Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

"Dongshan, I found it!! Hahaha, another high-level treasure, we made a fortune." The space ripples, and the voice of the Lord of Purple Cloud came from a distance, followed by a series of whooshing sounds of breaking through the air.

I saw that the Lord of Purple Cloud was holding a black banner in his hand. There were some mud spots on the surface of the banner that had not yet fallen off, and there were one or two large transparent holes on the surface of the banner. Obviously, this was another damaged treasure.

"Hahaha, we have earned two high-level treasures in just ten thousand years. This is incredible!" The Purple Cloud Lord had long forgotten his image. His face was filled with joy. He grinned and said, "When I first discovered this treasure land, I worked hard to explore it for a million years alone to get treasures... but I still can't get as much as we have in the past ten thousand years."

In the previous million years, a severely damaged high-level treasure and more than ten ordinary treasures were not as valuable as these two high-level treasures that were slightly damaged.

"Haha, this is all thanks to you, and I am blessed by you." Xu Yang smiled heartily without taking credit for it.

The Purple Cloud Lord smiled and said, "Hehe, we all deserve credit. Now that we have obtained two high-level treasures, let's divide them up first, one for each of us."

"Here you go, pick first."

As he spoke, the Lord of Purple Cloud moved his right hand and threw the black banner over.

Xu Yang grabbed it and probed into it with his divine power, as if he was investigating this treasure. In fact, Xu Yang used a strand of his mind to communicate with Qingshan: "Qingshan, compare this black banner and the long sword from before. Which one do you want to devour?"

What Qingshan wanted to devour the most was actually the domain treasure that Zuoshanke had just given him. However, the domain treasure was very valuable and rare, and Xu Yang was in urgent need of it now, so he naturally would not give it to it.

Qingshan quickly sensed the black banner through Xu Yang's divine power and said, "Master, a long sword is better."

"Okay." Xu Yang nodded in his heart, flipped his hand and returned the black banner to the Lord of Purple Cloud, and said with a smile, "I'll choose the long sword."

The Purple Cloud Lord smiled as he put the black banner into his world ring, and said naturally, "Should we continue hunting or take a break first? I still have information about two evil beasts, but I'm afraid we can only target one of them."

"Why?" Xu Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Because the other one is most likely a beast above level three. At the dividing line between the outermost floating island chains and the inner circle, it would be very dangerous for the two of us to face the four disasters." The Lord of Purple Cloud looked much more serious.

The gap between the masters of the universe at each level is huge!
If a cultivator is normal, without a heaven-defying treasure, the lower one will be bullied by the higher one.

If you are one level short, you can only flee in a panic. If you are two levels short, you may die quickly if you run too slowly. If you are three levels short, you will die if you meet the enemy.

The reason why he and Xu Yang, two second-level universe masters, dared to attack the third-level evil beasts was mainly because these third-level evil beasts only had strength but lacked the corresponding brains. By slowly grinding them down and cooperating with each other, they could eventually be worn down to death.

But it’s different for a fourth-level evil beast.

Use force to break the law, and the force will make bricks fly.

There was a difference of two levels. Even if the beast had a bad brain, if it had a hidden "ultimate move" like the third-level beast with a dragon dog body that they had hunted before, it would probably kill them both instantly.

Xu Yang nodded thoughtfully. Without exposing his secret technique of will, he didn't dare to attack the fourth-level strong man.

"Then let's kill the third-level evil beast you know first. Anyway, it didn't take much effort to kill these two evil beasts, so it won't be too late to rest after killing them."

"Okay, great minds think alike." The Purple Cloud Lord smiled, "Then get on the boat and we'll fly over."

After saying that, Xu Yang and he turned into streams of light and flew into the gray shuttle.

The hatch closed and the shuttle blurred and headed towards its destination.

……

The original universe, the kingdom of Xuyang.

"This hermit..." Xu Yang frowned, "I was thinking of developing slowly and hiding...but how could I attract the hermit's attention?"

Xu Yang was puzzled and looked up outside the membrane of the kingdom of God. There was an endless torrent of space. Higher up, in an invisible and extremely deep place that no one could reach except the original ancestor, was the original will of the primordial universe!
"Could it be you?" Xu Yang murmured to himself, but then he smiled and shook his head.

The original will of the original universe only has ignorant instincts, not even wisdom, so how could it be driven by the original will? The only things that can really be targeted by the original will are things like strange objects and world beasts that can endanger the original universe.

