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The Primordial Gate:

About a week has passed since Mo Lan arrived here. During this time, he would go to Bai Daoran to chat every day after finishing his cultural classes.

Generally speaking, once you reach level 2 and level 3, the game will start assigning players longer-term quests.

Therefore, Mo Lan's long-term disappearance in the real world only worries Lin Youyou and Li John.

As for Sallythe.

This kid is in the dungeon too.

A girl in military uniform, squatting in a muddy trench eating a large loaf of bread, sneezed: "Strange, who's cursing me?"

Before they could think further, under the leadership of the political commissar, they launched a new offensive, and Sally quickly got up to follow:

"Hurrah!!"

"Glory to our motherland, Hurrah!"

"..."

In the early stages of the game, there is a similar matchmaking mechanism, so much so that Mo Lan has not encountered any foreigners yet.

After all, the number of players at levels 1 to 3 is the largest, and they are constantly being replaced.

Cross-region matchmaking only becomes more frequent around level 4, otherwise it's easy to run out of players.

By level 6, the number of players is even smaller, with the total number worldwide countable on one hand. They are so rare that you see them all the time in dungeons.

After finishing her morning training session, Mo Lan went to the open space in the training ground to find Bai Daoran and continue their sparring.

The area was filled with senior students watching the match; it had become their daily routine, and they felt restless if they didn't watch it for a day.

Since Mo Lan arrived, things have become much more interesting for their Tai Chu Sect, because finally someone can keep that annoying senior brother in check.

Before Mo Lan arrived, Bai Daoran pestered his senior and junior brothers to spar with him every day, which annoyed them to no end, and the worst part was that they couldn't beat him.

The sparring session ended as the sun had already set.

Bai Daoran rubbed his sore shoulders, looked at Mo Lan wiping away sweat as if nothing was wrong, and couldn't help but ask:

"Junior brother, you've been sparring with me for a week now, aren't you tired?"

Who else is as good as Mo Lan, who gets into real combat every day and can act like nothing happened the next day? Even Bai Daoran can't keep up with that.

Hearing this, Mo Lan blinked and said, "Senior brother, if you're tired, let's take a rest tomorrow."

Bai Daoran's brow twitched, feeling his dignity had been challenged, and he immediately said seriously:

"No! No need!"

Mo Lan smiled but didn't say anything.

After dinner, he sat on the stairs at the mountain gate, enjoying the breeze, reviewing his sparring experience from the day, and speculating about the tasks he might encounter next.

Many sects participated in the Ancient Dharma Realm Conference, among which the most famous were Wanfo Temple, Taichu Sect, and Longhu Mountain.

There are also more than a dozen other sects, large and small.

According to Bai Daoran, a swordsmanship master from Baihong Kingdom also participated in this Ancient Law World Conference.

"Could it be someone from the Fujino family?"

Mo Lan guessed in her heart.

The game of fate seemed to like grabbing people who were nearby, which inevitably made him suspicious.

Since I was assigned to the Tai Chu Sect by the system, it's very likely that Fujino Seiran will be assigned to Bai Hong's side.

There are also Wanfo Temple and Longhu Mountain, where players should have been assigned, but it's unclear who they will be.

"What are you thinking about, junior brother?" Bai Daoran, with a blade of grass in his mouth, sat down next to Mo Lan and flicked his sleeves.

Mo Lan: "I'm just thinking about whether I can get a good ranking in the Ancient Dharma Realm Tournament, otherwise I'll be disgracing my sect."

Bai Daoran laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, junior brother, your innate Qi is the most I've ever seen among all those who seek the Dharma."

"You have already mastered the first level of the Supreme Orthodox Dharma, and it would be difficult to find a worthy opponent among the junior group."

"However, I heard that Wanfo Temple has recently produced a highly talented lay genius, but he is definitely not as good as you, junior brother."

"We'll aim for second place and strive for first; no problem."

Just as the two were chatting, a disciple rushed up the mountain gate in a hurry: "Something terrible has happened! Senior brother, something has happened in Wangjia Village at the foot of the mountain!"

"What happened?" Bai Daoran frowned.

The disciple's eyes were red-rimmed as he hurriedly said, "All 123 people in Wangjia Village have perished!"

