The two of them walked out of the courtyard and quickly blended into the crowd.
Luo Qiang's eyes flickered as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating.
Wutian said indifferently, "You can choose to stay, I won't force you."
He understood Luo Qiang's thoughts at a glance. He had finally reunited with his father and received this long-awaited care, but he had to leave before he could enjoy it. He found it hard to accept.
Actually, he couldn't be blamed. Wutian admitted that if he were in Luo Qiang's shoes, he would have done the same.
"If it weren't for Master, I'm afraid I would never have been able to avenge my mother. If it weren't for Master, I would still be a helpless, hesitant, pitiful worm struggling with all my might. Master has given me a new lease of life, and I will never forget this kindness. Therefore, wherever Master goes, I will go!"
Wutian's appearance had changed Luo Qiang's life. He was deeply grateful, and at the same time, he, who had lived in a corner since he was young, also wanted to see the outside world and see the geniuses and talents of the outside world.
"I don't need you to repay me. Think carefully." After saying this, Wutian didn't say anything else and directly flew towards Luo Chengyou's palace.
Along the way, he naturally attracted a lot of curious and shocked gazes.
It had been two days since the battle at the Heavenly Sun Tribe, and everyone was still discussing it with relish. Now that they saw him in person, their eyes were wide open with respect and fear as they looked at this god-like existence.
Wu Tian did not pay attention to these gazes and discussions. Not long after, he arrived at Luo Chengyou's hall.
When Wutian arrived at the tribe, Luo Chengyou had already received the news, so he had been waiting here in advance. When he saw Wutian, he immediately went up to him and smiled, "Brother Wutian, you're finally here. I thought you had already left."
Wutian cupped his hands, "I will definitely leave, but before I leave, can I ask Patriarch Luo for a favor?"
Luo Chengyou's face sank. "Brother Wutian, you're treating me like an outsider. Based on the great kindness you've shown me and the Southern Mountain Tribe, as long as it's not something that offends the heavens and reason, just say the word. If I say no, I'll definitely suffer the wrath of the heavens."
Wutian smiled indifferently, "Leader Luo, you're exaggerating. My request is very simple. In the 1st Layer of Heaven, there's a tribe called Tantai. They have some connections with me, so I hope you can help them when they're in danger."
"So it's just this. Alright, tomorrow I'll send two Large Completion Stage, five Small Completion Stage, and ten Early Completion Stage cultivators to the Tantai Tribe." Luo Chengyou readily agreed.
"In that case, on behalf of the Tantai Tribe, I will thank you in advance." Wutian cupped his hands and sat on a chair. After thinking for a while, he asked, "I wonder if Patriarch Luo has heard of the Sky Yin Fruit?"
"Heavenly Yin Fruit?" After pondering for a while, Luo Chengyou frowned and said, "Brother Wutian, are you talking about the imperial medicine that can bring the dead back to life, the Heavenly Yin Tree?"
"Imperial medicine? Heavenly Yin Tree? "This time, Wutian was puzzled.
Luo Chengyou looked at him deeply. It was said that the Heavenly Yin Tree was the only imperial medicine in the seventh layer of heaven. However, this was only a legend and had never been confirmed.
It was said that this tree took a thousand years to bloom, a thousand years to bear fruit, and a thousand years to mature. After maturing, if it was not plucked in time within two hours, it would automatically disappear. If a woman successfully plucked it, not only would she be able to come back to life after consuming it, she would also be able to open the Heavenly Yin Fiend Body. On the contrary, if a man were to consume it, his soul would be destroyed and his true body would melt.
In other words, the Heavenly Yin Fruit was only useful to women, but to men, it was a hot potato.
"Yes, that's it!"
Wutian was excited. His hands were clenched into fists, and his body was trembling slightly. He anxiously asked, "Has Patriarch Luo ever heard of where the Heavenly Yin Tree has appeared?"
"Brother Wutian, you might be disappointed. The Heavenly Yin Tree is only a legend, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes." After Luo Chengyou finished speaking, he glanced at Wutian and saw his lonely and sad expression. Presumably, the Heavenly Yin Fruit would be of great use to him.
Thus, after pondering for a while, Luo Chengyou said, "Brother Wutian, you don't have to be discouraged. Although no one has seen the Heavenly Yin Tree, there have been rumors about it. According to the rumors, it has appeared in the eighth layer of heaven."
"Really?!" Wutian suddenly stood up, pleasantly surprised and excited.
Luo Chengyou shook his head, "Whether it's true or not, I don't dare to be sure. I believe that no one in the seventh layer of heaven can be sure. If, and I'm only saying if, if the Heavenly Yin Tree is really in the eighth layer of heaven, with Brother Wutian's current strength, even if you successfully enter, you might not be able to obtain it. "
"Why is that?" Wutian was puzzled.
"I believe that Brother Wutian has also heard that the Absolute Yin Ruins are the graveyard of the Ancient Gods and Devils. Moreover, Brother is probably wondering why there is no news about the Ancient Gods and Devils in the entire seventh layer of heaven."
Wutian nodded.
Luo Chengyou's expression was solemn as he said, "Because the true graveyard of the Ancient Gods and Devils is in the eighth layer of heaven!"
This news was something that very few people, even among the chiefs of the first rank tribes in the seventh layer of heaven, knew about, let alone Wutian. He was stunned on the spot.
