The Ancient Path of the Human Race was a path of cultivation, but it was fraught with danger. Only by surviving could one become strong.
Guling had brought her Junior Brothers, Disciples, and Martial Nephews onto the Ancient Path. Although the path was extremely dangerous, they did not regret it.
At that moment, Guling and the others stopped in front of an impregnable pass. This pass had been in ruins for a long time. The walls were thousands of meters tall, and there were huge cracks all over them.
Some places had even been blasted into huge craters.
"Master, that is …"
Yan 'er suddenly pointed to a place and exclaimed.
Guling looked in the direction that Yan 'er was pointing at and saw that a part of the wall had caved in, forming a large pit. In the center of the pit, there was a broken arrow stuck in.
"That is …"
When Guling saw this, she couldn't help but be startled. Looking closely, she saw that the arrow in the hole was rusted and almost rotten. It seemed that someone had attacked this pass countless years ago. The arrow had struck the wall, creating a large hole.
She could still sense a faintly discernible fiendish aura from the broken arrow.
"How powerful!"
Guling was moved. The person who had shot this arrow had to be extremely powerful. He was probably on par with her father, Gu Fei!
"Senior Sister, why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
Zhao Hao said uneasily as he looked at the open city gates.
The open city gate was pitch-black, like a gaping mouth that could swallow any living creature that approached the city gate at any time.
Along the way, Zhao Hao had experienced countless battles, and he had gradually matured. His still somewhat immature face was now filled with unswerving determination.
Whether it was Zhao Hao, Yan 'er, or Meng Long, their cultivation bases and temperaments had all been tempered and tempered, and their cultivation bases had been greatly improved.
"Master, should we take a detour or go in?"
Yan 'er, who usually liked to bicker with Zhao Hao, did not try to cause trouble for him.
"Why are we on the Ancient Path?"
Guling asked earnestly as she looked at the impregnable pass in front of them.
"Master, we know what to do."
Yan 'er nodded and walked forward.
Zhao Hao hurriedly followed. A powerful aura surged from his body and streams of Earth-elemental essence circled around him. A mighty pressure spread from his body.
"Senior Uncle, we'd better be careful. It would be bad if those bastards from the Dongfang Family ambushed us inside."
Meng Long stood beside Guling and watched as Zhao Hao and Yan 'er walked toward the city gates.
Compared to when Meng Long had first stepped onto the Ancient Road of the Human Race, his aura had undergone a fundamental change. A murderous aura lingered around his body.
Meng Long had gone through countless life and death battles, so he was able to form such a murderous aura.
Meng Long's appearance had also changed. He now had a full beard and a scar on the left side of his face. It was also because of this scar that he looked rough and ferocious.
He was Gu Zhong's disciple, Gu Fei's grand disciple, so Gu Ling was naturally his Martial Uncle.
"Then go in and take a look."
Gulin said to Meng Long.
"Me again?"
Meng Long's head immediately drooped when he heard Gulin's words. It seemed that he had been leading the charge ever since he stepped onto the Ancient Road of the Human Race.
"If it's not you, then it's me? Hurry up and go! "
Gulin reached out and grabbed Meng Long, then threw him toward the city gates.
"Don't, Martial Uncle!"
Meng Long screamed as he flew over Zhao Hao and Yan 'er's heads. He flew through the open city gates and landed on his back with a loud bang.
Zhao Hao and Yan 'er stopped in place, smiling as they looked at Meng Long lying on the ground. They were used to seeing things like this, and weren't surprised at all.
At this time, Meng Long hurriedly climbed up from the ground and looked around. He saw that the surroundings were gloomy and seemed to be shrouded in mist. Inside the city gate was a wide bluestone road paved with thick bluestone.
There were houses on both sides of the bluestone road. These houses were all built with hard stones, but most of the doors and windows of the houses were missing.
Whoosh!
A cold wind blew across the bluestone road, causing Meng Long to shiver uncontrollably.
"Martial Uncle, it seems to be safe inside."
Meng Long called out to Gulin outside the city gates.
"Very well, then we're coming in."
Gulin said as she led Zhao Hao and Yan 'er into the city.
Just as Gu Ling and the others entered the impregnable pass, a dozen figures were gathered in a valley a thousand miles away from the impregnable pass. They seemed to be waiting for something.
Soon, a black figure descended from the sky and landed on a boulder in the valley.
"Elder Qu is here. Let's begin."
A white-haired old man walked out.
"This time, let's see where that little demon girl Gulin can escape to," the black-robed man on the boulder said coldly.
The black-clothed man on the boulder said coldly. This was a black-clothed old man. This old man had a pair of small eyes. His eye sockets were deep, and his gaze was sharp and vicious.
At this moment, Gu Fei had no idea that someone was plotting against his daughter. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't be able to help Gulin solve the problem.
Ancestral God World, Eastern Continent, Primal Chaos Golden Roc Race's ancestral land. Deep within the ancestral vein, Gu Fei sat cross-legged on a large boulder as he breathed in and out the dense earth essence energy around him.
He wanted to use the endless earth essence energy in the ancestral vein to refine his martial body. He wanted to refine his martial body to the highest level possible in the Quasi-Supremacy Realm.
The transformation of the martial body required a nirvana, from the inside to the outside. Only then could the martial body reach the Great Perfection Realm.
While Gu Fei was in seclusion, Cang Que and the others were not idling around. The five great regions of the Ancestral God Realm were in turmoil, and no one knew when the three great forces of the Central Continent would attack.
At this time, the great forces of the East Continent were following the lead of the Chaos Golden Roc Race.
Compared to the other great regions, the East Continent had returned to peace after the baptism of chaos. The great forces of the East Continent had their own concerns, so they couldn't fight for the time being.
However, the internal strife between the three great forces of the Ancestral God Realm's Central Continent would definitely affect the other four great regions. This was an undeniable fact.
Cang Que didn't want the East Continent to fall into turmoil again.
However, the thing that Cang Que didn't want to see the most happened. One morning, a cultivator came to the Chaos Golden Roc Race's ancestral land.
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