"Dare to disturb the Grand Duke Jupiter's nose? Notify Master immediately!" Bai Daoran hurriedly stood up.

Soon, the entire sect was summoned.

The disciple who came to deliver the message was the person who was going to the village to relieve the guard. When he arrived, he found that the senior brother who was guarding the village had died.

The villagers were brutally murdered by the killer; the scene was so gruesome that it could hardly be described. Not a single person survived.

After some discussion, Gu Qingli led a team of disciples to Wangjia Village to investigate the situation.

Mo Lan went along too.

There are many villages at the foot of the mountain where the Taichu Sect is located, all of which rely on the protection of the Taichu Sect, and many disciples come from there.

Upon arriving at Wangjia Village, the disciples were immediately struck by the horrific scene inside, which turned them pale.

The village was filled with corpses, neatly arranged, each one looking as if it had been drained of all moisture, wrinkled and mangled, not even sparing the children.

Gu Qingli stepped forward, examining the shriveled corpses, and couldn't help but frown slightly:

"These marks are the mark of a calamity... there's no mistake."

"Calamity?" Mo Lan's six eyes twitched slightly as he saw the faint black aura surrounding the corpses.

"Just as Master predicted, these wicked cultivators will make a comeback once chaos reigns." Bai Daoran's tone also became serious.

Unlike Qi, Huoli is a force that is strongly associated with humankind.

Those who cultivate these powers are called "wicked cultivators" by seekers of the Dharma, implying that they are deviant and entangled in karmic obstacles.

"Uncle-Master, should we give chase?"

A disciple asked a question.

Gu Qingli waved the clouds in her hand, burying the corpses on the spot, and then looked in the direction of the remaining calamity.

"Leave two to go back and inform the sect leader, the rest of you follow me, they haven't gone far."

They made their move at sunset, and it's only been a short time since night fell; they certainly couldn't have gone far.

Following the direction of the remaining evil force, the group quickly arrived at an abandoned village in a ravine.

"Huangjia Village? This is the territory of the Three Ghosts of the Huang Family?"

Bai Daoran looked at the stone at the entrance of the village.

In the abandoned village, the bodies of bandits were scattered here and there.

"Interesting, are they going to kill each other?"

Mo Lan thought that most likely those evil cultivators thought these bandits were useless, so they killed them to use for cultivation.

"The people from the Primordial Beginning Sect arrived quite quickly."

Two figures suddenly emerged from the roof; they were the second and third brothers of the Huang family's three ghosts.

In appearance, they are no different from humans.

But in the eyes of those seeking the Dharma, they exude an ominous aura, a power formed by the continuous accumulation of countless malevolent forces.

"It seems you've caused quite a few people harm with this level of scourge."

Gu Qingli's tone was icy.

Huang Erlang grinned: "There's nothing I can do, Immortal Master Gu. That's how it is in chaotic times. Even if they don't die by my hand, they'll die by those warlords and bandits."

"Compared to the two, it would be better to let the three of us brothers pursue our own paths."

"Heh, a bunch of demons, do you even deserve to speak?" Bai Daoran sneered, his hands churning up clouds of mist, his tone quite disdainful.

Mo Lan, through Liu Yan's rough analysis, determined that both of these guys had a danger level of around 3.6.

In the ancient world of Tianhe, since all kinds of inheritances were brought out by the ancestors from the game of fate, the seekers of the Dharma have continued in accordance with the customs of the ancestors.

Bai Daoran, with a danger level of 3.8, is a level three seeker of the law.

As for Gu Qingli, she is also a level three seeker of the law, but she is of a higher generation and is actually only in her early twenties in terms of age.

After the First Civilization War, the death of too many seekers of the Dharma led to a decline in the overall strength of the ancient magic world.

Inside the Primordial Beginning Sect, Qin Baichuan and Mo Lan had also used their Six Eyes to examine the area, and the minimum level was guaranteed to be Level 4.

Lin Jianwei was the only exception; Mo Lan couldn't see the bottom of his cultivation level at all, but it was at least level five.

Nowadays, all sects in the ancient magic world have a similar structure.

The upper echelons are led by one or two top-tier experts, who usually participated in the chaos of the calamity in their youth and are true masters who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The middle and lower levels are already facing a talent shortage, which is why Mo Lan is highly valued by the Tai Chu Sect.