Just like that, two figures, one old and one young, wandered through the Myriad Worlds.
The universe was vast and its laws were uncountable. Although every Heavenly Domain coexisted, it was also an independent existence.
This naturally made it more difficult for Jian Wushuang and the Old Sovereign to find the clay fetus.
From then on, their journey was no longer measured in thousands of years. The most optimistic estimate was that it would take at least a million years.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang was also a little curious. Based on the battle a million years ago, the Ancestor-level clay fetus was ruthless and ruthless. There was no reason for it to be hidden in a corner without any news about it.
Jian Wushuang was confident that even if the Ancestor-level clay fetus only released its aura for a moment, he would be able to instantly sense it in the vast universe.
However, after a million years, the clay fetus did not release any aura at all. This made Jian Wushuang wonder if the clay fetus had already died or fallen into a deep slumber.
If it was the latter, Jian Wushuang did not dare to imagine what kind of energy an Ancestor-level clay fetus was accumulating and what kind of damage it would cause to the Divine Power Universe.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to find and kill the Qilin Hall clay fetus within a million years. Otherwise, the end of the Heavenly Gate journey would be delayed for a while.
With Jian Wushuang and the Old Sovereign's speed, they could not find any trace of the clay fetus's aura even after searching through countless Great Realms for the next 10,000 years.
Instead, they found some Void Venerables whose Void Energy was almost exhausted and who were about to die.
After mercilessly waving their hands to kill them, Jian Wushuang and the Old Sovereign continued forward.
They did not miss out on any Ancient Star Domain Realm.
"Old Sovereign, how long do you think it will take for us to find the clay fetus?"
In a bustling market somewhere in the vast Ancient Star Domain, Jian Wushuang and the Old Sovereign were sitting by the window in a teahouse on the street.
The Old Sovereign took a sip of the tea on the table and said indifferently, "At least a hundred thousand years, at most a million years, and at most ten million years."
"Why is it only ten million years at most?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Because when the time comes, the Blood Essence in his body will dry up. He won't be able to hide even if he wanted to."
"Although that's true, it's still a long time for us." Jian Wushuang rubbed his chin and frowned slightly. "We have to think of a way …"
While the two of them were chatting casually, rough noises could be heard from the street market.
Dozens of men dressed in tight leather armor walked out from the corner of the street, each of them exuding a powerful aura of cultivators.
In the middle of these men, a prisoner's cart, and they were being pushed pushed pushed.
When some of the weaker cultivators saw this, they consciously opened up a path and stopped to watch.
Jian Wushuang, who was sitting by the window, used his divine power to probe. He saw that there were about thirty to forty thin and small bodies squeezed in the prison wagon. He couldn't help but want to go forward to check it out.
The Old Sovereign said indifferently, "The universe is vast. What's happening now is but an instant. Even if you save them, it won't make any difference."
Jian Wushuang sat back down. The Old Sovereign's words were reasonable. These people were but an instant in the cycle of reincarnation. Even if he saved them, it wouldn't change anything.
Although that was what he imagined, his mind still followed those cultivators and looked in their direction.
In the center of the market, a group of ten people stopped. The burly man in the lead appeared to be very tired. His left shoulder was exposed, and there was a hideous wound that hadn't healed yet.
With a whoosh, he lifted the black cloth covering the prisoner's cart and revealed its contents.
Perhaps because they felt the light, the prisoner's cart became restless.
Nearly thirty dark-skinned women with pitch-black wings on their backs looked at the approaching cultivators with fear and unease in their eyes.
These bird-like women had their eyes covered by turbid membranes, and they could barely see. They lived in the depths of the mountains and swamps all year round and rarely came into contact with other creatures.
When they saw the contents of the prisoner's cart, most of the cultivators' eyes dimmed and they retreated without hesitation.
A small group of cultivators' eyes lit up, and they quickly began to negotiate.
"What's the price?" a cultivator asked.
The burly man in the lead said tiredly, "Ten sky crystals. If you want to haggle, scram."
Although the price pained the cultivators, they didn't know when they'd get another chance to capture the Jackdaw Clan. In the end, they reluctantly handed over several dozen sky crystals.
For low-level cultivators, something that could strengthen their bodies was far more important than a secret technique.
The heads of the Jackdaw Clan had condensed pearls that strengthened the five senses, so they could be sold for a relatively high price.
With the sky crystals containing extremely pure divine power in hand, the burly man ordered the others to open the prisoner's cart and quickly pick out the Jackdaw Clan women.
The burly man waved his finger at the female Jackdaw and took out a black bead from the female Jackdaw's head. Then he handed it to each cultivator.
Once the pearl was removed, the Jackdaw Clan woman couldn't survive and died on the spot.
The slender figures in the prisoner's cart continued to dwindle away.
Just as the burly man was busy removing the pearl, an intimidating voice rang out from among the cultivators.
"I'll buy the rest."
As far as the eye could see, a young cultivator dressed as a wanderer squeezed through the crowd and walked over with a dozen Heaven Crystals in his hands.
The burly man glanced at him, then looked at the prisoner's cart. "There's only one left. If you want it, you can have eight sky crystals."
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly and handed over the twenty sky crystals in his hand. "I'll take this one alive."
The burly man raised his eyebrows and smiled. Many disciples of aristocratic families had their own hobbies, so he didn't want to interfere too much.
He pulled on the chain and dragged out the last Jackdaw Clan woman, handing her over to Jian Wushuang.
"These monsters are the most resilient. You only need to feed them a mouthful of water and dry rations every few months," the burly man added thoughtfully.
However, at this moment, another impatient voice rang out. "This is the last one. I want it."
Jian Wushuang was about to leave when he was surrounded by a dozen low-level cultivators.
A domineering youth in luxurious clothes with a sinister expression quickly walked up to him and reached out to snatch the Jackdaw Clan woman.
In the next moment, the youth in luxurious clothes was met with a powerful kick.
The youth in luxurious clothes didn't even have time to release the energy in his body before he was sent flying. His large head and neck were almost kicked into his stomach.
"Where did this stray dog come from?" Jian Wushuang said indifferently, then slowly walked away with the Jackdaw Clan woman. No one else dared to stop them.
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