The border of the Northern Wastelands.

  The western branch of the Witchcloud Mountain Range.

  An azure-masked ghost cultivator was fighting a wood demon.

  Boom!

  Within a short period of time.

  All the wood demons were killed by the ghost cultivator.

  Ba Country’s logistics department.

  Transport personnel.

  Bang!

  A youth had destroyed a wood demon with a single punch.

  “Fist God, please protect my fists and overcome all obstacles to kill the demons of the Northern Wastelands.”


  “Die!”


  Bang!

  Another punch.

  After making sure that no enemies survived, Qing Mu took out the wooden tablet from his neck and placed it in his hands.

  “What are you doing?” Gui Jiang asked Qing Mu.

  “I am paying my respects to the Fist God. He is the one who protects my fists, allowing me to kill countless demons. When the Fist God dies, I will become the new Fist God. Now, my aim is to be the top fist expert of Ba Country.

  I am going to stand out among all those who worshipped the Fist God. I will earn the most battle merits and achieve the most number of meritorious deeds,” said Qing Mu excitedly.

  It was as if everything was going to happen like he said.

  “Are you going to be the first fist expert? No, that’s me.” A ghost cultivator immediately said.

  “No, I am the one. I have been a follower of the Fist God for three years.” Another ghost cultivator spoke.

  “I’ve been praying to him for decades,” Qing Mu said directly.

  “I’ve been praying for decades too. I also have the statue of the Fist God.”


  Qing Mu was unconvinced. He took out the wooden tablet on his neck and said.

  “Do you have this, then? I am the one who carved the first statue tablet of the Fist God in Ba Country.”


  “This…” Everyone looked amazed.

  They looked at the wooden signboard and realized that the posture of the punch on it was extremely imposing and extraordinary. It was very vivid.

  It was as if it had gained spirit.

  “Qing Mu, carve one for me.”


  “Me too, me too.”


  “Then who is the strongest fist expert of Ba Country?”


  “Qing Mu. Qing Mu. You are definitely the strongest fist expert in Ba Country.”


  The ghost general looked at them and said.

  “Let’s hurry. Qing Mu shall lead in the middle.”


  “Yes, commander,” Qing Mu replied immediately.

  …


  …


  In the north of the Western Wasteland, far away from Kunlun.

  There was a wounded man carrying a dying youth.

  He walked on.

  He didn’t dare to rest at all.

  It was as if someone would rush up from behind at any moment.

  “Ao Man, is the path correct?” Ao Ye asked.

  That’s right, they were Ao Ye and the Eighth Prince, Ao Man, who had disappeared for decades.

  Ao Man struggled to open his eyes, nodding slightly as he looked ahead without saying a word.

  He felt like he was going to die.

  “Hold on, you are an innate immortal. As long as you can make it through this trial, you can directly advance to become a True Immortal.” Ao Ye said.

  He continued forward, not daring to slow down.

  “Uncle Ao Ye, put me down. You should be able to escape.” Ao Man’s voice was weak.

  “I’m just an ordinary dragon, a rotten dragon that loves to drink. But you are different. You are an innate immortal. You are the future expert of our Dragon Race.”


  “Being an innate immortal is actually quite ordinary…”


  Boom!

  “They’re coming after us again.”


  Ao Ye gritted his teeth, and then he sped up while activating the Dragon Race’s secret technique.

  If the road back to the Four Seas had not been blocked, they would not have been in such a sorry state.

  Seeing that Ao Man was about to die, Ao Ye said:

  “It’s only a few years from here to Kunlun. Soon, very soon.”


  “Well…”


  …


  …


  Kunlun Temple.

  The floating platform high in the sky.

  Jiang Lan sat cross-legged.

  He did not try to comprehend the Kunlun Heart Sutra. Instead, he checked the Mountain Sea Mirror in his sea of consciousness.

  Then, what he saw was a mirror that was like water but couldn’t be seen through. Behind it was an image of the mountains and seas, which seemed to be uneven.

  They seemed simple and vast.

