As the number of remaining practitioners began to dwindle—about one-eighth of the original number—Eadric Rong made a decision.Carefully, he jumped into the center of the palace area that had only half emerged from the ground. His movements were not too fast, ensuring that he did not attract excessive attention."Must be careful... measure every step before acting," he thought deeply, as he floated above the sand dune, soon to step on the palace floor.However, his bad feeling was soon proven right.When his right foot stepped onto the gloomy stone floor of the palace, he felt a strong current pulling him downwards without warning. His body was dragged, sliding at an unexpected speed, as the palace floor opened wide like a tiger's mouth.As he floated with a lash of wind against his cheek, Eadric Rong thought vigilantly. "Just as I thought," Eadric Rong thought again.However, he did not panic about this unexpected event.As a Half-Kaishi-level practitioner, Eadric Rong relies on his

After defeating the group of Practitioners from Taiyang, Eadric Rong disappeared as quickly as the night wind blowing without a trace.Using his Qinggong, a skill known to be the highest technique on the Continent, his existence simply vanished, unseen by both Reverend Yunho and Prince Han Seolmin.One second he was still there, and the next, like a shadow swept away by light, he was gone.Eadric Rong now stepped into a vast space that looked like an old abandoned garden.The atmosphere in the place was gloomy, filled with dry grass that grew wildly waist-high, as if a silent witness to the time that passed without care. The wind rustled softly, making the weeds sway, creating a subtle rustling sound that vibrated the air.Eadric Rong glanced at the tall grass with sharp eyes, recognizing them from the old memories stored in his mind."Heavenly weeds...?" he thought in surprise, recalling the instructions he had read in the Spiritual Refining Book."At the top of each of these dried w

Just as feared, the Silver Crowned Snake wagged its tail with terrifying force, creating a strong gust of wind.Its wings began to flap, carrying its giant body up into the air. Although the wings looked small, the force of the wind they generated was strong enough to threaten the lives of anyone nearby.Lin Daiyu, who was originally preparing to fight, now stood transfixed.Her eyes watched in horror at the huge creature, which was now rapidly approaching. The bloodshot eyes of the Silver Crowned Snake stared straight at her, as if there was only one goal: to kill.The air around her felt colder and colder, as the roar of death drew closer.On the other hand, Eadric Rong instantly planted his feet on the floor with full force, utilizing the momentum to activate the Qinggong technique.His body floated quickly, his right hand holding the broken umbrella artifact moved quickly towards the Silver Crowned Snake.Just then the monster was on the rampage, opening its jaws wide in preparati

The four figures looked majestic, with tall bodies, piercing blue eyes, and yellowish-colored hair. They wore loose and wide clothes, sitting in the lotus position with a calm aura enveloping them. They were martial arts experts from the West—the Podura Continent.One of them was the man who on the opening night of the Desert Palace Portal gave instructions to the audience.Suddenly, one of the figures sitting on the vantage point opened his eyes, his voice shaking the air around him."To all cultivators present, be aware! There are only four slots for Fenghuang's Tears. And all four slots are already occupied by all of us. No one will be able to obtain Fenghuang's Tears, unless they snatch this spot from us through a duel!"The man's name was Norzin.His martial arts skill was at the half-step level of Kaishi, an extremely high level that was rare on the Longhai Continent. His cultivation made everyone around him feel depressed.No one dared to challenge him, given his already extrem

"Will anyone still fight us?" Lord Norzin's voice sounded cold, echoing within the vast space of the desert palace. His words had shaken the hearts of every listener.He stood tall, his posture reflecting the confidence of an invincible expert, while Mr. Mahlion had settled back into the lotus position, his breathing calm as the gentle breeze blowing under the Sacred Bodhi Tree.Cultivators, humans who have long been famous for their ambition and determination, couldn't resist the urge to try their luck.The defeat of Zhang Long Yin, the leader of the Wudang Sect whose name had long flown in the four directions, ignited the passion among them.Great figures from the various renowned sects of the five empires advanced one after another, like waves relentlessly crashing against the reef. Everyone hoped that at least one of them could record a victory and carve their name in history on the Longhai Continent.However, those hopes were dashed quickly. None of them managed to achieve victor