Luo Chengyou continued slowly, "No one knows where the graveyard of the Ancient Gods and Devils came from, and no one knows how long it has existed, but it really does exist.
Three thousand years ago, there was a senior who went in, but he died a few days after coming out. As for the things inside, he did not reveal a single word. He only said that one must not enter the eighth layer of heaven.
This person's death was very strange, and there were no signs. Countless people were speculating. Some said that he was killed by the spirit of the Ancient Gods and Devils. Some said that there were living Ancient Gods and Devils in the eighth layer of heaven, and this person trespassed and was killed …
Although these were only speculations, everyone chose to believe it was true rather than not. From then on, no one dared to enter the eighth layer of heaven. "
Wutian heard this and sat back in his chair, his brows tightly knitted into a line. Luo Chengyou's words might be a little exaggerated, but there was no smoke without fire. There must be some things that were true.
No matter who heard the words Ancient Gods and Devils, they could not help but feel their hair stand on end, and he was no exception.
Luo Qiang said solemnly, "Master, whether it is true or not, as long as you go, I am willing to follow you."
Wutian acted as if he did not hear it, and lowered his head in contemplation.
Luo Chengyou asked in a low voice, "Qiang'er, did Brother Wutian agree to accept you as his disciple?"
Luo Qiang nodded, "I want to go to the outside world, and even more, I want to go to the ancestral land. Father won't disagree, right?"
"Father naturally won't refuse, but Brother Wutian wants to go to the Ancient Gods and Devils' Graveyard. Although I haven't really been there, I know from the rumors that it is not a good place, so you have to think carefully," Luo Chengyou said with deep meaning.
Luo Qiang smiled, "Without experiencing wind and rain and bumps, how can I become an expert that makes people tremble? I am not afraid!"
"Since you have decided, I will not persuade you anymore. But you have to remember, if you really return to the ancestral land, don't forget that there is still an old father and sister waiting for you here …"
As he spoke, Luo Chengyou's eyes became moist. He had just met his child a few days ago, and he had not had time to make up for the past. Now, he had to face separation, and it might be an eternal separation. He was really reluctant to part with him.
However, this was the child's choice, and he could not stop him. He could only pray silently in his heart.
At this time, Wutian raised his head and said with a hoarse voice, "Patriarch Luo, I want to ask, which senior from three thousand years ago lived?"
Luo Chengyou could tell what Wutian was thinking with a single glance. He sighed in his heart and said frankly, "It has been too long, and the exact place has long disappeared in the long river of history. I only know that senior is called Wei Han. If you really want to find it, you can go to the Golden Origin Mountain Range. If you are lucky, you might find something."
"Where is the Golden Origin Mountain Range?"
Luo Chengyou thought for a moment and said, "It's in the Fifth Heaven, about five million miles away from here, in the northwest direction."
"Luo Qiang, stay here and reunite with your family. I will come and pick you up when I go to the Golden Origin Mountain Range." Before Luo Chengyou finished speaking, Wutian's figure had already disappeared. The remaining words echoed in the hall.
The Golden Origin Mountain Range was vast and boundless, with overlapping mountains. At first glance, the entire mountain range seemed to be made of gold, shining with a dazzling golden radiance!
Wutian did not rest, and after five days, he arrived in the air above the mountain range. He looked down at the endless mountain range and extended his perception, searching every inch of the land.
Wei Han was the only person to have entered the eighth layer, so he might have left behind some information before he died. Although this was only Wutian's guess, he still wanted to try and see if he could find any clues, even if it was just the tiniest bit.
The power of wind gushed out as he pushed his speed to the limit, avoiding some terrifying vicious beasts. In this way, Wutian searched for ten days before he finally found a trace of soul energy fluctuations on a small, unremarkable mountain.
That's right, it was soul energy fluctuations.
Could Wei Han be a forbidden master?
With this thought in mind, Wutian landed on the small mountain. This mountain was not large, only around two thousand feet in height and three thousand feet in width. Shrubs and weeds grew on it, and there were also dozens of small trees as thick as an arm that swayed in the wind.
This place was very desolate, and in this towering mountain, it was very unremarkable and easy to overlook.
However, Wutian believed in his own perception, because along the way, every place, every mountain, was basically filled with pairs of flying insects and groups of monsters. Only this place was so quiet that it was like a dead land.
Wandering in the forest, after a moment, Wutian stopped in front of a thick bush. His eyes flickered as he caught a trace of darkness from the small gap in the bush.
The soul energy fluctuations became even more intense.
Wutian waved his palm, and power gushed out. With a bang, the bush was immediately turned to ash, revealing a pitch-black hole. Above the hole, a thin curtain of light appeared, emitting a faint light.
"It really is a restriction!" Wutian was shocked. Moreover, this restriction was quite extraordinary. After being tempered for three thousand years, it was still able to block his attack.
Walking forward, he placed his palm on the light curtain. After carefully sensing it, he determined that this restriction was an eighth-rank restriction.
For Wutian, whose soul power had reached the King rank, an eighth-rank restriction naturally could not trap him. In less than fifteen minutes, he broke through the restriction. However, he did not immediately enter. Instead, he summoned his Spirit Flame and had it float above his head before slowly walking in.
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