1031: C1031 Destruction of the True Spiritual Martial Force

C1031 Destruction of the True Spiritual Martial Force

The sun set in the west, and it was already dusk …

The scarlet radiance sprinkled onto the mountain range, intoxicating. The Cyan Bird on the tree softly cried out, letting out a crisp sound.

A white-robed woman with long silver hair was floating in the air. She was leading a short and exquisite child as they strolled through the forest. The two of them were rarely seen in the world. Wherever they passed by, the surroundings would lose their color.

Behind the two of them, there was an Emperor in a five-clawed, golden-dragon robe. He was currently staggering as he chased after the two of them.

"Elder sister, what plans do you have for the future?"

Ye Xiaofan turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang's beautiful face.

After the awakening, Ye Wushuang's Incarnation climbed up to level ten, just one realm away from Ye Xiaofan. In the Western Regions, she was considered an existence at the peak.

Ye Wushuang stopped in her tracks. With a calm expression, she gazed at the distant setting sun, allowing the setting sun to shine on her face. "I'm preparing to make a trip to Middle region."

Ye Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, then revealed a puzzled look on his face: "Little big sis, why are you going to Middle region?"

Ye Wushuang shook her head and didn't answer Ye Xiaofan. She held Ye Xiaofan's hand and continued to walk forward.

"..."

For a few days, Ye Xiaofan stayed at the Polar Night Empire. His life was quite enjoyable as he was conferred the title of the number one disciple in the imperial court, Immortal.

Seeing that Immortal was now the emperor, even when he walked there, people would pay their respects to him.

Every day, he would eat the best Red Braised Beef, drink the purest alcohol, and occasionally eat the spirit fruit. His life was very comfortable.

The only regret was that Ye Wushuang left without a word.

After playing for a few days, Ye Xiaofan was ready to set off back to the Southern Region's Crossing Stream Town, and take his father and sister over to enjoy the life of an emperor.

He rode on the formation and locked onto Southern Region's location. Just as he was about to leave, he received a message from Zhang Wukuang.

"Little Ancestor …" Zong, tsk... "Don't ever come back …"

Ye Xiaofan took out the message stone. Zhang Wukuang's intermittent voice came from it, and then it stopped.

"Lord Immortal, what's wrong?"

Luo Ruye, who was activating the formation on the side, stopped upon seeing this.

"Retarget your location, Immortal region."

Ye Xiaofan frowned. He had only been gone for a few days, yet his True Spirit Martial Academy had encountered an inexplicable disaster.

After staying in the True Spirit Martial Academy for a few days and eating so much, it would be a lie to say that they had no feelings.

"Yes sir!"

Luo Ruye did not ask any further questions and immediately discussed the matter with the more than one hundred ministers before locking onto the location of the array once again.

Ye Xiaofan stepped into the array and disappeared.

"..."

True Spirit Martial Academy

The Labor Peak, outer court peak, inner court peak, etc. All the peaks were no longer as flourishing as before. They were already a pile of ruins.

Hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, there were piles of rubble and corpses littered the area. The smell of blood still lingered in the air.0

A few days ago, this place was still crowded with people. It was bustling with life and prosperity, but within a few days, it was razed to the ground by the mysterious forces.

The Sacred Ground of the Martial Arts that countless people yearned for a few days ago, was now a place that everyone feared in front of them, and no one dared to approach for a thousand kilometers.

In the air above True Spirit Martial Academy, Murong Wuji and the others arrogantly stood above the nine heavens, looking down at the ruins below.

The old man looked around and seemed to be looking for something. "This place is filled with celestial spiritual energy, but even after searching for a few days, we still couldn't find a single trace of it."

Murong Wuji pondered for a moment, then the Spiritual Sense probed into Zhang Wukuang's mind, searching through his memories.

After a moment, Murong Wuji opened his eyes. His brows were filled with anger, and he suddenly shook Zhang Wukuang's corpse into a ball of Blood Fog.

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