When Karol, the Rouli God of War, died …
On the west side of Heaven's Moat, in the main camp of the Roulians, a round purple candle was extinguished.
The guard who had been guarding Karol's tent the whole time widened his eyes when he saw the candlelight go out and the purple circle of light dissipate.
"Guards!"
"Your subordinate is here."
"Inform everyone west of Heaven's Moat to retreat! No mistakes! "
"Yes!"
…
The morale of the Roulians' cultivators and soldiers dropped by a third when they received the news of their god of war's death. They obeyed the order and retreated to Rouli. At this point, the west side of the natural moat gradually calmed down.
Meanwhile, the Evil Sky Pavilion flew across Heaven's Moat under Lu Zhou's lead.
The towering heavenly moat was so high that its peak could not be seen.
Halfway through the flight, the wind and snow filled the air, and the temperature plummeted.
The cold wind was like a knife, constantly destroying everyone's Protective Upstanding Energy.
Pan Litian had crossed Heaven's Moat before. He had enough experience in this.
He casually deployed his Stellar Qi to block the endless wind and snow. He said loudly, "I've tried it in the Southern Natural Moat. That's a height that's impossible to surmount. This place was still acceptable. When we reach the top of Heaven's Moat, gather together and take turns to use your Stellar Energy. "
The collective strength naturally far surpassed that of an individual.
Mingshi Yin asked, "How did these Roulians get here?"
Pan Litian said, "There are three ways. The first way is to go around the north. The second way is to use a flying chariot. The third way is to dig a cave in the middle of Heaven's Moat. Unfortunately, there were frequent wars, so it was gradually blocked. "
"I'm enlightened," Mingshi Yin said.
As they spoke, the sound of the wind grew louder.
Everyone raised their heads.
"This old man will resist first!"
The Golden Gourd Bottle shone brightly. His Five-leaf avatar flew up. His cone-shaped golden energy pushed against the wind and snow like a waterfall as he ascended Heaven's Moat. The others followed closely behind and flew up together.
Then, everyone took turns activating their avatars.
Little Conch's avatar, on the other hand, was stuck at the Ten Worlds stage. She could only follow Lu Zhou with difficulty.
In front of a high-level cultivator, her speed really couldn't keep up.
Conch showed a troubled expression.
"Junior Sister, let's go!"
"Junior Sister!"
"Haha … Little Junior Sister, take advantage of the fact that Little Junior Sister hasn't become strong, and get along well with others! Let me help you! "
Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Si Wuya, Little Yuan 'er, and the others conjured energy to block the snowstorm.
"Thank you, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters!"
Conch sighed in relief.
At the same time, he made up his mind to become stronger in a short period of time.
To the north, at the end of the Heaven's Moat, there were mountains and rivers that could not be seen clearly … To the south, it was impossible to see how high the Heaven's Moat was. It was like walking on the back of a tall mountain.
The mountains and seas were boundless, and the wind and snow were everywhere.
It was the same for all four seasons of the year.
Finally, the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion reached Heaven's Moat and landed.
Looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers.
Lao Ai had already arrived at the top of the natural moat. He sat down and watched, like a giant lion that had been petrified.
Lu Zhou praised, "You'll rise to the top and look down on all the other mountains."
"Good poem, good poem!"
Mingshi Yin applauded.
Duanmu Sheng turned to look at Mingshi Yin, who immediately shut his mouth.
Although he was a Seven-leaf cultivator now, when he remembered his Third Senior Brother was only a Four-leaf cultivator after severing his lotus, he immediately lost his temper.
Duanmu Sheng turned around and said, "Good poem."
Mingshi Yin. "???"
Pan Litian said, "Rumor has it that the pavilion master only has a cultivation base, but he's all brawn and no brains. Now that I look at it, it's all slander. This poem is a peerless work of art! "
"You know poems?" Si Wuya turned to ask.
"I know a thing or two."
"…"
'What are you bragging about?' Si Wuya was speechless.
After admiring it for a moment, Lu Zhou said, "Let's descend Heaven's Moat."
The others nodded. They leaped down Heaven's Moat and flew down.
Some time later, the others descended from the mountain.
Lu Zhou landed and said, "Apart from Conch, the rest of you will split up and search … If you encounter any danger, protect yourselves first."
"Understood!"
The others spread out and flew toward the west at a low altitude.
Without the Roulians and Lou Lan stationed here, the west of Heaven's Moat was peaceful and quiet.
…
Ten days passed in just a blink of an eye.
East of the 100,000-foot-deep abyss. North of Heaven's Moat.
Cloud Rage River stretched across the entire continent.
Many villages were built along the river.
Guluo Village.
An old Roulian man was explaining the situation in the village to a finely dressed man.
"My lord, there are more than 20 children who are around 10 years old this year. They're all very obedient. Please take them in. They'll surely become Rouli's greatest cultivators and bravest warriors. "
The finely dressed man shook his head and said, "I've seen their potential. They're not suited for cultivation. Do you have any recommendations for other children? "
"My lord, what do you think of the older children?"
"I've seen the older ones a few years ago … Forget it, I'll go to the next village." The finely dressed man was about to leave.
At this moment, two young men in the village were chasing a young man dressed in tattered robes back to the village with sticks in their hands.
"Ah Hai, stop looking. Move your things back, and I won't beat you up today," the young man, Ah Dong, said.
"Don't even think about running away … It's a mess out there. You'll only starve to death if you go out like this. "
The two young men would occasionally make fun of the young man named Ah Hai.
