This scene was a little horrifying to watch …
If Yu Shangrong had not been mentally prepared for this, he would have been horrified as well.
He stared fixedly at the arm.
The fingers were straight, but the skin seemed young. It did not seem like the arm of someone who practiced with the saber.
Yu Shangrong shook his head. "I'm not that lucky."
The Wuqians were reborn from the earth. If they were lucky, they would not be much different from before. If they were unlucky, they might start as infants. If they did not have much life left, they might die before they could even drink a few mouthfuls of milk. It was a tragic end.
However, based on the arm before him, it was still acceptable.
Puff!
Whoosh!
The soil was sent flying!
A figure that resembled a clay figurine that was not too big stood in the quagmire.
Although Yu Shangrong appeared calm, he was shocked when he saw the Wuqians emerging from the earth.
It was impossible for the dried mud to sink … What fell to the ground were black bits. Since the Wuqians were reborn, they were no longer important.
After studying it for a while, Yu Shangrong discovered that the clay figurine was much smaller than before. It looked more like … a young man.
His face, body, and head were covered in mud. It was difficult to see the changes in his appearance.
But his eyes … were shining brightly, filled with curiosity and confusion towards everything that was happening in front of him.
The young man remained motionless for a long time. He looked at the mountains, the river, the burial ground, and the forest. Finally, his eyes fell on Yu Shangrong who was hovering in the air.
Yu Shangrong smiled faintly. "You're not dead, after all."
"Not dead?" the young man asked, puzzled.
"Eldest Senior Brother … Do as you wish," Yu Shangrong said calmly.
'I've helped you a lot along the way. As my Eldest Senior Brother, it's time for you to do something.'
The young man said, "Who are you? Who's the Eldest Senior Brother? Why can you fly? "
"…"
Yu Shangrong was stunned.
He looked at Yu Zhenghai's mud-covered body and flipped his palm.
In the puddle far away from the quagmire, a wave of energy swept up the water and flew toward Yu Zhenghai.
When Yu Zhenghai saw this, he jumped in fright. He turned and ran. However, the water seemed to have eyes. It moved so quickly that it crashed into him.
In just a blink of an eye, he was completely washed away.
The 'brand-new' young man stood rooted to the ground. His eyes were filled with shock as he stared at Yu Shangrong who was hovering in the air.
Yu Shangrong looked at Yu Zhenghai in shock.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Your name."
The teenager shook his head.
Yu Shangrong sighed softly. This seemed to be different from Old Seventh's description. Why did he seem like a completely different person after being reborn?
With a wave of his hand, the clothes he had prepared in the forest flew out and landed on Yu Zhenghai's body.
"Put it on," Yu Shangrong said.
Yu Zhenghai put on his clothes. Naturally, his clothes were too big. It looked a little funny.
However, Yu Shangrong did not mock him. Instead, he said, "Follow me."
"Why?"
"Not that many. Why?"
"I'm not following."
“？”
Yu Shangrong dove and landed in front of Yu Zhenghai.
He saw wariness, caution, stubbornness, and a familiar stubbornness in Yu Zhenghai's eyes.
"Who are you?" Yu Zhenghai asked.
Yu Shangrong stopped in his tracks and studied the man.
Perhaps, the 49 days of boredom had given him a sudden impulse, he said, "I'm your senior brother."
His tone was indifferent and calm.
"Senior brother?"
The teenager scratched his head in confusion.
Yu Shangrong turned around and said calmly, "If you can't remember, don't think about it. Time is of the essence. I'll bring you back. "
"Back where?"
"Great Yan."
With Ji Liang, it would take about ten days to fly from the quagmire to Heaven's Moat. Without Ji Liang, it would take at least a month. Moreover, this did not include the time they would have to stop and rest along the way. Yu Shangrong was not sure if the young Yu Zhenghai would be able to fly for long periods of time. He did not know much about Wuqians. He did not know if his cultivation base would remain after being reborn. Otherwise, he would have to use his energy to block the wind along the way. It would be a huge drain on his Primal Qi.
Yu Shangrong saw Yu Zhenghai was moving slowly.
He turned around and saw the young Yu Zhenghai was packing his robe.
Indeed, the robe was too big.
Yu Shangrong swung his sword.
The energy sword sliced through Yu Zhenghai's robe with unerring accuracy.
The lower half of the robe was severed by the energy sword and fell to the ground.
Yu Zhenghai was shocked. He looked at the sword in Yu Shangrong's hand and said, "Your sword skills …"
"Amazing?"
"Mhm."
Yu Shangrong smiled in satisfaction.
'You've never admitted it before.'
