Chapter 1057 - 165: Ancient Ruins, First Encounter_2

The map marked the place where the Divine Beast Cyan Dragon fell. When this person discovered it at the time, they were too weak to take it away.

Now, it can only become someone else's wedding garment.

"Let's go, we need to find that stone shaped like a giant bell first." The ancient ruins are enormous, and to locate the Cyan Dragon's fallen place, Dongfang Nishang first needs to find the landmark used by the person who drew the map.

Having spoken, Dongfang Nishang won't delay further. With a wave of her hand, she swiftly leads the way northward, followed quickly by the others.

The Great Xuan Dynasty is the closest to the ancient ruins, and Dongfang Nishang, being part of the Imperial Family, surely possesses more information than anyone present. Following her is definitely the right choice.

An hour later.

At the foot of a barren mountain showing no sign of life, Dongfang Nishang's face looks somewhat tense as she glances at the map she holds.

She doubts whether the map drawer deceived them, because so far, they haven't even glimpsed the giant bell-shaped stone.

Or perhaps these ancient ruins are much larger than they'd imagined.

"Here's the plan: Lin Feng and Feng Ning, let's split up with our teams to search separately. Whoever finds the stone shaped like a giant bell should notify us using the Soul Jade," Dongfang Nishang suggests after some thought, handing each Lin Feng and Feng Ning a piece of Soul Jade containing a trace of her own Soul Power, speeding up the search.

No one has any objections, as it's been over an hour now without any leads, and everyone is anxious. This makes the search process much more efficient.

"Where is Chen Mo?"

Just then, Huang Lingling suddenly speaks up in surprise, realizing Chen Mo is nowhere to be seen.

"He probably hasn't caught up yet," Dongfang Nishang frowns. She had noticed earlier that Chen Mo lagged behind, but since he didn't seem particularly noteworthy, she hadn't paid him much attention.

"With such weak strength, isn't he just dragging us down by being here?"

Someone thought silently but did not express it aloud, instead directing their gaze at Feng Ning, given Chen Mo is from the Eagle Owl Race.

"Brother Feng Ning, why bother with him? He's just an outsider after all. If he chooses to enter, it's his fault if he can't keep up or got lost," Feng Xuan remarks.

Feng Ning's face darkens, also viewing Chen Mo as a burden.

Just as Feng Ning decides to ignore Chen Mo, Huang Su suddenly speaks up: "Let's wait a bit; maybe he's just lagging behind."

Everyone is a bit surprised, as Huang Su rarely talks along the way, yet now she speaks up for Chen Mo.

Feng Ying finds it hardly strange, since Chen Mo had saved her before, speaking in his favor is only natural.

"Then we'll wait for a quarter of an hour," Dongfang Nishang says, pondering as Huang Su looks her way.

"Okay."

Fang Ye and Wang Han are the first to nod.

Then, Lin Feng also agrees.

Thus, they wait here for Chen Mo for a quarter of an hour, yet he still does not appear.

"Your Highness, time's up," Lin Feng says.

Dongfang Nishang looks over at Feng Ning.

"We won't wait. Huang Su, leave a mark here for him, let him catch up when he sees it," Feng Ning feels waiting for a quarter hour is benevolent enough.

Huang Su hesitates for a moment, then nods, her heart filled with disappointment towards Chen Mo.

...

On the other side, a deep mountain by the stream.

"The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is indeed abundant, but it's too chaotic. To absorb it, I need to separate the Evil Qi contained within."

Chen Mo opens his eyes. Initially, he planned to cultivate a bit upon sensing the abundant Spiritual Qi, only to find that there was too much Evil Qi mixed in. Absorbing it into his body requires more time for separation. If ignored, it might lead to cultivation deviation.

Yes, Chen Mo intentionally detached from the team.

He realized that staying with the team was not as beneficial as going solo.

Feng Ning and Lin Feng hardly paid him any attention, and if danger arises, they wouldn't care about him.

While if they find some benefits, he surely wouldn't be given a share.

This raises the question of what's the point tagging along then?

Initially, he wanted to mention it before leaving, but worried it would invite ridicule, he opted to slow his pace, creating distance, until finally detaching completely.

