Before entering the swaying spatial passage, Xiao Boqi asked Xiao Da'er a question.
Is he still alive?
Da Er clearly knew that Bo Qi was asking about Xie Lao Xie, but his answer was...
"I'm not sure. I haven't been able to sense his presence for a long time."
"But I believe that with the old master's abilities, he should not be dead... Even if he has perished, he will exist in other ways."
This isn't entirely useless, but it's practically nonsense.
But Yi Boqi could tell that he was telling the truth this time.
Because he said exactly the same thing as the Zhang family patriarch, they both firmly believed that the old man wouldn't die so easily.
In fact, that's what Xiao Boqi thought too.
Putting aside the hodgepodge of the Heavenly Book, the fact that they were able to acquire so many Emperor-level cultivation techniques is something that ordinary people cannot do.
So that old geezer is very likely hiding in some stinking ditch, and then he'll appear in the most unexpected way.
A deafening explosion resounded over a desolate mountain.
With hatred in his eyes, Yi Boqi turned back to look at the disappearing spatial passage.
This is not a spatial passage at all; to be precise, it is a prototype.
The space inside was extremely unstable, and the spatial turbulence within was so terrifying that it made Xiao Boqi's scalp tingle.
If it weren't for mobilizing the power of the stars to protect himself and having the half-finished Star Undying Body, he would very likely have died in this damned embryonic form.
Even so, he was bleeding profusely, with many wounds exposing bone.
What made him grit his teeth even more was that just as he was being attacked by the spatial turbulence, a line of text appeared on the Book of Stealing Heaven.
Turbulent currents forge the body, the stars never fade.
This is what Ye Boqi hates most: why the hell didn't you say beforehand that the power of spatial turbulence could polish the Star Immortal Body?
This way I can be mentally prepared. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would probably have been swept away by the spatial turbulence and taken somewhere unknown.
Without a doubt, this was definitely something that cheap old ancestor did on purpose.
I know there's danger, but I won't tell you. Once you survive, you'll understand the correct way to train your body.
If you didn't survive, you can only blame your bad luck.
And that damn sophomore probably knew too, but he didn't say anything.
Watching his wounds heal quickly, Yi Boqi secretly made a vow in his heart.
Even if you old geezer don't die, I'll still personally hold your funeral.
Let me show you what filial piety truly means.
After the last wound on his body healed, Ye Boqi clearly felt that his physical condition had improved.
Even if I stand still, someone with peak Life Wheel cultivation cannot harm me in the slightest.
However, as his physique became stronger, he also clearly felt the drawbacks of an incomplete immortal body.
Sluggish and heavy.
They simply cannot exert their full potential.
After waving goodbye and changing his clothes, Yi Boqi looked around at where he was.
The snow-capped mountains were cold and covered in a vast expanse of white.
Even the sun in the sky seemed listless against this monotonous scenery.
As far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of human habitation.
Looking up, seven enormous stars slowly rotated.
The Seven Stars of Xuanwu.
But beyond these seven enormous stars, there were countless array barriers.
Within that barrier, the aura of a large number of Heavenly Dao Laws mixed together, forming an extremely terrifying net.
Looking at the large net, a slight smile appeared on Xiao Boqi's lips.
"To set up an array based on the power of the laws of Heaven, what a grand scheme!"
He then withdrew his gaze, and with a light step, sped away into the distance.
The Xuanwu Divine Land is very large, larger than the other three divine lands.
But it is also the most desolate.
The power structure of Xuanwu Divine Land is also the most traditional, because there are no sects or kingdoms here.
It was a tribe.
The diverse tribes with different beliefs form the unique and peculiar landscape of Xuanwu Divine Land.
But the Xuanwu Temple remains the ruler of this entire divine land.
Instead of rushing to Shenwu City to find Xu Youlin, Boqi decided to explore Xuanwu Divine Land first.
Because the moment he arrived at the Xuanwu Divine Land, in addition to the power of the stars, he also sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar aura.
This puzzled him greatly.
The familiarity stemmed from the faint scent; I knew I must have encountered it somewhere before.
Moreover, we had close contact with each other.
But that sense of unfamiliarity is also real, just like hearing the name of a childhood friend years later.
I have a vague impression of it, but I can't recall much.
It was after sensing this aura that Xiao Boqi decided to take a look first.
Xu Youlin is now a nominal elder of the Xuanwu Temple, and with Xiao Yu and Xiao Tian by his side, his safety is not a problem.
But that familiar scent was too faint and too diffuse.
The source of this aura is impossible to determine.
Before me stood a city built amidst a vast expanse of snow. The city was large, but its walls were quite low.
Outside the city, large areas of houses were built in a highly irregular manner.
But once outside the city, Xiao Boqi's brows furrowed tightly.
It was too quiet, and the smell of blood was too strong.
As he approached, the scene, which resembled hell on earth, came into view.
A massive military formation, tens of feet tall, came into view of Ye Boqi.
In Daqi, Wujun is also known as Jingguan.
Only when facing the most heinous enemies would their heads be cut off and used to build a mound of skulls, both to vent anger and to demonstrate one's achievements.
But the people standing before us, their heads chopped off and used to build the Jingguan (a mound of skulls), were not soldiers.
They were ordinary people.
Their decapitated bodies were thrown into a deep pit not far away.
The Xuanwu Divine Soil was so cold that the fear and despair before death were clearly preserved on the heads of people.
Especially the sight of his eyes bulging out of their sockets, the scarlet blood flowing from his frozen eyeballs, is forever etched in our memories.
Massacre of the city.
The city was massacred; no one, from the elderly to infants, escaped.
As they marched into the city, they encountered the corpses of women who had been stripped naked and humiliated to death, and the bodies of those who had been beheaded while kneeling and begging for mercy.
The desperate resistance against the cleaved corpses was vividly captured in the cold weather.
They wanted to show the world their misery and hope that someone would uphold justice for them.
Jingguan (a type of mound of deadly objects) reappeared within the city, and their numbers were increasing.
It was a massacre of a city, but it was also a form of amusement.
The city was not wealthy, as could be seen from the low houses and the lack of any luxurious decorations.
This city was not strong either, because not a single enemy corpse was left behind.
A city that couldn't even protect itself, and whose only members were a small number of low-level cultivators, was annihilated.
They were even beheaded and made into a mound of skulls; there was only one purpose for that.
Establish authority.
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