A Man Like None Other Chapter 7131 The Treasure Appears
The wind in the middle layer of the Dao Ruins was several times more ferocious than that in the outer layer.
The aftershocks of the Mist City Siege had gradually dissipated, but the oppressive feeling throughout the world did not ease; instead, it intensified, weighing heavily on the hearts of every cultivator.
The chaotic dome overhead churned endlessly, the pitch-black clouds resembling a congealed sea of blood, occasionally punctuated by a streak of dark red lightning, silent yet carrying an awe-inspiring, world-destroying power.
There was no stable footing underfoot, only chaotic divine rocks floating in mid-air and rotating irregularly. Some were as large as mountains, while others were only an inch or so in size, and their surfaces were covered with ancient cracks.
The primordial Dao essence flowing through the gaps was no longer gentle, but carried a sharp, cutting sensation, capable of tearing apart the protective spiritual light of ordinary cultivators with the slightest touch.
From all directions, the sounds of air being torn apart, spells exploding, and cultivators screaming in agony rose and fell, filling the entire airspace in layers.
The various factions, who were just cautiously exploring their own territory, have now completely torn off their disguises.
The middle level of the Dao Ruins has become a true battleground for heroes, where rules and morality have vanished, leaving only opportunities and bloodshed.
Countless sect prodigies, veteran elders, and lone cultivators completely shed their initial caution and fought fiercely for a sliver of the Origin Opportunity.
Spiritual energy and radiant light collided across the sky, and murderous aura surged through the chaotic clouds. Every inch of the void trembled violently, and blood-red mist mixed with primordial mist spread out, pungent and hot.
The group from Wanfa Tiangong moved steadily among the broken rocks, their formation always perfectly sealed, neither hurried nor slow. Amidst the frenzied fighting around them, they were like a clear stream flowing against the current, serene and detached.
The two elders were fully alert, constantly vigilant against any sneak attacks or unusual movements around them, their eyes filled with seriousness.
The deeper one ventures into the Dao Ruins, the more chaotic the rules of heaven and earth become, and the more treacherous people’s hearts grow. Everywhere one can witness chaotic scenes of people killing each other and robbing treasures. A slight misstep can lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
Su Qingyuan moved with light steps, her moon-white fairy dress standing out almost blindingly against the dim and chaotic background.
She frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the various cultivators fighting and clashing along the way, a hint of melancholy hidden in her cold eyes.
In the three hundred years of the Dao Ruins, this has happened time and time again. When opportunities are presented, human greed is amplified infinitely. Countless cultivators, knowing the dangers ahead, still rush forward and die from greed. It is both tragic and lamentable.
At the very back of the group, Chen Ping remained firmly half a step to Su Qingyuan’s side, perfectly embodying the essence of the art of survival.