After obtaining 20 Hearts of the Black Iron Sinners, Chu Mu let the two go.
They were just two Four-Star Saints, so he could kill them or not. Moreover, Chu Mu had already promised them that as long as he answered their questions, he would let them live.
He would not make promises easily, but once he made a promise, he would definitely keep it.
After gaining a better understanding of the Land of Exile, Chu Mu gradually formed a plan in his mind.
As he moved forward quickly, he played with a heart in his hand.
This was a fist-sized heart. Its color wasn't bright red, but instead a black iron color. Holding it in his hand, Chu Mu could feel the warmth within. He could also feel the energy contained within, an extremely berserk energy.
This was the heart of a Black Iron Sinner. Its skin was very tough, as if it was made of black iron. Chu Mu could not damage it at all even when he used 30% of his strength. It should be known that his Divine Body was at the peak of Level 4, and his strength was extremely terrifying. He could easily crush refined steel into powder. 30% of his strength could even crush steel that had been refined ten thousand times. However, he could not do anything to this Black Iron Heart.
Chu Mu did not increase his strength. He was just casually testing it out.
Next, he tried to absorb the violent energy in the Black Iron Sinner's Heart to see if he could absorb and refine it. He found that he could not absorb the violent energy in it at all, let alone refine it.
"What a magical thing," Chu Mu said to himself. With a flip of his hand, he put the Black Iron Sinner's Heart into his spatial ring.
According to what he had heard, the Sinner's Heart had many uses. It could be sacrificed to the Onyx God Greatsword to stimulate the sword's power. It could also be used as currency to purchase and so on.
"Sword power from Level 1 to Level 3 can be obtained by sacrificing a Black Iron Sinner's Heart. Level 4 to Level 6 can be obtained by sacrificing a Bronze Sinner's Heart. Level 7 to Level 9 can be obtained by sacrificing a Silver Sinner's Heart. Then, what if I sacrifice a Gold Sinner's Heart?" Chu Mu thought to himself.
Then, he shook his head. It had been a long time since a Gold-level Sinner had appeared. Moreover, the strength of a Silver-level Sinner had already surpassed most Nine-star Saints. Judging from the increase in strength between Sinners, a Gold-level Sinner might be equivalent to a peerless expert.
Chu Mu was quite clear about the strength of a peerless expert because he had seen it with his own eyes.
With his current strength, even if he encountered a Silver-level Sinner, he would still die, let alone a Gold-level Sinner.
Thankfully, the Sinners were less active during the day. Only at night was the best time for the Sinners to appear.
The weather in the land of exiles changed very quickly and without any pattern.
When Chu Mu first entered, he saw the dry and cracked earth and the sky full of cracks. He didn't know when, but the temperature of the air had started to drop. Moreover, it was extremely fast. The drastic change was something Chu Mu could clearly feel.
He looked up at the sky. The cracks in the sky were still there, but the air was becoming moist and cold. A grey-white dot condensed and floated down from the sky like a feather. As the first dot fell, more and more grey-white dots condensed.
As the grey-white dots floated down, the temperature of the air dropped again.
This was snow, grey-white snow.
He stretched out his hand and let a piece of grey-white snow fall on his palm. It melted in his palm. Chu Mu could feel the coldness and a trace of chaos in it. It was a chaotic aura that would affect one's mind.
Even the falling snow had the unique aura of the land of exiles.
More and more grey-white snow fell, becoming denser and denser. Chu Mu started to feel cold. With his cultivation at the Fourth Sky of the Aeon and his peak Fourth Sky Saint Body, he actually felt cold. This meant that the grey-white snow was extremely cold. Ordinary low-level Saints would probably feel uncomfortable.
Chu Mu's guess was right. At this time, almost all the cultivators outside had returned. This was because the weather would only get colder and colder. It would be unbearable.
As time passed, Chu Mu could feel that the temperature was getting lower and lower. Moreover, the grey-white snow was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire sky. Even his vision was blocked. Moreover, when Chu Mu spread out his soul power, he discovered that his soul power was disturbed by the chaotic aura in the grey-white snow. It became unstable and intermittent.
"Bad weather," Chu Mu muttered. He couldn't help but speed up.
As the snow fell, the sky gradually darkened.
…
The gate of the Iron-Wing Camp was closed. Those cultivators who were guarding the gate were wearing special thick robes, which could better resist the gradually approaching cold.
The land of exiles had existed for countless years. At first, it was desolate and uninhabited. However, after cultivators came here, it gradually changed.
Most of the cultivators who came here were humans. Other than them, there were also other races. No matter what race they were, they all had their own civilizations. There were more or less similarities between these civilizations.
