In the outskirts of the Turbulent Lands.
At the boundary between the yellow sands and the wilderness, space suddenly warped, startling the creatures nearby that were foraging for food.
With a crackling sound, a figure appeared out of thin air.
However, before the denizens of the desert could discern the features of the newcomer, in the next moment, he transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the southwest.
The Turbulent Lands were not far from the border between the Divine Realm and the Fairy Realm. For a strong cultivator at the national-level, it would take at most five or six days to reach there at full speed.
Even accounting for the time spent detouring around the royal cities of certain major powers, it wouldn't take more than a week.
In the wilderness of the Divine Realm, as long as you have the strength and do not deliberately provoke the lairs of certain powerful beings, crossing the territories of national-level strong cultivators won't bring you too much trouble.
After all, the strong beings who can claim territory in the wilderness are not fools.
No living being would arbitrarily stop an obviously hurried strong cultivator, accusing them of offending its dignity and insisting on a dispute.
Therefore, Su Huai only spent six days crossing the vast wilderness and arrived at the area where he first entered the Divine Realm.
Caw! Caw!
This area was extremely desolate. The demons that once lurked here had all sensed the aura of the three national-level strong cultivators of the Medicine King Dynasty a few days ago and had fled early.
Only a bird, whose nest had been occupied, was still circling above, accusing the shameless bandits.
This bird only had the strength of the sixth order, with colorful wings on its back, its cry hoarse, like that of a dark night crow, with countless eyeballs hanging under its wings, extremely eerie.
"It's that Eye-Carrying Corpse Crow."
"Driven out by the people of the Medicine King Dynasty..."
Su Huai gripped his spear tightly, looked up, and shouted at the corpse crow:
"Take me to your nest."
The corpse crow circled in the sky twice, recognizing the young man who had come out of the ancestral temple half a year ago.
In just half a year, the sense of oppression this young man brought to it had increased more than tenfold.
It cried out and flew in a certain direction.
At the human ancestral temple.
Mu Jiangcheng was holding a magical treasure bead, looking up at the murals on the low temple walls in the temple.
The ancestral temple, if it really needs to be discussed, should be considered one of the ancestral halls of most of the human race in the Divine Realm.
In the past, when the eight major clans were still united with the vision of revitalizing the human race and re-entered the land of the Divine Realm, they ordered the best craftsmen of the human race to build this temple.
This place used to be carved with beams and painted with gold, with eight walls, each inscribed with the glorious history of the eight major human clans, preserving the original intention of the human race.
It used to be full of incense and people, with pilgrims coming and going endlessly, and even all the major events of the human race were held near the ancestral temple, discussing important matters together.
At that time, although the human race could not squeeze into the peak of the Divine Realm, everyone was full of hope and united.
They all had a bright future.
But...
Later, the eight directions were turbulent, and the Battle of All Races appeared with a shocking opportunity. After consultation, all major clans sent people to settle in and fight desperately in the Battle of All Races.
It was a prosperous era.
Almost all the creatures of the Divine Realm, thousands of masters of the realm, were involved in that battle.
Almost every hour, there was a battle between the masters of the realm, and almost every day, there were super-strong people bleeding in the sky and falling in the dark.
In that era, almost every creature was a god who kept killing in the chaotic world, and every creature was a legend of the Divine Realm.
The first female emperor of the Medicine King Dynasty decided to take a desperate gamble at that time.
She tried to break through to the realm of the domain god with that opportunity, allowing the human race to return to the ranks of the first-class races in the Divine Realm.
Unfortunately... In the world, nine out of ten things are not satisfactory, and those who are favored by great fortune are one in a hundred.
The female emperor failed.
Not only the female emperor, but all the clans of the human race, failed.
The human race suffered heavy losses, and the number of top strong people was almost halved, and the hope of revival not only did not increase but decreased.
Depression and decadence shrouded the entire group.
The common vision seems to be unattainable, and the leaders of the clans began to quarrel, to shirk, and to blame each other.
I don't know which moment it was, and I don't know exactly what it was for, but finally, a strong man said that sentence in anger and despair:
"Let's separate."
"Let's do our own thing, and in the future, it depends on everyone's ability. Whoever is the first to come out of the domain god, who is the real royal family of my human race, and commands the world."
Some people spoke up to scold, and some people happily agreed.
In short, the people's hearts were scattered at that time.
Even if it was not officially divided at that time
But the seeds of division have already been sown, quietly taking root in everyone's hearts,
Everyone feels that others are dragging themselves down.
The heart is not united, which brings a loss after loss, a disappointment after disappointment...
Disappointment slowly accumulates into despair, and the division within the group is getting bigger and bigger, until it reaches a critical point, and finally splits, each for themselves.
The eight major clans each occupied a side and established their own regime.
The other major clans are still relatively strong, but they can no longer be called a powerful "group".
Only the Mu family...
The female emperor and a group of strong people all fell, only one ancestor, relying on strong strength, and the particularity of his own power, escaped from the Battle of All Races.
