The tree qilin contained quite a bit of energy. Du Tulong had been cultivating for nine days and ten nights, but he still hadn't digested all of it. Although his Cultivation was still at the peak of the Ultimate Emperor Realm, his strength was on a completely different level.
At this moment, Du Feng finally understood why he was having such a hard time fighting Xiao Jingshan. He'd just broken through to the peak of the Ultimate Emperor Realm, but compared to those old monsters who'd been stuck there for hundreds or even thousands of years, it was a completely different matter. It seemed that defeating the Poison Monarch of the Western Continent had been an accident. The main reason was that the Poison Monarch used poison, and Du Feng was immune to it. On top of that, the Poison Monarch was just a clone, so he didn't care about that body at all.
If he were to fight Xiao Jingshan again, he wouldn't need Kenji and Xiao Hei's help, nor would he have to wait for Xiao Jingshan to summon the tree qilin. Even if it was Xiao Jingshan at the Pseudo Deva Realm, Du Feng could beat him into submission with his iron fists.
After another three days, Du Feng finally finished absorbing all of the remaining energy. For some reason, Du Tulong was especially generous this time. Apart from taking away the tree qilin's Yao core, he gave all of the remaining energy to Du Feng, greatly improving his condition.
"Let's go. Follow me back."
Du Feng crawled out of the sand dune, bringing the ghost servant and Xiao Hei with him, and plunged into the strong wind zone. He didn't need to wear the porcelain bone armor or be so careful when he passed through the strong wind zone. The gray sand was automatically knocked away when it approached his body. His strength had increased by leaps and bounds.
"Brother Jian, I told you to wait for me."
By the time Du Feng reached the Hellfire Furnace, he found Kenji waiting in the same spot. He'd been waiting for more than ten days by the side of the blazing pit, never once leaving.
"It's nothing. It's good that you're back."
Kenji smiled. He didn't care about such a small matter. He was usually a cold person, and it was rare for him to smile.
"Come, let's get rich together."
Du Feng jumped into the fire pit and took the initiative to lead the way. Because he knew the fire attribute martial arts, he deliberately absorbed the surrounding flames into his body, which reduced the burden for Kenji. The two brothers cooperated very well and soon surpassed the depth at which they had found the Medicine King Tripod last time.
As it continued to descend, the temperature increased. However, now that Du Feng's condition had skyrocketed, dealing with him was not a problem at all. He continued to lead the way, but he slowed down a little. He was a little excited, thinking about what kind of treasures he could find.
Based on Xiao Jingshan's reaction, the Hellfire Crucible definitely contained a lot of treasure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so deranged.
"Look ahead!"
As he descended, he was surrounded by flames, so all he could see was red. However, Du Feng suddenly realized that there was a dot of blue in front of him. He focused his vision and looked deeper. He actually saw the sky, the white clouds, and the grassland. What was going on?
In Du Feng's imagination, there should be a volcanic cavern at the bottom of the Hellfire Crucible, and there should be a lot of treasures hidden inside. Or from the bottom of the Hellfire Crucible, which could directly lead to the eighteen levels of hell, he could go there and chat with Yama Emperor.
But things were very different from what he imagined. Not only was there no Purgatory, no evil spirits, and no treasures. As he descended further, he could see trees growing on the grassland. Perhaps it was autumn, but the leaves began to turn yellow. An old man sat on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk, holding a sheep whip in his hand.
The weeds on the grassland also began to wither, and the cattle and sheep were desperately eating. Before the weeds disappeared, they had to make themselves full so that they could put on autumn fat. Only in this way could they withstand the coming winter.
In late autumn, the willow dew condensed into frost, the withered grass was sparse, and the water was cool.
The path was quiet and misty, the golden wind was bleak, and the wilderness was vast.
The wild geese cried in the sky, and the fallen lotus faced the setting sun.
The clouds were light and the sky was high, and the chrysanthemum was proud. The fat sheep and strong cattle filled the granary.
"Brother Jian, what do you see?"
Du Feng thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him, and asked Kenji again.
In the end, Kenji was really different from what he had described. He saw a sturdy middle-aged man, rowing a boat in the surging river. The sky was dark, and it was drizzling. The river was vast, and the sky and water were a single line. In the west wind, a lone goose that had lost its flock was wailing.
There was actually such a situation. Du Feng also saw the goose. But it wasn't a lone goose, but a flock of geese flying south in a row. Although the autumn wind was blowing, and the grass and trees were beginning to turn yellow, it was still full of life. Because the chrysanthemums were gradually blooming, the cattle and sheep were fat, and the farmers were about to have a harvest. In the distant villages, smoke rose, and the farmers began to busy themselves with dinner. The old man who had been sleeping under the tree woke up, and drove the cattle and sheep home. The old woman at home had already prepared dinner, and was waiting for him to return.
When it came to Kenji, it was like he was rowing a boat in the vast river. There was also a lone goose, wailing in the rain. What did this mean? Du Feng didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't understand it. Everyone had their own concept, and he couldn't judge others.
The two of them stood there in a daze, and continued to observe the hole at the bottom of the Furnace of Hell. What Du Feng saw was that when the old man returned home, a sumptuous dinner had already been laid out on the table. He drank and ate while listening to the old woman's nagging. It was nothing more than letting him drink less to get drunk.
At this age, even if he had some bad habits, he didn't want to change them. The old man continued to drink, and as he drank, he actually fell asleep on the table. The old woman didn't wake him up. Instead, she put a coat on him, and then quietly cleaned up the dishes.
Was this life? Du Feng fell into deep thought. What he saw tomorrow was the life of an ordinary old man in the secular world. Mortals had short lifespans, and they were very fragile. If there was a drought or flood, they could starve. If there was a little wind or rain, they might fall ill. But even if he didn't know why, Du Feng was a little envious of the old man's life.
After the old woman finished cleaning up the table, she quietly took off the old man's wine bag, took a small spoon from a large container, and poured it into the bag. Du Feng glanced at the container, and why did it feel a little familiar?
No, it was not an ordinary wine jar, but a tripod, a bronze tripod. Du Feng thought again. The tripod looked exactly the same as the medicine king tripod he had obtained. What the hell was going on? Why did the containers of the uncles and aunts' wine were exactly the same as his medicine king tripod?
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