And he, Xu Yang, is still a good baby and a good child born by the original mother universe.

Moreover, if the original universe targeted them, the Ancestral God Cult would probably come to them directly, so how could it be the turn of the hermit?

If the original universe's original will is ruled out, then it can only be explained as the problem of the hermit! It seems that although the realm of this reincarnated God King has fallen, his intuition is still terrifying.

For a moment, Xu Yang was extremely fearful.

He is different from Luo Feng. To some extent, Luo Feng is the child of Zuo Shan Ke. He was bred by the source (the earth) carefully created by Zuo Shan Ke. When Luo Feng met Zuo Shan Ke's requirements, Zuo Shan Ke spared no effort to cultivate him so that he could help him with revenge in the future!

As for Xu Yang, he has nothing in common with the hermit. Even if he is appreciated by the hermit, he cannot inherit his legacy.

"Source Star, Mountain and Sea Realm, Earth... Judging from the fact that the Blood Cloud Palace Master has just been born, it will probably take a long time for the Mountain Cottage to create them... Your appearance just happened to remind me that the change will start from now on, hehe~~"

There was a flash of coldness in Xu Yang's eyes, which was the murderous intent that arose unconsciously when he felt threatened.

I saw an extremely simple thumbnail map in the air in front of him. It was not the oval map of the demon race, but the rectangular map of the human race!

In the center of the upper left part of the map, there is a highlighted area with five bright characters written in the universal language of the universe - "Qianwu Universe Kingdom".

The demon clan also has a detailed map, but Xu Yang doesn't need it. The current hermit has not chosen to secretly build a "cradle" in the Qianwu Universe, so getting a detailed map is of little use.

He only needs to know where the Qianwu Holy Land of the Qianwu Universe is.

It seems that killing the Lord of Qianwu would have a huge impact on a cosmic country, and would also make the human race's surveillance of that area reach its peak... By then, could the Hermit still sneak in and shape the 'Cradle'?

Xu Yang was very curious.

He was very curious about whether the tenth-level secret technique of Yuanzu, the first genius of this universe, was more powerful, or whether the reincarnation of the former God King, Zuoshanke, was better.

If the virtual universe is more magical, then Zuo Shanke would not have been able to create the "Cradle" in the Qianwu Universe. Would Luo Feng still have a chance to be born?
When Xu Yang thought of this, he couldn't help but smile. Very good, he liked his idea.

……

Time is like running water, it keeps going away and never comes back.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten thousand years had passed.

The territory of the Sirius clan is located in a magnificent palace on the subcontinent. Venerable Xuanyi opened all the formations, drove away all the guards, and stayed alone in the training room below the palace.

There was a strong smell of blood in the training room.

There was no river of blood, nor corpses piled up like mountains. There was only Reverend Xuanyi kneeling on the ground, her back mostly obscured by dim shadows. In front of her lowered head was a lit black oil lamp with a bean-sized wick that fluttered and twisted. The bloody smell was coming from the green smoke rising from the sky.

"My lord, the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf has been staying on the top of the sacred mountain of the clan, seemingly meditating on a secret technique." Venerable Xuan Yi spoke in a respectful, low voice.

The cold and charming voice of the Lord of the Dark Lotus floated out from the lamp oil that was swaying slightly under the wick, but it seemed to be too far away and sounded a little distorted: "Any other information? If you only report this every five thousand years, then I am extremely disappointed in you."

The distance was too far, and even the Lord of Minglian could not know what was in Reverend Xuanyi's mind, so when he asked her to come back, he gave her an extremely precious 'mother and child oil lamp'.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment, master, I have something important to report." Hearing that his master was disappointed in him, Venerable Xuanyi's face suddenly became extremely anxious. For a soul slave, the master is everything. The master's praise is the best reward, and the master's disappointment is the harshest punishment.

"The lamp oil is limited." The Lord of Minglian said concisely.

Venerable Xuanyi wiped the non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead and spoke again: "I found that Venerable Kuangzhan of the Thunder Lion Clan was a little strange. His behavior was a little different from before. I suspect that he was also enslaved by the soul of the alien race."

"Mad war? It seems that the human race's reach is very long, no slower than ours." said the Lord of Minglian.