He also realized these ancient ruins are quite vast, and may hold opportunities - perhaps this is his chance.

"Let's look for something like Spiritual Medicine..." Chen Mo murmurs to himself as he stands up.

Given that these ancient ruins were only discovered now, it indicates that no one has set foot here for hundreds of thousands of years, thus some Spiritual Medicine growing here might not have been harvested.

Chen Mo glances around. Just as he plans to choose a direction to explore, his gaze halts, for he sees three figures emerging from the forest ahead of the stream, their eyes fixated on him.

Chen Mo recognizes these three; they are the Blazing Flame Tiger group who conflicted with the Profound Armor Army the other day.

And these three were the youngsters accompanying that middle-aged man.

Chen Mo glanced at the three's brows.

351777.

448000.

457055.

"One Early Stage of the Third Realm, and two Mid-Stage Third Realm."

Based on the Power, Chen Mo determined silently.

Though he fears them not, he isn't sure if they hold any hidden aces, and they bear no grudges.

Thus, Chen Mo decided to avoid confrontation.

He takes a few steps back, planning to change direction and walk around them.

Yet the trio locked their sights on him.

The reason they focus on Chen Mo is quite simple - it's revenge.

That day at Heaven-Suppressing Pass, they suffered humiliation alongside their master, sparking hatred towards the Human Race in their hearts.

They don't care if Chen Mo belongs to the Great Xuan Dynasty; they only know he's part of the Human Race.

The key thing is, he's alone; they think he is easy to deal with.

They intend to slaughter him, chop the body into meat chunks, and sell it at the Demon Race market.

The trio swiftly moves forward, encircling Chen Mo.

"Three Daoists, it seems I don't know you. We bear no grudges, so what are your intentions in surrounding me?" Chen Mo frowns, summoning the Spirit Brilliance Sword from inside his body. Meanwhile, eighteen Wind Shadow Swords also fly out from the Qiankun Bracelet, hovering behind him, prepared against them.

"Brother, that's an Earth-level Treasure; this brat is a big catch," the youngest among the three eyes Chen Mo's Spirit Brilliance Sword, eyes gleaming.

Though the Blazing Flame Tiger Race serves the White Jade Tiger Race, they walk the Human Race cultivation path and are undesirable by the White Jade Tiger Race. They are also not adept in Artifact Refining, leaving them coveting Human Race Magical Treasures.

The one called "big brother" scans ahead, eyes gleaming with laughter: "Originally just aimed for venting, unexpectedly there's a bonus gain, splendid, splendid."

"I'll be the first," the weakest among the three, the second brother's head suddenly transforms into a tiger head with blazing fur, roaring at Chen Mo. In the next instant, he morphs into a red flash and lunges forward, his palm transforming into sharp claws, striking fiercely at Chen Mo.

In his view, Chen Mo was nothing more than a weakling in the Second Realm, easily dispatched.

Elder brother and third brother chuckled, ensuring Chen Mo didn't escape.

Then, in the very next second.

As second brother's claws poised to hit Chen Mo's head, Chen Mo's Spirit Brilliance Sword swiftly flew out, slashing across second brother's throat.

Blood splattered forth.

Chen Mo's figure flashed slightly to the left; second brother's body collapsed, reverting to its original form. The massive tiger head detached from the neck, rolling a short distance, eyes as large as an infant's clenched wide.

With eyes wide open in unwillingness.

"Second brother."

"Second brother!"

The remaining pair are stunned, never expecting second brother to be instantly eliminated by this, deemed "weakling," Human Race member.

"He's in the Celestial Yuan Realm; kill him to avenge second brother," eldest brother bellowed in anger, realizing Chen Mo's Primordial Spirit belonged to the Third Realm now.

"Circulation Sword Array!"

As eldest brother spoke, Chen Mo taps with his toe, violently darting forward like a dragon, swift as lightning, simultaneously summoning 90 more Spirit Swords.

Even though he needs half a bead for 888 swords, he can still conjure several dozen in an instant.

109 long swords collectively lock onto the pair as Chen Mo's figure crosses paths with them. The pair collapses as well, each with several dozen swords piercing their bodies.