"Can I acknowledge you as my master, then?" Yu Zhenghai followed Yu Shangrong.
"…"
'It's enough to take advantage of my senior brother.
I can forget about being his master. It would mess up the seniority and shorten my lifespan. '
Yu Shangrong shook his head. "You'll find a better master."
"Where?"
Yu Shangrong could see the passion for cultivation in Yu Zhenghai's eyes. Yu Shangrong's gaze was the same as when he had trekked for months on Brackish Mountain to learn from a master. Realization dawned on him. This resurrection seemed to have brought Yu Zhenghai back to his first reincarnation.
There were all sorts of strange things in the wide world. There were many things that could not be explained.
Yu Shangrong suppressed the shock in his heart. He pointed in the direction of Great Yan and said, "Let's go."
A wave of energy lifted the two of them up.
The two of them flew deeper into the Land of Buried Bones.
Young Yu Zhenghai's eyes were burning with passion for flying, cultivation, and the future …
In the air, young Yu Zhenghai could not help but ask curiously, "Senior brother, how high is your cultivation base?"
"How high do you think it is?"
"Brahman Sea realm?" Young Yu Zhenghai said admiringly, "I heard that one can fly after entering the Brahman Sea realm."
Yu Shangrong smiled faintly. "Higher than that."
"Divine Court realm?" Young Yu Zhenghai's eyes widened as though he had met an important figure.
Usually, Divine Court cultivators had joined a sect and had a powerful backer.
"Higher than that." Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly.
"Senior brother … is it the Nascent Divinity realm?" Young Yu Zhenghai asked, slightly agitated.
He had forgotten how he crawled out of the quagmire and how he was reborn. He had forgotten that he was once the Evil Sky Pavilion's first disciple, the Sect Master of the Nether Sect, and an Eight-leaf cultivator.
The end of his fate was the reincarnation of his obsession.
Perhaps, Lou Lan's first death was the beginning of his obsession.
Yu Shangrong initially wanted to show off, but when he thought about this, he felt that it was pointless.
After a moment of silence, he said, "You'll be as powerful as me."
Young Yu Zhenghai was still feeling excited.
The forest in front of them was filled with a purple mist that rose horizontally and blocked their path.
Yu Shangrong shook his head. "As expected, things won't go so smoothly."
Then, he brought Yu Zhenghai with him and flew in another direction, all the way north!
This was the fatal weakness of Lou Lan's witchcraft. Although witchcraft was powerful, it took time to set up and cast the spell. Enemies could easily bypass the spell and break it. Yu Shangrong knew this very well. He flew north.
Young Yu Zhenghai was not afraid of flying. In fact, he liked it. After all, he liked the feeling of standing on high ground.
Some things were predestined from the beginning.
The two of them flew for a day. The purple barrier was nowhere to be seen. Yu Shangrong adjusted his direction and flew east.
"The Roulians' territory."
Yu Shangrong dove. The two of them landed on the ground. "Let's rest for a while."
Young Yu Zhenghai nodded. He looked at his surroundings curiously.
However, shortly after they landed, a large number of Roulian cultivators appeared around them. They wielded spears, bows, and swords as they slowly surrounded them.
Yu Shangrong's expression was calm. He rested his hands on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were slightly closed as he stood straight.
The wind blew, and the leaves fell.
When young Yu Zhenghai saw the Other Tribesmen, he was not afraid. Instead, he looked at them with hostility. He took several steps back and retreated to Yu Shangrong's side. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and made a defensive gesture.
Yu Shangrong said calmly, "Don't go too far away from me."
"Mhm."
At this moment, a man with a staff emerged from the forest. He said in a clear voice, "The Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Second? I'm afraid you won't be able to leave. "
When Yu Shangrong opened his eyes …
The Longevity Sword before him was unsheathed.
There was a flash of red light.
Dense energy swords immediately formed in the surroundings.
They sliced horizontally.
Each of the energy swords was precise and unerringly avoided Yu Zhenghai.
The trees in the surroundings fell.
Dozens of Roulians who tried to get close were instantly killed.
Yu Zhenghai was shocked.
Yu Shangrong said indifferently, "Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
"Attack! Don't give him a chance! "
The others swarmed forward at the same time.
Yu Shangrong raised his right hand. His arm was level with the ground. His Longevity Sword appeared in his hand.
His figure faded away!
Whizz!
An avatar appeared!
The leader with the staff looked up. He frowned and said in a trembling voice, "This is bad! 100 feet?! Didn't they say he's a Six-leaf cultivator? Retreat! The information is wrong. Retreat! "
"How can this be?"
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