The finely dressed man glanced at him and asked in confusion, "This is?"
The old man said, "My lord, this is a slave from Guluo Village."
"Slave?"
The old man waved at Ah Hai. "Ah Hai, come here …"
Ah Hai put his things down and walked over.
The finely dressed man examined Ah Hai. When he saw the wounds on Ah Hai's body and the hostility in Ah Hai's eyes, he asked, "A Great Yan native?"
"That's right. Guluo Village often captures Great Yan natives as slaves. This animal is strong and tenacious. Ordinary Great Yan slaves would've killed themselves if they couldn't endure the pain. I'm surprised he lasted until now, "the old man said.
The finely dressed man waved his hand.
An energy blade sliced through Ah Hai's shirt.
There were clear wounds on Ah Hai's body. Terrifying veins covered his chest.
"He has a good aptitude and talent … Alas, he's not a Roulian." The finely dressed man sighed and shook his head.
Ah Dong smiled and said, "Heh, I didn't expect Ah Hai to be talented in cultivation."
The old man shook his head. "Alas, he's a Great Yan native."
The finely dressed man's eyes lit up. He said, "It's not impossible …"
The old man remained silent.
He seemed to understand the finely dressed man's meaning.
Nurturing powerful men from Great Yan to kill Great Yan … This method had existed since time immemorial.
How could Ah Hai not understand this?
In Guluo Village, he only suffered physical pain. If he endured it, he would eventually find a way to escape.
However, if he fell into the hands of cultivators, he would be doomed eternally.
Without a second thought …
Ah Hai turned tail and ran!
Ah Dong sneered. "He's running again. Did you see that … Great Yan natives are as stupid as pigs. "
He raised his hand and whistled.
The strong men of the village and the wolf dogs ran out of the village.
Ah Hai, who was injured to begin with, could not walk easily. How could he escape?
Whoosh!
Someone raised a slingshot and fired.
Bam!
The slingshot landed on Ah Hai's leg.
Ah Hai sprawled on the ground. Several villagers swarmed him and kicked him.
Ah Hai hugged his head and said nothing.
For some reason, he found this scene familiar.
Whenever he tried to recall, his mind was blank. He could not remember anything.
Life was a cycle.
If he did not seek change, it would repeat itself.
The finely dressed man raised his hand. "Stop."
"Ptooey! Great Yan natives are all lowly wretches."
The villagers of Guluo Village stopped and retreated.
The finely dressed man walked over and said, "You'll kill him like this."
"It's good that he's dead. Haven't we Roulians been bullied by Great Yan? Six out of ten people in my family died under Great Yan's iron hooves. How many of us died when that dog of an emperor, Yong Shou, marched west? Killing him would be letting him off easy! "
"That's right! That's letting him off easy! He'll be a slave in Guluo Village for the rest of his life. When he dies, he'll be cut into pieces and fed to the dogs. "
The finely dressed man ignored the villagers' rage. He walked up to Ah Hai and asked with a cold gaze, "I can give you a chance to stand up again. Are you willing to come with me?"
Ah Hai looked up and met the finely dressed man's gaze.
He did not answer.
The finely dressed man continued to say, "I can give you a Roulian identity. The villagers of Guluo Village won't make things difficult for you … Hm? Are you willing to be a slave here for the rest of your life? "
"Ptooey!" Ah Hai spat.
The finely dressed man was not angered. Instead, he shook his head and said, "I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure you won't come with me?"
Killing intent flashed in his eyes.
At this moment …
Roar!
A strange cry rang from the west of Guluo Village.
The villagers who hunted for a living looked in the direction of the sound.
"A beast?!"
"My lord … It's a beast!"
The finely dressed man said in confusion, "This place is remote and isolated by a 100,000-foot-deep abyss. Why would there be a beast here?"
At this moment, they saw a ferocious beast in the form of a tiger at low altitude in the west, staring at them with a burning gaze.
It was holding a sword sheath that was stained with mud in its mouth.
One figure after another walked out from the densely packed forest.
The old, sage-like Lu Zhou walked in front with his hands on his back.
The others followed closely behind him. They followed the beast at a steady pace.
The beast held the sword sheath in its mouth as it flew forward.
Its speed was not fast. It was only slightly faster than walking.
The setting sun shone on the villagers.
When the beast arrived at the village entrance, it slowly descended.
Lu Zhou stopped in his tracks. His gaze swept past the villagers, the finely dressed man, the two huge wolfhounds, and the sticks in the villagers' hands. In the end, his gaze fell on the young man, Yu Zhenghai, who was curled up on the ground with his hands over his head.
It was understandable that the others and his disciples did not recognize this young Yu Zhenghai.
However, as Yu Zhenghai's master, how could Lu Zhou not recognize him?
The young Yu Zhenghai's appearance immediately brought him back to more than 300 years ago.
Lu Zhou looked at the villagers again.
With his current cultivation base, he could have easily destroyed the entire village to avenge his disciple. However, he did not do that.
There were many better ways to resolve things.
Since their master remained silent, the others remained silent.
Lu Zhou walked up to Yu Zhenghai. When he saw the confused expression on Yu Zhenghai's face, he knew what was going on. He asked gently, "What's your name?"
He had asked the same question more than 300 years ago.
Now, he was asking again.
Was it just to remind him of his memories?
Young Yu Zhenghai looked around blankly and answered, "Ah … Ah Hai …"
Lu Zhou lowered his gaze and extended his wizened but strong hand.
Everyone was confused.
They did not know what was going on.
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