However, that ancestor, like the lord of the Chaos City, was contaminated with some unknown filth, and his body was gradually declining, and his vitality and soul were also withering.
The situation of the Chaos City Lord is still good, there is a chance to find a master of the life law of the realm, or if the domain god can help, there is still a cure.
The ancestor of the Mu family is already beyond medical treatment.
It can only be barely extended at a great cost.
Fortunately, at that time, although the human race was divided, the past feelings were still there, and the other major clans did not annex the Mu family, but helped them establish the Medicine King Dynasty.
...
Mu Jiangcheng's fingertips slid over the mural belonging to the Mu family, maintaining a long silence.
The two national-level strong men he invited were also silent.
Although a long time has passed, all the major dynasties have established their own ancestral halls, and no one will come to worship this first ancestral temple anymore...
But as descendants of the human race, in the ancestral hall, they still subconsciously have a trace of sincere awe.
Gah—
The harsh crowing of the crow sounded outside the temple.
It pulled the thoughts of the three people back to reality.
Mu Jiangcheng sensed Su Huai's breath and immediately took the hired thugs out of the ancestral temple.
"Stop the visitor!"
"The front is an important place of the Medicine King Dynasty, and those who enter without permission will die!"
No one answered, and no one left.
Su Huai stood under the huge willow tree that was half dead and half alive, looked up, and looked at the three people expressionlessly, and the murderous intent on his body rose bit by bit, as if it were substantial.
He robbed the Medicine King Pavilion and later killed the law enforcement chief Mu Shi'an. The portrait of Su Huai, the shameless bandit, has long been turned over by the people of the Medicine King Dynasty.
Now that I see the true face of the murderer, even if our side has an advantage in the number of people, Mu Jiangcheng still feels a thump in his heart and subconsciously steps back a few steps.
No matter how much the Medicine King Dynasty has declined, there is still some heritage, and there is some shallow understanding of the mysterious Origin Association.
The most recent collective activity of the Origin Association was still 30,000 years ago.
The third and fourth of the Origin Association joined hands and destroyed a powerful sect with three masters of the realm...
The people of the Origin Association are at least invincible at the same level.
Don't look at Su Huai in front of you, who only has the cultivation of the early stage of the national level. If the other party is determined to kill a late-stage national-level person... it may not be too difficult.
But, there is a saying that the ignorant are fearless.
Mu Jiangcheng is afraid of Su Huai
The two thugs he invited are not afraid.
These two thugs are former frontier generals of the Medicine King Dynasty, with the strength to guard a city, how can they be scared by Su Huai, who is only in the early stage of the national level?
Without
too much nonsense, seeing that Su Huai did not listen to the warning and obediently retreat, but instead kept walking towards the main entrance of the ancestral temple, a national-level strong man with a heavy sword on his back took the lead.
Su Huai glanced at him, and his right hand was lightly raised.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Hei Ye."
"Hiss -"
The black snake on the index finger slowly raised its head, looked at Su Huai, then turned its head and stared at the national-level strong man with a heavy sword in his hand.
Hum!!!
The bodies of all the people present suddenly froze together.
Mu Jiangcheng and another national-level strong man suddenly found that the temple behind them, the willow tree in front of them, and even the entire wilderness, the earth, and the water flow... all instantly receded.
They seemed to be pulled into another space.
Here is full of violent breath, the blood of sin flows in front of the eyes, the sound of killing whispers in the ears, everything is broken, all is constantly tearing, dissolving, and then turning into dust...
That national-level strong man with a heavy sword on his back exploded in front of them like that, as if torn into countless fragments by an invisible force
Flesh, and even the soul, died together in silence.
That heavy sword also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and it fell to the ground with a clang, and the blade was cracked with countless gaps.
Seeing this scene, Mu Jiangcheng's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt cold all over.
"Domain..."
"The realm of the master..."
Until the feeling of being on the verge of death receded like a tide, Mu Jiangcheng felt cold sweat all over, sat on the ground, his lips trembling, and said nothing.
Offending a national-level strong man with the identity of the Origin Association has already made them uneasy.
Let alone now this national-level strong man also has a master of the realm of the master...
Mu Jiangcheng knows.
The Medicine King Dynasty...
It is probably really going to become a "doomed dynasty"...
In the past, there were only internal troubles, and now there are external worries. Unless the emperor's plan can really succeed and let the ancestors recover some of the injuries, otherwise the Medicine King Dynasty will never have a chance to revive.
But can the plan succeed?
Mu Jiangcheng watched Su Huai walk towards the altar of the ancestral temple, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Su Huai can't enter the ancestral land.
But a few people in the ancestral land will die as soon as they come out.
...
The altar is placed in the center of the ancestral temple, emitting a faint moist light. This altar, made of top-grade fairy crystal, once cost a huge amount of wealth from several major families.
It symbolizes the will that never changes.
However, now the ancestral temple is full of dust, and it is out of place, with a strong sense of irony.
Su Huai reached out his hand and reached for the altar.