  This was the Creation of Heaven and Earth, Mountain Sea Mirror.

  Just by sensing it casually, he had a feeling.

  He could use this mirror to view any location in the Grand Desolate World.

  But he needed to pay a sufficient price.

  Karma, aura, and items were all possible.

  “It doesn’t seem to be very useful.”


  There was nothing he wanted to find or see.

  However, Jiang Lan was curious if the Mountain Sea Mirror could find him.

  He had no intention of using it.

  It was too dangerous.

  He decided to wait here for this trip to Kunlun Temple end.

  At the thought of this, Jiang Lan suddenly thought of something. How long would the Kunlun Temple be open for?

  No one had ever mentioned it.

  They only said he would be sent away if he was lost in the temple.

  “…”


  For cultivators, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

  It was not special for this place to be open for ten years.

  Jiang Lan no longer had any misgivings. Instead, he closed his eyes and went to recall the feeling of Dao comprehension from before.

  Once he was familiar with everything, he began to deduce the array formation.

  There were many things he could do.

  Time would not be wasted.

  Jiang Lan sat there, no longer paying attention to anything else. During this time, he could sense that there were others passing by.

  The people didn’t say anything and just left.

  Some people stayed for two days before leaving.

  No one talked or disturbed him.

  Of course, there were also people like him who sat cross-legged and attempted to comprehend the Kunlun Heart Sutra.

  However, within a month, they had left.

  They did not intend to waste their time here.

  Ever since he started cultivating here, he realized that very few people would stay and focus on comprehending the Kunlun Heart Sutra.

  Everyone knew that some things were hard to come by.

  Besides, the Kunlun Heart Sutra didn’t mean anything.

  Learning wasn’t the only way to go further.

  If he wanted to walk faster and further, he had to rely on himself.

  The deeper one’s comprehension of the great Dao was, the faster one would walk.

  The Kunlun Heart Sutra could not help people comprehend the Dao.

  In the past few months, Jiang Lan had already familiarized himself with all of the spells, but he had never tried them.

  He needed to return to the Netherworld Cave to try.

  Then, he began to deduce various array formations.

  With this deduction, he fell into a trance-like state, as if countless array formations were appearing around him for his experiment.

  After an unknown period of time, Jiang Lan finally broke through the bottleneck that had trapped him for a long time. Right now, his attainments in array formations had increased by another level.

  When he opened his eyes, he still saw the stone tablet.

  There was no one around.

  “How long has it been?”


  Jiang Lan was curious.

  It was easy to forget the time when deducing array formations.

  But it must have been a long time.

  “Three years have passed.”


  Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Jiang Lan.

  Without any hesitation, Jiang Lan walked forward and turned to look at the source of the voice.

  It was a middle-aged man. The edges of his white Daoist robe had a fiery red color.

  Although he looked like an ordinary person, he gave off a boundless feeling.

  He was very powerful.

  This was Jiang Lan’s first thought.

  “Senior is?” Jiang Lan forced himself to remain calm.

  This should be a senior of the Kunlun Temple. If the other party wanted to make a move on him, he wouldn’t have waited for him to wake up.

  Moreover, he had always maintained his vigilance. He would know if someone approached him.

  However, he had never sensed his existence.

  “What were you doing just now?” The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Lan curiously.

  “I was planning to comprehend the cultivation method, but I suddenly thought of array formations and fell into a trance while deducing it,” Jiang Lan answered truthfully.

  He was indeed not comprehending the cultivation method.

  “Are you a disciple of the Fifth Summit?” The middle-aged man asked.

  “I am from the Ninth Summit, Jiang Lan.” Jiang Lan spoke.

  “Ninth Summit, no wonder you could sit here for so long.” The middle-aged man nodded to express his understanding before explaining,

  “The Kunlun Heart Sutra will trigger one’s state of mind. Not to mention comprehending it, there are very few people who can even sit here for more than three months.

  You sat straight for three years. This made me very curious. ”


  Jiang Lan: “…”


  He did not feel anything.