Chapter 431: The Owner of the Sword of Chaos (1/2)
The ten lords, and most of their followers, were firmly trapped in Lu Yun’s layout of Ghost Hits Wall. The silverback gorilla remained in the layout to confuse them, while Lu Yun and the little nun quietly made their escape.
Naturally, Lu Yun didn’t seek Qing Han out.
The immortal light in the distance remained bright. With his Spectral Eye, Lu Yun could see Qing Han quietly reading a book, accompanied by the Silvermoon Wolfking. Sensing Lu Yun’s gaze, the disguised girl looked up and blinked.
A wry smile played across Lu Yun’s lips.
“Now what?” asked the little nun. She’d copied some of the ten lords’ combat arts into her nascent spirit while she’d watched them fight the silverback gorilla through the water screen, which greatly boosted her strength.
“We go raid some burial mounds, of course.” Lu Yun smiled at the mountainous mounds in the area.
Qing Han was right; what he needed was a solid foundation. He had to keep accumulating resources in order to achieve his goals. Although he’d raided the North Sea Palace and stolen House Donglin’s ancestral land, and was thus awash in great fortune and countless crystals, he still lacked resources.
His Envoys of Samsara were powerful, and he had a few dao immortals—even arcane dao immortals—serving him. However, that was nothing compared to what the major factions had accumulated over the past dozens of thousands of years.
It wasn’t just about wealth or bloodlines. Those factions had built up a system of heritage of their own. Even if they were destroyed one day, as long as their heritage remained, they stood a chance of recovering.
The Lu and Chen Clans were good examples.
They’d suffered serious blows and had nearly been wiped out, but they still possessed their heritage. They would be able to rebuild themselves, if provided a good environment. They had settled down in Dusk Province, but didn’t serve Lu Yun. It was a temporary arrangement prompted by their relationship with Lu Yun and Qing Han.
Once they recovered, they would certainly leave the province. The restriction against immortals made it so that Dusk would never be a good headquarters for the clans to develop.
Lu Yun needed his own people. While the Skandha Range and Star Demon Sect hailed Lu Yun as their master, they weren’t truly his to command. Their members didn’t respect Lu Yun, but merely followed the orders given by senior members of the factions.
In the Sovereign World, or the central world of the world of immortals, the burial mounds housing ancient legacies were the perfect chance for him to build a foundation for himself. Each of the legacies would give him heritage and cultivation systems of his own, and wealth and resources were most essential if he was to build his own forces.
Over the next seven days, Lu Yun and the little nun wandered around the shrinking dark world, raiding burial mounds and unearthing their legacies.
The burial mounds were deadly dangerous, with countless monsters lurking within. Some of them had already been broken open, but the legacy remained since the cultivators couldn’t find the entrance.
They were no challenge for Lu Yun, however.
In a week, Lu Yun had managed to acquire hundreds of ancient legacies. Most of them were left by genius origin dao immortals from the Primordial Era!
Green-eyed monsters firmly set in in all the immortals watching from Destiny City. He’d acquired more legacies than the ten lords combined! Meanwhile, the ten lords were still being led on a merry chase by the silverback gorilla, unable to escape the layout. Worse, they didn’t even know their surroundings were fake.
“Why isn’t he Lu Yun?!” An immortal seethed at Lu Yun’s spoils. “If he were Lu Yun, he wouldn’t be getting out of Destiny City alive!”
“If he were Lu Yun, both you and I would be running away!” snorted another immortal. “He’s slaughtered even origin dao immortals! If any of those old freaks dared make a move against him, nothing would stop him from turning Destiny City into a smoking crater. We can all die together then!”