At that moment, an old cultivator in the crowd sighed regretfully.
"I heard that the cultivators of the Xuanming Grotto-heaven have already become one with the Grotto-heaven. Every breath and action they take can affect the entire world. In that Grotto-heaven with a radius of 50 kilometers, they are like gods who can gather the power of the Grotto-heaven! Fellow Daoist Tai Chu is very strong, but this is too rash … "
He was a Sect Master of a large sect. He pretended to be worried and regretful, but there was a trace of mockery in the depths of his eyes. It was obvious that he did not think highly of Jiang Tian.
"Fellow Daoist Tai Chu said that he wants to flatten the Xuanming Grotto-heaven, but I'm afraid it will take three to five months. Are we going to wait here forever?"
A City Lord spoke. Although he was kneeling on the ground, he was tall and mighty, and his tone was full of mockery.
"Three to five months, and we still have to stay kneeling? I'm afraid my knees won't be able to take it! "
The disciples of the North Sea Saber Emperor sneered.
Sighs could be heard all around.
Although they were afraid of Jiang Tian's power and did not have a close relationship with the Ruins Emperor's Palace, they were still the ones with vested interests in this world. They stood at the top of the pyramid of power in this world, at the top of the food chain.
To them, it was best to maintain the status quo. And Jiang Tian was here to change the situation, to change a lot. Of course, that was what they did not want to see.
They did not dare to say it, but in their hearts, they treated Jiang Tian as a bandit, a killing god, and a devil. They could not wait for Jiang Tian to die at the hands of the Xuanming Grotto-heaven.
Seeing this, Long Shengnan and Fairy Yao Yue were very unhappy. Wu Shujian frowned, wishing he could behead this group of people.
Jiang Tian did not bring them along to flatten the Xuanming Grotto-heaven. Even destroying Winterfell was just a matter of flicking his sleeve for Jiang Tian. He only asked them to take action to prove their allegiance.
But in the face of these people's doubts and ridicule, they couldn't do anything. These Northern Sea cultivators were evil. They didn't openly oppose you, but even if they said strange things, you wouldn't be able to argue with them.
If he wanted to kill people, then Jiang Tian's crime of willfully slaughtering the innocent would be confirmed. In the future, it would be difficult for him to win the hearts of the people in this world. His rule would be as firm as a rock.
"Jiejie!"
At this moment, Ghost Wolf suddenly let out a strange laugh.
His laughter was very light, yet in the ears of everyone, it was like the laughter of a devil from hell, causing their scalps to go numb, and it instantly suppressed the entire scene to become deathly silent.
Back then, he was a peerless assassin who dominated the Ruins of Immortality. He had even killed a Soul Formation cultivator. Later on, he became the captain of the Dark Crow Guards in the Ruins Emperor's Palace. His resume was too frightening.
"Fellow Daoists, please listen to me!"
Ghost Wolf sneered.
"What?"
The cultivators of the Northern Sea Realm frowned and looked up.
Ghost Wolf walked out with large strides. He held a golden ball in his hand and raised it into the air. The golden ball flew out into the sky and let out endless rays of light, opening a giant golden curtain.
Through the golden curtain, the thousands of cultivators around the ruins of Winterfell could clearly see a black-robed, black-eyed, shoulder-length haired Jiang Tian standing in a snowy valley with his hands behind his back.
In the snowy valley, the wind was howling and the snow was like a mat. There were towering mountains around it, and gusts of white wind rose from the ground and swept the sky like white dragons dancing wildly.
In the sky, a giant stone tablet floated and countless thunderbolts fell around it. That was the True Thunder of the Laws, which could kill a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord with one strike. At this moment, it was like a sea of lightning, shocking the world.
At the same time, snowstorms rose into the sky like black tornadoes, like iron chains that stretched across the sky, enveloping a seemingly real and yet illusory area.
On the giant stone tablet, there were three large words written in silver, "Xuanming Grotto-heaven". The words were red like flowing blood, extremely frightening!
"What? He has already arrived at the Xuanming Grotto-heaven! "
"Hiss!"
At this moment, the entire place was filled with exclamations and gasps. The mockery on the faces of all the cultivators was gone, and they were enveloped by shock and fear as if they had seen a demon.
As for Ghost Wolf, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In just 15 minutes, Jiang Tian had already arrived at the Xuanming Grotto-heaven, crossing a hundred thousand miles of ice and snow. Not many people could match his speed even in the Ruins of Deity!
Behind the mountain gate of the Xuanming Grotto-heaven.
