Chu Mo believed that as long as he passed the Ancient Sky Stairway Tower and participated in the Ancient Sky Stairway Trial, he would be able to meet a big shot …
Even Mu Zhangshi and Tu Shuangshuang agreed that Chu Mo had no intention of doing anything about the Ancient Sky Stairway.
What was taking it for granted?
This was it.
They all believed that their thinking was correct, and they used this correctness as the correct way to deduce the development of the situation.
But Xie Tian was different.
Xie Tian had always thought that he was in someone else's chessboard, and he had always been fighting to jump out of that countless chessboard to survive.
Therefore, he, who was very experienced, was very clear that what he thought was correct was actually only what he thought …
Once it jumped out of his own scope and fell into the hands of an outsider, who knew how many mistakes there would be.
Therefore, this was also a big reason why he was able to develop his abnormal objectivity.
He, like everyone else, knew the importance of understanding his enemies and opponents.
But he wouldn't add this to his own deduction as the only thing he could rely on to judge his opponents and their actions.
He knew that this could very well lead him to eternal damnation.
Therefore, he often did things in an extreme way, jumping out of his opponent's, outsiders', and even his own judgment. He would either put pressure on them or take drastic measures.
This also made it impossible for others to predict what he would do.
Because it was unpredictable, he could often bring shock and horror to others hundreds of times.
For example, Wu Dong at this moment.
Wu Dong, who thought that he would never know what the Demons' territory was like in this lifetime, was now experiencing it firsthand.
He thought that he couldn't even withstand the Di Wind in the Demons' territory …
But Xie Tian, who was walking in front of him, helped him block 90% of the Di Wind.
He believed that it was impossible for him to survive in the territory of the Demon Race, where a Bewitching Saber would fly past if he wasn't careful …
But under the premise that Xie Tian dealt with the Bewitching Knife with a punch when he was not paying attention, he walked in the Demons' territory for a whole half a month.
…
Such a strong difference not only brought extreme shock and horror to Wu Dong, but it also deeply tortured him at the same time.
When his sect was destroyed by some soldiers, he didn't collapse.
Although he had been living alone on the Human-Demon battlefield, he did not collapse.
He was bullied by countless people in countless scavenger camps, but he still did not collapse.
However, this half a month's journey had pushed him to the brink of collapse.
Moreover, he was on the verge of collapse even though his resistance had been greatly enhanced by Xie Tian.
At this moment, he truly understood why the territory of the Demons was called the Forbidden Land, and why only a handful of people in the history of the Nine Heavens were able to enter and exit it.
He really didn't want to be like these people.
But he also wanted to be like these people.
Otherwise, he would really die in the territory of the Devil Race … …
With such thoughts in mind, Wu Dong continued to follow Xie Tian's footsteps with great difficulty and courage.
He didn't know how long it would take to reach the Scorching Sun Valley.
Just the periphery of the Demons' territory was enough to make his soul tremble to the extreme.
At this time, the slightest movement could possibly pierce through his last bit of tenacity and cause him to collapse.
But at this moment …
"Haha!"
Xie Tian laughed loudly. Wu Dong felt like he had heard his own death knell and fell to the ground with a thud.
Xie Tian looked back and said, "Then you rest, I'll go ahead …"
"Don't! Don't, don't, don't! "
Wu Dong, who was originally waiting for death, jumped high into the air!
"Together! Together! "
After traveling for another three days, Wu Dong finally understood why Xie Tian laughed.
In this territory of the Demons, what was the most worth being happy about?
It was nothing more than leaving the Demons' territory.
And the second most important thing was meeting his own kind — —
Although the same kind that appeared in front of Wu Dong now was even more miserable than the Hunyuan Immortal Sect's supreme being who only had a trace of his soul left in his finger.
Xie Tian squatted down and carefully examined a jade bottle buried in the sand.
The jade bottle was broken, about a foot and a half high and full of cracks.
But it was inside this broken jade bottle that there was a trace of a soul that was about to be extinguished.
After observing for a while, even Xie Tian, who had Little Golden Dragon, felt that he didn't have much confidence in restoring the soul.
"How is it, do you have a way?"
Hearing this, Wu Dong also squatted down and frowned.
"This … sigh …"
"Why are you sighing?"
Wu Dong shook his head and sighed, "Xie Shao, I've encountered this kind of situation before, without exception. Send him on his way."
"In other words, it's not that it can't be saved, but the price of saving him is too high?"
"Exactly." Wu Dong laughed self-deprecatingly, "When the price reaches a certain level, soldiers are no different from scavengers. No one will save this kind of soldiers who are no different from dead. After all, the resources needed to save them are almost the same as training a new one."
"That's the only way."
Xie Tian sighed and stood up. Just when Wu Dong thought that Xie Tian was going to give up …
A golden dragon drilled out of Xie Tian's body and carefully entered the jade bottle.
He was very worried that Little Golden Dragon's act of entering the jade bottle would extinguish the fire of life of the remnant soul.
Fortunately, Xie Tian's control of power was extremely abnormal …
After half an hour, when the state of the remnant soul was a little better, Xie Tian cautiously took the jade bottle out of the sand and put it into his own Dao Pond.
"Phew …"
After doing this, Xie Tian couldn't help but sweat.
When one's life was at its weakest point, even the slightest movement was equivalent to killing someone.
Seeing Xie Tian act like this, Wu Dong's heart trembled slightly. The panic from the Demons' territory had unconsciously faded a little.
"Let's go." Xie Tian took out the map and carefully compared it again. Then he confirmed, "In about three months, we'll reach the edge of the Scorching Sun Valley."
Wu Dong felt a little more at ease for the rest of the journey.
But as they went deeper, all aspects of the tragic battle in the Scorching Sun Valley three thousand years ago appeared in front of him to different degrees.
This kind of display was not of broken limbs, nor was it a bloody mess. Instead, it was a kind of fermented aura of death.
Mixed in this aura of death was despair and bitterness that Wu Dong had never felt before.
He even heard the helpless and sorrowful cries of the soldiers who encountered the Demons three thousand years ago in the Di Wind …
Even after three thousand years, all of this still didn't disappear.
During the three months, Xie Tian and Little Golden Dragon didn't meet any remnant soul that was worth saving.
And the remnant soul in Xie Tian's Dao Pond, in Xie Tian's opinion, was also slowly improving in a way that went against the laws of life.
Seeing this, Xie Tian stopped moving forward.
After another ten days, the remnant soul in the jade bottle finally recovered to the point where it could instinctively send out strands of divine consciousness.
After discovering this, Xie Tian carefully sent out his divine consciousness to contact the consciousness that was still in chaos …
Then …
Boom!
A scene of an apocalyptic battle blasted into Xie Tian's mind, causing him to instantly bleed from his orifices.
(End of this chapter)
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