C77 (1/2)

Hu hu!

Inside the cave, the astral winds were biting cold, the wind blades were like rain, Ye Ling struggled with every step, enduring the pain of being eroded by the wind, his clothes were stained with blood, his entire body was covered with wounds.

Ye Ling felt his physique sublimate as he rejoiced in his heart. From being covered in wounds to being faintly painful, Ye Ling was sure that even if the astral winds were any colder, they would not be able to harm him even if they persisted for a little longer.

Passing through the astral wind barrier, Ye Ling suddenly felt as if he had been reborn.

”The Desolate Body is truly extraordinary. The ancestor of the Baiyun Sect must be a supreme expert who had achieved great things through hard work. I just wonder if he is still alive in this world.”

After experiencing the benefits of the Great Desolation Meridian and the Desolate Body, Ye Ling was overjoyed. He was very curious to see how powerful the creator of the Great Desolation Meridian, ”Emperor Huang”, was to be able to create such a heaven defying absolute art.

”Emperor Huang was born in the Primordial Era, and at that time, the Baiyun Sect was originally called the” Honghuang Sect ”. It once shook the world, unifying the entire wastelands, and could be considered to be a tyrant during the Primordial Era.

Hearing Ye Ling's curiosity, the Xue Wuya instead explained in detail. As long as he knew, it told Ye Ling without reservation.

Ye Ling was astonished. He had such a glorious history of the Baiyun Sect, but he had never heard others talk about it. It was just that he knew that the Baiyun Sect was very powerful in the Primordial Era.

After hearing the Xue Wuya say this, he couldn't help but to admire the Baiyun Sect's Ancestor ”Emperor Huang”.

”Yes.”

”It seems that if I want to know whether Emperor Huang is alive or dead, I can only take it from Huang. However, ever since I erased some of Huang's memories, this fellow seems to have become a fool who knows nothing at all.”

Ye Ling frowned. Emperor Huang was indeed very strong, but Ye Ling felt that the Spirit of the Anti-Desolation Tablet was actually the true key to the answer. With his current cultivation, he was still not strong enough to truly control the Anti-Desolation Tablet, so he was unable to control and understand the Desolate Land.

Recollecting his attention, Ye Ling saw that his clothes were severely damaged, and his expression became ugly. Raising his head to look ahead, he saw that at the end of the dark tunnel, there was actually a ray of light.

Ye Ling did not hesitate and rushed forward. Without the obstruction of the astral wind, he moved like he was flying, his speed was obviously much faster than before.

Approaching the light, Ye Ling suddenly felt a piercing pain in his eyes. Right after, his vision went black, and he felt dizzy and lost consciousness for a moment. However, his body disappeared into thin air.

”Quick!” That kid is right in front of us! ”

”That's not right!” Just a moment ago, there was clearly a silhouette, but why did it suddenly disappear? ”

After Ye Ling had disappeared for a long time, the sound of crackling footsteps came from the cave behind them. Following which, groups of three to five disciples from the two sects surged in.

When everyone had reached, they did not see Ye Ling at all, but at the moment, there was a pool of water that was as bright as a mirror, and there was no entrance.

”Could the entrance to the ruins be underwater?”

”Ye Ling will definitely go into the pond lower, we can't let him get there first!”

Everyone frowned, Ye Ling took the chance to flee and disappeared into the cave. Everyone worked together to break through the wind barrier, and then smoothly entered the cave.

The leaders of the Black Wind Sect and Baiyun Sect all had solemn expressions. They looked at the pond water in front of them, and then jumped into the pond one by one, and went into the pond.

This place was the ancient ruins of the Wyrm Mountain, the place where the people of the world needed the ruins of the Zi Xiao Emperor. After being ravaged by the passage of time, this place had long since lost its vitality.

They had once flourished, and the Zi Xiao Emperor of the first nation of Northern Desolate Continent had long since been buried, turning into the dust of history.

Whoosh!

The cold wind whistled, and a lonely smoke rose from all directions. This world of darkness and nothingness seemed especially desolate and ancient.

Ye Ling who had disappeared into the cave was now lying on top of a sand dune, the yellow sand covering half of his body, his entire body covered with dirt.

After a long while, the rustling sounds suddenly stopped. Ye Ling, who was accidentally brought into this world, had finally awakened.

”Bah!”

Ye Ling was clear-headed. Suddenly, he felt sand in his mouth and immediately spat it out. When he saw his surroundings clearly, his expression immediately turned ugly.

”What kind of crappy place is this?”

”Black lacquer, there is even sand blowing in the wind. Could this be the desert?”

Ye Ling frowned, he stared at his surroundings for a long time, until he did not sense any signs of humans, and unexpectedly had a disordered feeling, ”I remember that I am inside the cave, why would I wake up here?”

”This is the ancient monument left behind by the ancient times. This is the ruin everyone was talking about, the place where the Zi Xiao Emperor's treasures are located.” When the Xue Wuya appeared, it scanned the surroundings with a cold expression. It felt that the ancient aura still remained in this place, so he was sure that this was the location of the ruins.

”Ruins!” Ye Ling was startled, the Xue Wuya said he would not question it, but he was curious, why did this place turn out like this, and become so desolate?