The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 268 Title Ring
In the southeastern region of the Eastern Sacred Continent, amidst the endless towering mountains, tigers roar and dragons howl, lurking endless dangers. Even an inconspicuous little insect may contain deadly poison.

"Boom—" On a cliff deep in the mountains, space twisted violently, and then, two figures, one old and one young, appeared out of thin air.

The young man's face was slightly pale. He landed on the cliff to rest for a while. In contrast, the old man was calm and composed. He stroked his beard and laughed, "Haha, you're obviously experiencing spatial teleportation for the first time. The instability of this teleportation far exceeded expectations. Even I was momentarily disoriented. It's rare that you were able to remain clear-headed."

"Elder Tong, you flatter me. I owe you a year of my life. Compared to that year, what is this little bit of dizziness and turbulence?" Feng Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, forcibly suppressing his nausea.

The previous experience was more than just bumpy; it was dizzying and disorienting.

"It is commendable that you can think this way," Elder Tong smiled even more upon hearing this, without revealing anything. He then closed his eyes and released his divine sense to carefully survey the surrounding scenery and compare it with his memories.

While waiting patiently, Feng Ling also slowly spread out his divine sense to conduct a comprehensive analysis of his surroundings. Only after confirming multiple times that there were no potential dangers nearby did he calm down.

"Found it! The aura is very faint, but it's definitely the Resurrection Grass! Therefore, Ghost City should be in the northwest, about twenty miles from here." After a short while, Elder Tong opened his eyes and smiled, "Repairing the formation earlier took a lot of effort, and I'm a bit tired. The rest of the journey is up to you!"

After speaking, Elder Tong used his divine sense to imprint all the information about Ghost City, and then transformed into a green light and disappeared into Feng Ling's brow.

"Is it just my imagination?" A thousand years have passed, and the Resurrection Grass must have reached maturity. Thinking of this, Feng Ling couldn't help but feel excited, as if it had been prepared for him a thousand years ago.

"Ghost City, I, Feng Ling, have arrived! Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass, wait for me!"

Feng Ling, full of heroic spirit, charged recklessly through the airspace of several small sects, disturbing many high-ranking members of various forces.

Among the higher-ups of these minor sects, there were quite a few who harbored resentment towards Feng Ling. However, after releasing their divine senses to investigate, they not only backed down but also lined the streets to see him off.

"It was all a misunderstanding. This is just a small gift, nothing more. Please take care, senior!" Under the cold gaze of the man in black, the leader of the Yu Kui Sect broke out in a cold sweat. He only breathed a sigh of relief after the other party accepted the gift he had reluctantly given up and left. He then discovered that the back of his clothes was already soaked through and clung to his skin.

"Father, my face is burning and swollen! It was that man in black who hit me. How can you let him go so easily?"

Upon hearing this, the hearts of the Yu Kui Sect members, which had just settled, immediately leaped into their throats again. Only after realizing that the man in black had flown away without looking back did they finally relax. "Get lost! I told you to keep a low profile all the time, but you wouldn't listen. You deserve to be taught a lesson this time. How many lives do you have to live to dare intercept a legendary expert and extort a toll?"

The leader of the Yu Kui Sect cursed under his breath. He was furious that his only son was so useless. It was one thing to have no talent for cultivation, but at least he could inherit the family business by taking over a mountain stronghold and becoming a bandit. But who would have thought that he didn't even have the sense to be a bandit...

"A Ghost Stone and a Spirit Recovery Pill—this Yu Kui Sect Master does have some guts!"

While flying through the air, Feng Ling unwrapped the gift, pondered for a few moments, and then put it into a dark gold ring worn on the middle finger of his right hand.

This ring, called the "Sealing Ring" or "Title Ring," has the function of storing items, including some living things, but this is only its most basic purpose.

Furthermore, the sealing ring is not only a universal pass for legendary-level and above powerhouses to travel across the continent, but also the primary symbol of profound cultivation and noble status.

Obtaining a title ring would save a lot of trouble and grant priority access to the teleportation arrays of various sects. This was one of the reasons why Feng Tianjue insisted that Feng Ling undergo title certification at the Title Guild before traveling the continent.

Feng Ling's sealing ring was personally bestowed by Xiaoyaozi. As for the title, since he had not yet decided on it, the title information inside the sealing ring was still blank.

"The City of Ten Thousand Miles of Fierce Ghosts is a place where most of the buildings face west and have large windows on the west side. There are towering towers and green vines entwining the houses, and the air is faintly mixed with the scent of the soil of the Tai Sui."

This strange situation gives me a vague, inexplicable feeling!

The journey was smooth and unobstructed. Before long, Feng Ling arrived at the edge of Ghost City, but he frowned and stopped at the edge of Ghost City.

Life isn't about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because you persevere.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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