The mechanical race has no souls and cannot use soul enslavement. They usually want to destroy the enemy's genius by enslaving them with souls, and then killing them... I think if the Mad War Venerable, a high-level Venerable, wants to enslave, those vassal races may not be able to do so.

In comparison, the human race, which is also good at soul enslavement, is much more likely. Think about it, the original ancestor was the strongest in the soul, and humans have a virtual universe, and are unrivaled in the universe in monitoring traces.

Wherever there is a receiving device, there are its eyes.

"I understand. After you go down, pay more attention to the traces of the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf and the Overlord of the Devouring Sky. Also, the Original Star will be opened again in less than 50,000 years. Encourage the venerables of the Heavenly Wolf Clan to send me the information in time."

"Yes, master." Venerable Xuanyi knelt down and said.

call.

The bean-sized light flickered and went out silently without any wind. The already dim underground training room was now completely plunged into endless darkness. Only the bloody smell that shrouded the room did not dissipate in a short time.

Rustling!

Reverend Xuanyi carefully put away the letter oil lamp, took a deep breath, and inhaled all the bloody smell into his nostrils. His bright bird pupils suddenly showed a hint of scarlet, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was an illusion.

One of the side effects of this bloody smell is somewhat similar to that of stimulants, which will make the person who absorbs it fall into a state of mental excitement.

After waiting for several hours, until his excited spirit calmed down, Venerable Xuanyi opened the door that had been closed for several months and returned to the magnificent palace.

He then sent a message to a friendly venerable from the Tianlang tribe, inviting them to a banquet together.

……

Just as Venerable Xuan Yi was working tirelessly and wholeheartedly to collect intelligence about the Tianlang Clan for the Lord of Minglian, Xu Yang opened his long-closed eyes at the top of the sacred mountain located in the central main continent of the Tianlang Clan.

There seemed to be countless scarlet chains intertwined in it, and countless teeth-grinding metal friction sounds resounded in the hearts of all living beings. The Heart Refining Realm became more and more perfect, and Xu Yang also learned a lot of "little tricks" through continuous comprehension of "The Hundred Tribulations of Demon Refining". These methods certainly could not be compared with the Heart Refining Armor and Heart Refining Realm provided by "The Hundred Tribulations of Demon Refining" itself, but they could also enrich Xu Yang's methods in battle.

Will interferes with reality, and it is not just talk.

Although Xu Yang couldn't make his words come true and create things out of thin air like the strongest person in the universe, he could condense chains of will and do a series of things such as binding, entanglement, sneak attack, and suppression by using his own will as the raw material.

However, what Xu Yang is most concerned about now is not this, but the system panel in front of him.

He looked carefully at the 'special secret technique' he had just drawn, and the heat in his eyes became even hotter.

Once again, the hundred thousand years of waiting were not in vain.

【Qingtai Mountain】

[Host has been selected, teleportation begins with a simple touch of the mind...]

Xu Yang's eyes flashed, but he did not move over immediately. Instead, he suppressed his excitement for a while before lightly touching the [Qingtai Mountain] option with his mind.

call out!
The world turned around and I returned to Dragon Chariot. It had been thousands of years since we last met.

When Xu Yang regained his clear perception, he came back to the bluestone road at the foot of the mountain. The cool and refreshing touch made him feel even clearer in his mind.

The towering green mountains have neither lush green cypresses nor thick green shade, but they appear exceptionally green, as if the mountain was born to be this color.

Xu Yang revisited his hometown, and walked slowly along the bluestone road toward the Sutra Pavilion on the top of the mountain. Every step followed the rhythm of time, and it seemed as if he could hear the wind of the past whispering in his ears. The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the stone slabs, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to this journey.

However, after turning a corner of the cliff, in a hidden valley that had not been shrouded in clouds and mist and had not been seen through last time, Xu Yang's eyes were suddenly attracted by a large number of palaces that were lined up but had long been dilapidated.

Although the palaces are in ruins, their remaining grand scale and exquisite carvings still give us a glimpse of their past splendor and magnificence. Between the broken walls, withered vines entwine, wild flowers that have turned into black mud grow in clusters, and even nature has sunk, interweaving with the ruins to create a different kind of poignant beauty.

Xu Yang stopped and stared, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

No matter how glorious the past was, no matter how magnificent the kingdom of God on earth was, as long as the top strong men passed away, it would be nothing more than flowers blooming on fire, moons in the mirror, and would vanish into smoke with a slight blow from external forces. (End of this chapter)