Although true cultivators would endure all kinds of environments, they would naturally wish for better conditions if they could. Therefore, gradually, camps were built one after another. With the development, the camps gradually expanded and became cities.
With cities, there would naturally be rulers. There would be divisions of power.
When there were powers, there would naturally be conflicts.
Humans were intelligent creatures. Although they revered the strong, some people would also pursue power and influence while pursuing personal strength. Great power and influence could bring more benefits and further strengthen themselves.
In conflicts, some people would win and some would lose. There were also people who didn't want to be inferior to others. Therefore, other camps appeared in addition to the cities.
Every camp represented a force. In the Land of Exile, there were more than ten camps, but there were only five cities.
These five cities represented the five most powerful powers in the land of exiles. It would be difficult for a sixth city to appear.
The Ironwing Camp was one of the dozens of camps. It was built and controlled by a power called the Ironwing Army.
The camp was surrounded by walls made of black logs as thick as the waists of ten-meter-tall burly men. They were sharpened and inserted into the ground to form walls. These black logs were a type of tree that was abundant in the land of exiles. They were called Black Ironwood.
Black Ironwood was extremely hard. Even a low-level Saint's attack would find it difficult to damage it.
If this thing was transported to the outside world, it would definitely be worth a lot. Unfortunately, Black Ironwood was unique to the land of exiles. Once it left the land of exiles, it would decay and become weak.
Using Black Ironwood as walls, together with the Sealing Carving Records, could greatly increase the defensive power. Even a mid-level Saint's attack would not be able to damage it. It was perfect to defend against the attacks of the sinners.
It was best not to fly in the land of exiles. The higher one went, the more dangerous it was. If one was not careful and encountered a spatial crack, one would die silently.
At the gate of the Ironwing Camp, two guards took out wine gourds and opened them. A wave of hot steam rushed out.
Gurgling sounds came from the wine gourds. It sounded like boiling oil.
After taking a small sip, the two guards' faces immediately changed. They became rosier and redder, like cooked prawns. They even emitted hot steam.
After a while, the two guards exhaled a mouthful of hot air. As soon as the hot air left their mouths, it immediately turned into a white breath and shot out like a sword.
"No matter how many times I've drunk it, I still find it very stimulating every time I drink it."
"I think it's disgusting."
"It can't be helped. If we don't drink it, it'll be hard to resist the cold."
"I wonder how long the gray snow will last this time."
"It's hard to say. The weather changes too quickly in this damned place. I'm worried about the sinners. This is the time when the sinners are most active. I wonder if the camp will be attacked."
As the two of them conversed, their eyes were extremely sharp as they observed their surroundings. They also tried their best to spread out their Spiritual Energy, paying attention to all the movements in the surroundings. However, the gray snow was too big and too dense. It severely interfered with their vision and Spiritual Energy.
…
Shivering slightly, Chu Mu took out a bottle of wine and drank it. However, the wine didn't make his body feel warm.
The coldness brought by the gray snow invaded from the outside to the inside. As time passed, the coldness also emerged and spread from the inside to the outside. Under the combination of the inside and the outside, the coldness became even heavier.
With his cultivation base of the Fourth Sky of the Aeon and his peak Fourth Sky Saint Body, he still felt the coldness. It showed how serious the coldness was at this time. An ordinary low-level Saint Realm expert would probably be frozen stiff.
A light flashed in his mind. Chu Mu took out the Five Elements Spirit Cleansing Dew and drank it. As soon as the dew entered his body, it immediately dissolved and spread. The coldness seemed to want to destroy Chu Mu's body.
"It's effective." Chu Mu was secretly happy.
Usually, when taking the Five Elements Spirit Cleansing Dew, he could only absorb it slowly. Although the final effect was the same, the time it took was many times longer.
Now, the pressure brought by the coldness only made Chu Mu feel a little. It was not enough, but it could already accelerate the absorption of the Five Elements Spirit Cleansing Dew to a certain extent.
In 30 years, no, less than 30 years, Chu Mu had to strengthen himself as much as possible in all aspects. He had to be more powerful. The best thing was to have the strength to compete with the peerless experts.
Whether he could do it or not, Chu Mu didn't know and had no confidence. He could only do his best and not let go of any opportunity to strengthen himself. The current coldness was a kind of opportunity.
As he walked, Chu Mu's hair and shoulders were covered with gray snow.
His eyes were incomparably sharp, like a sharp sword, looking straight ahead. His hearing was raised to the extreme. The sound of falling gray snow entered his ears clearly. In the case of the interference of the Spiritual Energy, the role of the Fifth Realm of Swordsmanship was played to the extreme.
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