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Chapter 250

Words:1929Update:22/06/17 20:17:28

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The destruction of the remnants of the Great Moon Dynasty didn't cause much of a stir, and no one even knew about it.

How could the people who came to this world from the World of Eight Cultivators care about such a small accident?

Almost at the same time, the cities and sects at the borders of the World of Eight Cultivators were attacked, and the casualties were uncountable.

... The most important thing was that many people didn't know what was going on.

That night was bloody and cruel.

Shen Zhenyi stayed on the top floor of the Dream Sword Villa, looking at the stars in the sky until the eastern sky turned bright.

The blood-colored morning glow dyed the surroundings red, and it was sad and serene.

If he had more time, he might have been able to reduce the number of sacrifices. But at the same time, there were more sacrifices in other places, so Shen Zhenyi could only let nature take its course.

"The World of Seven Wounds …"

He faintly sighed.

White fog rose from the vast earth, and hundreds of beasts howled, hiding countless horrors.

The sky was already bright.

The many martial artists who had gathered at the entrance of the Abandoned Sword Villa received urgent reports from all over the world early in the morning, so they naturally knew that the World of Eight Cultivators had undergone a great change.

"This … is it really as recorded in the legends, that the World of Eight Cultivators has risen to a higher level?"

"But, didn't they say that after ascending, the world of immortals would be full of beautiful flowers? How could there be so many terrifying beasts? "

"There were so many bloody cases last night, and it was so terrifying. Is the Third Young Master Shen aware of this? We … we want to ask the Third Young Master Shen for advice. "

These panic-stricken martial artists rushed to the glorious but broken entrance of the Abandoned Sword Villa.

Unfortunately, because of the Spirit Blood Flying White Formation, the Abandoned Sword Villa was still not a place that just anyone could enter, even if the bronze swords at the entrance were broken.

Only a few highly respected seniors had the opportunity to become Shen Shou's honored guests through their connections. They anxiously waited in the parlor early in the morning, hoping to invite the Third Young Master Shen to answer their questions.

Shen Shou was also complaining incessantly. He also knew nothing about the new world. He had to wait for his son. How could he deal with all these people's questions?

"Everyone, please calm down!"

He could only raise his hands with all his might and try his best to suppress the noise of the crowd. "Third Brother will be here soon. We still have to wait for him to decide what the rules of this world are."

While persuading him, he also ordered someone to ask, "Why isn't The Third Prince here yet?"

Shen Zhenyi was taking a bath and changing his clothes.

He changed into a brand new set of white robes. Looking at his spotless robes, he sighed softly.

Before long, the new clothes would be stained with blood.

"Let's go to the lobby."

He led Zi Ningjun, Cynanchum Chinense, and Princess Long forward.

No matter how cruel the truth was, there had to be someone to convey it.

Knowing where the danger was was was much better than dying without knowing anything.

"The Third Young Master Shen is here!"

"The Third Young Master Shen is here!"

Before Shen Zhenyi reached the front yard, there were already people waiting at the moon cave entrance between Dream Sword Villa and the front hall of the villa. As soon as they saw his figure, they shouted loudly.

Everyone rushed out of the front hall and surrounded Shen Zhenyi. Everyone smiled and asked, "The Third Prince, where are we after this Moon Decapitation?"

"Will the tragedy in this world spread?"

Shen Zhenyi sighed and nodded. "Although I haven't seen the tragedy in this world, I think this is just the beginning."

"What?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and asked in surprise, "Please tell us, Young Master."

Shen Zhenyi nodded. "This matter concerns the lives of everyone in the World of Eight Cultivators. Of course, I will tell you everything I know."

"This place is called the Seven Wounds World."

He looked into the distance. The white fog in this world was getting thicker and thicker.

The Seven Wounds World was originally a place shrouded in fog.

This place was vast and many times larger than the World of Eight Cultivators. The level of martial arts here was also many times higher.

However, this wasn't a martial artist's paradise.

Unlike the order in the World of Eight Cultivators, everything here was chaotic and barbaric.

The strong preyed on the weak, and the cruelty was unparalleled.

In contrast, although the World of Eight Cultivators had a huge mountain like the Great Moon Dynasty to suppress the geniuses, at least these martial artists had room to grow and live.

And in the Seven Wounds World, survival was the most important thing.

"Is this Seven Wounds World really so terrifying?"

Someone's face turned pale and couldn't help but ask Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi turned his head to look at Lord Zi Ningjun and sighed. "Unfortunately, only Lord Zi Ningjun and I have entered the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm. If Fu Potian was here, he should be able to feel it.

"This Seven Wounds World is an enlarged version of the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm."

In other words, the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm was just a fragment of the Seven Wounds World.

Since the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm hadn't been connected to the eye of the moon, the violent true qi in the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm didn't disperse and didn't form a complete space like the World of Eight Cultivators. Instead, it became a strange fragment drifting in the universe.

Inside this fragment were many terrifying things of the Seven Wounds World.

For example, the vicious beasts.

"The Seven Wounds World is more like the world of the vicious beasts than the world of humans."

Shen Zhenyi sighed.

In the World of Eight Cultivators and Nine Netherworlds, the lifespan of the beasts was limited. Due to the insufficient concentration of true qi, they didn't have the ability to challenge the wisdom of humans. But in the Seven Wounds World, the lifespan of the vicious beasts was greatly extended. They instinctively absorbed the higher concentration of true qi in the world to strengthen themselves. In the end, they relied on themselves to develop countless divine powers and even martial arts that far surpassed that of humans.

Due to their advantage in size, number, and talent, the vicious beasts were able to gain the upper hand in a battle with humans even though they didn't necessarily have the wisdom of humans.

In the Seven Wounds World, humans couldn't control the entire continent. Instead, they built high walls to form strong fortresses to resist the attacks of the beasts.

— This was the precious experience gained through years of fighting and sacrificing lives and blood.

As for the natives who had just ascended from the lower world — sorry, most of them were just bait for the vicious beasts. The local martial artists basically didn't have the ability or opportunity to rescue them.

"You … what did you say?"

Everyone present was in an uproar. Even Shen Shou and the others couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Shen … Third Young Master Shen, if you already knew about this, why did you still want to use the Moon Decapitation?"

Someone couldn't help but ask in a sharp voice.

Shen Zhenyi was the strongest person in the World of Eight Cultivators. It was him who used the Moon Decapitation to ascend to immortality and brought everyone to this desperate situation!

"Because the Moon Decapitation to ascend to immortality is imperative."

Shen Zhenyi indifferently replied.

To him, his gaze was always fixed on the horizon.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the lives that had been lost. It was just that he was still powerless. If he was just a little slower, the number of people who would die would be hundreds of millions of times greater!

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