After a while, Mo Qingyun and the King Devourer arrived at the other end of the battlefield.
Arriving at the entrance of another secret realm, Mo Qingyun saw many Xuanwu skeletons wandering around the secret realm.
"Many members of the Xuanwu Clan used to live in this secret realm. Could this be the real Xuanwu Secret Realm?"
Looking at the scene in the secret realm, Mo Qingyun began to speculate. His eyes flashed with anticipation. "If that's the case, the chances of me obtaining Xuanwu Blood in this secret realm should be higher."
With this thought in mind, Mo Qingyun decided to take a gamble and enter the secret realm to explore.
Before Mo Qingyun entered the secret realm, he looked at the battlefield again and thought to himself, "A fierce battle took place here. There should be many remnant souls here. I can summon some ghosts."
The Gate of Evocation!
A vortex-shaped light gate quickly formed in front of Mo Qingyun, emitting an amazing devouring power.
Under the suction of the Gate of Evocation, the remnant souls floating in the battlefield were immediately sucked into the Gate of Evocation.
Not long after, powerful ghosts flew out of the Gate of Evocation.
These ghosts varied in strength. The powerful ones were at the Saint Realm, while the weak ones were at the Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal Realm.
Boom! Boom!
As soon as the ghosts of the Saint Realm appeared, clouds began to gather in the sky above the battlefield, dimming the light.
Then, a terrifying force of oppression spread throughout the battlefield.
Under the suppression of this force, the cultivation of the ghosts of the Saint Realm immediately dropped to the Pre-Saint Realm.
"It seems that Dan Teng was right. The Xuanwu Secret Realm does have a powerful force of oppression that can suppress one's cultivation to the Saint Realm."
Seeing the cultivation of the ghosts of the Saint Realm being weakened, Mo Qingyun understood. He recalled what Dan Teng had said before. "Although I can't recruit ghosts of the Saint Realm, it's not a bad thing to have a few Pre-Saint Realm ghosts."
Following that, Mo Qingyun unhurriedly summoned ghosts.
While Mo Qingyun was summoning ghosts, the King Devourer was not idle. He frantically devoured and refined the remains of the merfolk.
Under the King Devourer's frantic refining, the number of merfolk bones on the battlefield decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Three days later, all the merfolk bones on the battlefield became food in the belly of the King Devourer.
After devouring all the merfolk bones on the battlefield, the King Devourer looked as if he had not had enough. He said, "Master, I would like to return to the Merfolk Secret Realm and continue refining the remains of the merfolk to improve my cultivation. I hope you can agree to my request."
Hearing the King Devourer's request, Mo Qingyun frowned slightly. He said, "The Merfolk Secret Realm is full of danger. There are people from the Four Great Forces inside. It will be very dangerous for you to go alone. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Master, don't worry. Although my cultivation has not recovered, I can still protect myself."
In response to Mo Qingyun's worried words, the King Devourer said confidently. His eyes were filled with anticipation.
It was obvious that he was looking forward to refining the remains of the merfolk and improving his cultivation.
Looking at the King Devourer's expectant expression, Mo Qingyun pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, be careful. When I find Xuanwu's blood, I will meet up with you."
"Thank you, master!"
Seeing that Mo Qingyun had acquiesced to his request, the King Devourer thanked him and returned to the Merfolk Secret Realm.
Looking at the King Devourer leaving, Mo Qingyun's face was filled with anticipation. He smiled faintly and said, "I hope that when I see you again, you can surprise me and improve your cultivation by leaps and bounds."
Mo Qingyun muttered to himself. He did not think too much about it and continued to summon ghosts.
Another two days passed.
The Remnant Souls floating in the battlefield were all transformed by the Gate of Summoning into powerful ghosts.
Mo Qingyun roughly estimated that there were 31 Saint-level ghosts among the ghosts he had summoned this time.
The number of Quasi-saint ghosts was even more. There were more than 100 of them and almost 200 of them.
As for ghosts below the Quasi-saint realm, the total number exceeded 10,000.
"With the help of these ghosts, I can basically do whatever I want in the Xuanwu Secret Realm."
Looking at the large group of ghosts in front of him, Mo Qingyun's lips curled into a faint smile. A playful smile appeared on his face.
Now that he encountered people from the four major forces, the situation would be completely different.
Mo Qingyun muttered to himself. He sent all the ghosts in front of him into the Fortune Mainland.
After sending the ghosts into the Fortune Mainland, Mo Qingyun once again activated the Gate of Concealment and carefully entered the Xuanwu Secret Realm.
Although he had control over his battle strength, he could do whatever he wanted in the Xuanwu Secret Realm with a domineering attitude.
He could domineeringly clear away the Xuanwu skeletons blocking his way, but he did not want to do so.
If he cleared away the Xuanwu skeletons blocking his way, it would be the same as clearing away an obstacle for the four major forces. He would not do so.
Mo Qingyun concealed his figure, and in a flicker, he easily shuttled through the Xuanwu Secret Realm.
The deeper he went into the Xuanwu Secret Realm, the more Xuanwu skeletons Mo Qingyun saw.
Other than that, the strength of the Xuanwu skeletons that appeared during this period of time was also increasing.
Mo Qingyun did not care about the increase in strength of the Xuanwu skeletons. After all, the Xuanwu skeletons could not stop him.
Roughly five days later.
Mo Qingyun searched along the way until he came to a valley. He saw a giant tortoise shell in the middle of the valley.
"That tortoise shell … seems to be Xuanwu's tortoise shell."
Looking at the giant tortoise shell in front of him, Mo Qingyun's face lit up. He quickly flew towards the tortoise shell.
As Mo Qingyun approached the tortoise shell, the pressure that the tortoise shell exerted on him began to grow stronger.
"This kind of strong pressure can only be produced by Xuanwu skeletons."
Sensing the pressure on his body, Mo Qingyun was delighted again. He was even more certain that the tortoise shell belonged to Xuanwu.
After a short while, Mo Qingyun arrived above the tortoise shell and saw its overall appearance.
It was a giant Xuanwu corpse.
Half of Xuanwu's body had sunk into the ground, leaving only a small part of the tortoise shell.
On the tortoise shell, there was a giant palm print that had shattered the shell.
Judging from the current situation, the Xuanwu beneath Mo Qingyun should have been killed by a powerful expert with a single palm strike.
"This Xuanwu's strength when it was alive was almost on par with Divine Ancestor Zi Que, but it was killed by a single palm strike."
Mo Qingyun could not help but be shocked when he discovered this. His heart sank as he thought to himself, "It seems that I am still too weak. There are still many secrets on the Wasteland Continent that I am not capable of discovering."
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