Chapter 318
Standing atop the highest peak of the Kunlun Mountains, Do-Jun gazed beyond the horizon.
The Martial World, which he had thought he would never see again, was before him again, exactly as he remembered it. He had assumed it would have succumbed to the Encroachment, erased by the unfortunate phenomenon, yet here it stood, as if to prove him wrong. The world he had confined to memory, the one he could only recall as nostalgia, was now laid out before him.
He remembered the system message that appeared without warning: A fragment of the Encroached dimension has been activated. Based on that, the Martial World had definitely fallen to the Encroachment. Then why were people still alive and well?
Wei Zhongqi had previously mentioned that he and others had fallen into the Tutorial Zone of the Core, and that most of them had died there.
But the people here are alive, Do-Jun observed.
And it wasn’t just the members of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The busy townspeople below, moving through the streets at the base of the mountain, each had their own will and consciousness. They weren’t ghosts. Nor were they just wandering souls.
Then, a powerful impact sounded about two kilometers away. The sharp crack of splitting wood echoed as trees were torn apart. Moments later, the reverberation repeated along the ridgeline in succession.
Do-Jun extended his qi sense and detected two distinct energies. He realized the spot was where he cultivated Spiritwood Grass. While not as powerful as Shaolin’s Great Elixir, consuming Spiritwood Grass could boost internal energy to the level of a Small Elixir. It was a highly valued medicinal herb.
With a swish, Do-Jun’s figure vanished.
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Surah Blood Palm was Guang Le's signature martial arts move. It was a technique so formidable that it had earned him the position of one of the Three Supreme Demons within the Heavenly Demon Sect. Yet, at this moment, he wasn’t using the Surah Blood Palm. As he faced his opponent, Demon Immortal Yao Ping, one of the Sect's leaders, a chilling blue energy gathered in his palm.
A blast of frosty air shot from Guang Le’s hand, tracing an arc through the air as it flew toward Yao Ping. However, Yao Ping easily sidestepped it, maneuvering gracefully to evade. A nearby tree was not as fortunate. It was instantly uprooted and frozen solid with a brittle crack.