Behind the barrier of clouds, fog, thunder and lightning, and raging snowstorms, was a world with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, dense Spirit Qi like a fog, and Essence Qi like a waterfall.
In this place, spirit fruits and great medicines grew everywhere, swaying with the wind. The verdant Embryonic Origin Fruit, the red agate-like Flaming Phoenix Fruit, and the golden Origin Energy Fruit hung on the jasper-like branches one by one, string after string.
A cool breeze blew by, and there were no ripples on the surface of a lake. It was very calm and clear, and waves of fruit fragrance were tempting. Nearby, Spirit Plants were everywhere, and Spirit Medicine emitted a strange fragrance that was full of vitality.
In a divine garden by the lakeside, the palace halls were continuous, mighty and majestic, and there were exquisite pavilions and pagodas as decorations. Under a pure white stone arch bridge, the Xuanming Cold Spring flowed, and dense spiritual energy rose up.
In the lake, the endless Xuanming Cold Spring flowed, and there was actually an ancient lotus growing. It was boundlessly huge and had 12 lotus platforms. It bloomed with auspicious colors and Spirit Qi coiled around it, looking extremely mysterious.
Even ordinary cultivators would be able to acutely sense that whether it was this ancient lotus or the Xuanming Cold Spring, they were absolutely terrifying treasures of heaven and earth. They could allow cultivators to reach the heavens in a single step, or they could be refined into powerful and everlasting True Artifacts or even Dao Artifacts.
In the divine garden, there was a simple platform on which seven Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords were sitting with their legs crossed, anxiously waiting for the ancient lotus to mature.
The faint sound of a flute came out from the woods and courtyards. It was very gentle and very pleasant to the ears. Wisps of celestial music flowed and brushed past hundreds of flowers, which instantly bloomed and crossed the clear spring. Dense steam rose into the air and spread to the sky, attracting all kinds of birds and dancing around the platform. It was ethereal like a deity, and transcended the mortal world. The sound of the flute could cleanse the mortal world and make people feel peaceful.
There were a total of six Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords, and one of them was even a Half Step Soul Formation Cultivator. These seven giants were all powerful and shone like stars in the sky.
However, they didn't participate in the battle against Jiang Tian on the eighteen island and the Ancient Demon Abyss. Because they had a more important responsibility, which was to protect the Xuanming Cold Spring and the ancient lotus.
"The Grand Chancellor of the Academy, Yan Hua, has sent a flying sword message, saying that they're no match for Kang Tae-chu. Prince Chun Yu has died and they've retreated to the Hai Lan World!"
A short Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord with chicken skin and a crane's head said with a bitter face.
"And I've just received a message from my disciple. Kang Tae-chu is invincible and has already conquered Winterfell. He's going to conquer the North Sea World. He'll definitely come to the Xuanming Grotto-heaven to settle the score!"
"Yan Hua is so cowardly and heartless. How dare he abandon his fellow cultivators!"
A tall and burly man with a curly beard who looked like an angry King Kong said angrily.
"Elder Wu, Yan Hua belongs to the Academy. And we belong to the Sword God of the Ruins Emperor Palace. The Academy and the Sword God don't agree with each other. Prince Qiu Ming and Prince Chun Yu have always been fighting for power. Now that he's suffered, why would he help us? "
A handsome cultivator with a long sword on his back who looked like an ancient scholar sneered with a piercing gaze.
His name was Zhou Ziyan and he was one of Prince Qiu Ming's trusted subordinates. He was a peak-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator and a peerless Sword Cultivator.
Three hundred years ago, there was a riot in Zhangzhou in the Ruins of Immortality. He had once quelled it and killed ten Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords with a slash. He was famous in the Ruins of Immortality and had a deep prestige.
The short elder with chicken skin and a crane's head sighed and said bitterly, "We can't leave.
"Leave? You can't leave. This Xuanming Grotto-heaven was originally built as an imperial residence for His Majesty, the Ruins Emperor. When he awakens, he can tour the lower realms and stay there. If we can't defend it, we'll be sentenced to death! "
"We have to defend it, but Kang Tae-chu is so strong and fierce. Even the three Golden Crow Guards, Yan Hua and Prince Chun Yu were defeated. We're the only ones left. It's really difficult to defend it alone! "
The bearded Elder Wu's hair and beard were completely red, as if they were burning with flames. He said in an irritable tone,
"Elder Ai, you're born a coward. You're worried about this and afraid of that. If Kang Tae-chu really dares to come, I'll smack him into meat paste! "
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