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"Let's go!" Seeing that everyone had arrived, everyone knew what had happened and did not bother to explain anymore. Ling Taixuan and the other four expert of Quasi-saint stage s waved their hands, and a ray of Pile formed from spirit energy flew out of the clouds and towards the inn where the spirit boat was placed.

The moonlight was like water, and the chilly night breeze blew gently. The earth was empty and quiet.

In the distance, the faint sound of a low and deep Demonic Beast's roar could be heard. On the summit of the mountain, a wolf was roaring towards the moon, accepting the baptism of the moonlight's brilliance.

The earth was dark red in color, and it was unknown how much blood was mixed with it. There were innumerable nameless corpses buried underneath.

Standing on top of the Spirit Vessel, allowing the strong wind to blow past, Ling Yun's figure did not move, only his long hair floated around him, and the clothes was swaying.

The stellar vitreous body revolved on its own, and inside his flesh and blood, there were faint flashes of starlight. In the pitch-black void, lines of starlight poured down like a river and poured into his acupoint, storing up and at the same time, refining his musculoskeleton.

Raising his head to look at the distant mountain forest, he was enveloped by the hazy moonlight and the smoke of the night fog.

Not far away, there were spirit boats passing by. Their destination was the Azure Dragon Stream that caused the winds and clouds in all directions.

The spirit boat's speed was extremely fast, just like a ray of light that pierced the heavens and earth. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Azure Dragon Stream appeared in front of them and their outline could be seen from afar.

It was a ravine tens of li long and hundreds of zhang wide. It was long and vigorous, like an Azure Dragon lurking in the darkness. It was extremely similar to a sleeping dragon; it was almost chaotic.

It was as if there really was a huge dragon that had fallen asleep here. It pressed down on the earth, creating such a bizarre looking great rift.

If one looked carefully, one would see even the topography of a Dragon Horned Dragon's whisker.

Within the circumference of ten miles, the trees were verdant, the grass oily, and the scene was full of vitality.

But the strange thing was, in such a large area, there was no sound at all. Even in the daytime, not a single bird or beast could be seen.

Birds and beasts never entered, as if there was some terrifying existence inside, and people who came to Humans, often mysteriously went missing. If not for the multicolored light, no one would be willing to come to this desolate place.

After discovering the existence of the ancient ruins, there was a reason for them to disappear. Although the ruins had to be opened before one could enter, as long as it was an ancient ruin, there would usually be some loopholes.

As a result, not many people were afraid. After all, the unknown was the most terrifying and once one knew the reason, even if it was just a guess, their heart would still relax for some reason.

"This terrain …" Ling Yun frowned slightly as he felt that it was a little familiar. His head jolted as he suddenly remembered that he had obtained an incomplete map of the ruins in his previous life.

"Howl, howl ~"

The night wind was blowing fiercely, blowing against the trees. There was a sound like a huge dragon unwillingly roaring in an attempt to break through its shackles.

"The seven-colored light has appeared again." Shouts of surprise came from afar.

Ling Yun, who was deep in thought, raised his head and looked towards the direction of the dragon head. Sure enough, he saw seven colored rays of light permeating through, with tens of thousands of lines of multicolored light emitting an ancient desolate aura, as though he had returned to the ancient era where Martial Dao was flourishing with tens of thousands of races.