this moment, Lord Emperor was holding Yun Zheng's hand, watching the scenery on the moving spirit boat, and they smiled at each other from time to time.
When the Jingwei of Wanshuo Palace saw their emperor smiling so gently, they were so shocked that they couldn't calm down for a long time.
The Emperor stared at her with his deep eyes, "Zheng'er, I want to tell you something. The people I sent to the Holy Ruins have found out some news about your uncle, Di Nian."
"uncle?"
"Well, my uncle is in the Holy Ruins."
Yun Zheng frowned when she heard this and fell into deep thought. She didn't notice that Rong Shuo changed the address so naturally.
She had never met her uncle Di Nian, but his disappearance seemed to be related to her mother.
He said with emotion: "I heard that my uncle has participated in the Tianling Conference for more than ten years in a row, and he has been defeated every time, but he keeps fighting."
Yun Zheng raised an eyebrow, "What is the Tianling Conference?"
"The Tianling Conference allows the eight major races in the Holy Ruins to have the opportunity to ascend to the advanced continent." Rong Shuo said, "It is held every year, and there are only fifty places available each year."
"A month ago, the Holy Ruins just finished holding this year's Tianling Conference."
After hearing this, Yun Zheng had a basic understanding of the Tianling Conference in her mind, but... she didn't expect that her uncle Di Nian would be so persistent, participating in it for more than ten years and failing every time.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
Is he doing this for his mother?
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