Chapter 97: He Will Not Die
The Wilderness tribe had waited for many years. With great difficulty, a genius whose bloodline nearly matched that of the Primitive Demon God was finally born. Unexpectedly, three hundred years later, a group of young Human Clan cultivators entered this place and forcibly snatched away the opportunity that belonged to them. The Master of the Wilderness could not accept this, and Shang felt the same way. After the turmoil at the Boundary Monument ended, they had been preparing a plan. However, on the day they took action, they once again encountered a powerful figure disguised as "Chen Pingping". A battle ensued, but they returned without achieving anything. In the time that followed, they made several attempts, all to no avail. Ultimately, the Master of the Wilderness sustained severe injuries, narrowly escaping death, and Shang came perilously close to being slain by Chen Pingping.
When the news spread, the entire Wasteland was shaken. The Eighteen Royal Clans, the remaining three Emperor Clans, and all the people of the Wilderness were left breathless.
The individual backing the Human Clan’s Demon cultivators was exceedingly powerful, managing to withstand the onslaught of the Ancient Races. Not only that, but this person also severely injured the Master of the Wilderness and almost killed Shang.
「Time flowed on, and the fifth year since their arrival in the Wasteland began.」
Chen Shixian, the Divine Body, advanced to the eighth layer of the Supreme Mystery Realm, now only two minor realms away from King Tao. Shi Yi and Nangong Jue had also improved significantly, establishing themselves at the fifth layer of the Supreme Mystery Realm.
Bai Yunfei, having encountered a Great Opportunity, had already broken through to the King Tao realm.
Meanwhile, there was still no news from Zi Yan of the Saint Tao family...
「Half a year later,」
in a terrifying, uncharted land, Li Pu of the Dayu Dynasty successfully slew a powerful, fierce beast.
「In the blink of an eye, the sixth year arrived.」
In the eleventh month, white snow filled the sky, falling thickly and blanketing the entire Wasteland.
The Human Clan cultivators who had entered the Wasteland for training began their return journey.