The next morning, the sky was light.

Immediately, Zhuo Yunxian arranged Mo Nianxi and others and left Wangu City alone and headed towards the depths of the wilderness.

Today, the wilderness of the outer land is still barren, but with the drastic changes in the Xianqiong Continent, this place has created an ancient atmosphere. The aliens living here have a much stronger physique than ordinary people, and they can even grow without cultivation.

Zhuo Yunxian had a vague guess about this situation. Perhaps the ancient aura of this wilderness is more suitable for the transformation and awakening of bloodlines.

If this is true, then the value of this wilderness outer domain is immeasurable. If used properly, it will definitely greatly enhance the overall strength of Taixuanzhou.

At present, Zhuo Yunxian has basically confirmed that the heavens and all realms are gradually merging, and more and more space cracks appearing, which will inevitably bring huge impact to the Xianqiu Continent.

The future will be very painful, so Zhuo Yunxian must find ways to prepare for the future to protect his relatives and friends, and even protect the people of the entire Xianqiu Continent.

Of course, it’s useless to think too much now. With Zhuo Yunxian’s current strength, there is no problem in suppressing a continent, but looking at the Xianqiu Continent seems insignificant.

...

Two hours later, Zhuo Yunxian crossed the junction of the ancient man tribes and suddenly stopped by the river of death.

After many years, this ancient river has not yet dried up.

Zhuo Yunxian looked at the distant thoughts and showed a look of memories on his face. He still remembered that he had Qianmo by his side last time, but now he was alone.

With a long sigh, Zhuo Yunxian's thoughts were restrained and he continued to walk forward, where the Dafeng Tribe was located.

It is rare to come here, Zhuo Yunxian plans to meet his old friend.

...

Compared with six or seven years ago, the Dafeng Tribe is now a large part of the ancient tribe.

Tianmen swept across the wilderness and suppressed the three tribes, causing a large number of casualties. Fortunately, after the Jiuli tribe unified the wilderness, it gave a lot of preferential treatment to the three tribes, which gradually restored the life of the tribes.

Thanks to Zhuo Yunxian's guidance and help back then, the Dafeng tribe survived the most difficult days, and combined with many discrete tribes, it became more and more prosperous and became a powerful tribe after the Jiuli tribe.

At ten minutes at noon, a huge business team with camel beasts was moving towards the Dafeng Tribe.

Just then, a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the caravan.

"Who!?"

The caravan guard was startled and quickly alert, looking nervous.

Zhuo Yunxian looked at the leader and suddenly smiled: "Brother Suotu, I haven't seen each other for many years, and the business is getting bigger and bigger."

The leader of the caravan was nothing but a businessman who had served as a guide to Zhuo Yunxian.

"You...you are Baihe!? You are back!"

Suotu was stunned and came to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Zhuo Yunxian, feeling extremely excited.

As if thinking of something, Suotu took a few steps back and bowed and said, "Sotu greets Master Emperor!"

"Brother Suotu, there is no need to be polite between us. You should call me Baihe."

Zhuo Yunxian held Sotu, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

Suotu is heroic and likes to go straight, but he is not pretentious.

He didn't expect that Zhuo Yunxian would suddenly appear in this place. After all, no immortal cultivator likes the wilderness outside the domain, and it is not suitable for immortal cultivators to practice.

"Emperor... Baihe, why are you in the wilderness?"

Suotu still remembers that when they met last time, they attended the ceremony between Xiao Yiran and Zhuo Yuwan in Wangucheng.

Zhuo Yunxian said bluntly: "I want to go to the Ancestral God Temple. I heard that the Twelve Gods envoys have been forced to close the mountain. Do you know what's going on there?"

"Ancestral Temple..."

Suotu pondered slightly, then shook his head and said, "Brother, I often traveled in the wilderness and almost traveled all over the three tribes and two places. However, after the Ancestral Temple was closed, no news came out. However, I know that the Twelve Divine Envoys and the Ancestral God Mountain should still be there, because the river of death has not yet dried up."

"Well, then I'll go there in person."

Zhuo Yunxian didn't care, and he suddenly changed his voice: "By the way, how is the development of the Dafeng Tribe now? Is the old patriarch Yang Liang okay?"

Speaking of this, Sotu's face was gloomy: "After the destruction of the Dongwu tribe, the old patriarch was exhausted and had passed away. Now the patriarch of the Dafeng tribe is Ablu."

"well!"

Zhuo Yunxian sighed silently, and a hint of melancholy and emotion arose in his heart.

The departure of an old friend always makes people sad.

However, Zhuo Yunxian remembered that Ablu was once a genius boy from the Dafeng Tribe. Now that he can stand alone, the old patriarch's spirit in the sky is considered to be in peace.

...

While the two talked, they walked into the Dafeng Tribe.

When he learned that Zhuo Yunxian was here, the young patriarch greeted him personally, and the witch doctor Mu Ya was also with him. The tribe was filled with tribe members, and the scene was extremely lively.

After a moment of greeting, Zhuo Yunxian directly explained his purpose. He hoped to integrate the power of the wilderness and deal with the upcoming catastrophe.

In addition to the inheritance of the Heavenly Mandarin, all methods of practice are disclosed to the public, and the overall strength of the wilderness is quickly enhanced.

At the same time, Zhuo Yunxian also specially left behind a body refining technique and inheritance insights from the ancient times, which was of great benefit to the cultivation of bloodlines.

After doing all this, Zhuo Yunxian said goodbye to Suotu and others and headed straight towards the Ancestral Temple.

...

After many years, Zhuo Yunxian came here again, feeling inexplicably complicated. Although he almost died like this back then, the Ancestral Temple also brought him great opportunities.

Unfortunately, the Ancestral God Temple was destroyed by Shao Mu Ling. The once magnificent wild holy land has now become a ruin, forcing the twelve gods to close the mountain gate.

"The twelve messengers, Zhuo came to visit and hoped to show up and meet him."

Zhuo Yunxian's voice was huge and echoed in the air, as if it was penetrated by layers of space.

In the Ancestral Temple, the twelve divine messengers sat for many years, with an old face, and a slight scent of decay all over their bodies, and a bloody halo enveloped them... But when they heard Zhuo Yunxian's voice, they suddenly opened their eyes, with a little shock and fear on their faces.

When the first God envoy saw everyone looking at him, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly and signal everyone not to act rashly.

At this moment, a bald young man suddenly appeared in the ruins of the Ancestral Temple.

"The successor of the Ancestral Temple, Tianheng...Who pays homage to the Emperor."

The bald young man dressed in a sacrificial robe and bowed solemnly, looking neither sad nor happy.

Zhuo Yunxian glanced at the other party indifferently and slowly spoke: "Zhuo is here to discuss important matters. Please send it to him on your behalf."

Tianheng couldn't help but be stunned and refused directly: "Please go back, Lord Emperor, the Ancestral Temple has been closed for many years and will no longer ask about the wilderness."

Zhuo Yunxian frowned slightly when he heard this, his eyes became a little cold.

Back then, the Twelve Gods envoys plotted against Zhuo Yunxian. In order to take into account the overall situation, Zhuo Yunxian didn't want to be too scrupulous, but since the other party avoided him, he would do it and understand the cause and effect of that year.

In a moment of thought, Zhuo Yunxian pointed his hand and his sword finger gently and landed on the ban on Zushen Mountain.

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Chapter completed!