"The entire Ultimate? What do you mean?"
Even though Daphne had already repeated it, the cultivators of the various clans did not quite understand what he meant, especially when he mentioned humans, beasts, scriptures, and grass. Did he mean that everything in the Ultimate was created by the little devil? This was rather unbelievable. After the cultivators looked at each other, Daoist Zi said in a deep voice, "I don't quite understand what you mean!"
The Great Roc Evil King smiled when he heard this, and he said, "Actually, it's very simple. This young friend of mine has passed through the Ancient Path to Heaven, and has become the Supreme Orthodoxy's disciple. In other words, he's the only successor of the Supreme Orthodoxy now, and the Ruins of End is the territory that the Supreme Orthodoxy used to govern in the past. So, this young friend of mine … is the only legitimate owner of this territory!"
After hearing his words, the leaders of the various clans looked at him with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
Luo Mu Sang smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xie Wang, are you joking? Come to think of it, some of us were born and grew up here. Even I entered the Ultimate six hundred years ago. But you, have you been here for three years? If you say that this territory is your territory, do you want us to be driven out, or do you want us to continue living here and pay taxes to you? "
Daphne did not seem to hear this teasing remark. He smiled and said, "If we are talking about earlier, who could have entered earlier than the Taishang Orthodoxy? So, no matter what, all of you are just guests of this place … "
The gazes of all the cultivators turned cold, and the gazes they shot at Darkroc were slightly hostile.
The Great Peng Diabolic Monarch felt uncomfortable being stared at by all the cultivators. He sighed and said, "Alright, I also know that the more I talk about it, the messier it gets, so I won't talk about it. To be honest, that little friend of mine... Ahem, actually my grandson, he is the master of the Sinkhole because other than his title, he also grasps the only way to leave the Sinkhole..."
Swoosh!
All of a sudden, the eyes of the cultivators lit up, and a bright light burst out, landing on the Great Peng Evil King.
The way to leave the Ultimate!
It could be said that other than the fortune of the Taishang orthodoxy, this was the only thing that concerned people the most.
There were even many cultivators who came to the depths of the Sinkhole not to search for opportunities, but to leave the Sinkhole.
Even if they were forced to come in and were used to the Sinkhole's prison life, no one did not want to leave.
It was especially so for some people, such as the leader of the Imperial Beast tribe, Shi Nansha. He was an amazing talent. He had cultivated to the Golden Core mahayana realm before the age of six hundred. Perhaps in the outside world, or even in the divine continent, he could be considered a genius. However, in the Ultimate, it was useless even if he cultivated to the Golden Core mahayana realm because he could not leave. He could only die of old age there.
There were many cultivators like this. All those who were born here wanted to go out and experience the mortal world outside the ruins.
Even Daoist Zi and the others of the Fengtian Clan were tempted.
In the Sinkhole Ending, the Golden Core Mahayana realm was the limit of their cultivation. Now, with the depletion of their lifespans, they had truly reached the point where they were at the end of their rope. However, if they were outside the Sinkhole, where there were no rules restricting them, it was possible for them to advance further.
After transforming into Yuanying, they would gain two thousand years of lifespan out of thin air …
It was equivalent to living two lives!
It was also because of this that when they heard Daphne mention the world outside the Sinkhole, who wouldn't be tempted?
"I'm sure everyone has guessed that there might be a passageway to leave the Ruins of End within the Primordial Ruins, and the truth is indeed correct. This passageway does exist, and it's currently in the hands of this young friend of mine. To put it simply, no matter if you want to obtain some resources from outside the ruins or leave this damned place, it's all up to him. Can this be considered as your lifeline?"
Under the shocked gazes of the cultivators, Daphne spoke slowly with a smile.
"Haha, of course. I have been in the Sinkhole Ending for six hundred years, and there has never been a time when I have not thought of returning to the Northern Three Moons Island …"
The leader of the Small Clan, Luo Musang, suddenly laughed out loud, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He looked at Daphne with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Xie Wang, are you still thinking of using this matter to threaten us?"
Daphne chuckled and said, "I just want to talk about the distribution method I have in mind. To show my sincerity, I am willing to share this gourd of Creation Liquid with everyone. You can split it into four portions. You don't have to include me and that little bastard. As for the only passageway out of the Sinkhole, it will also be in the hands of the five clans. As for the Taishang Dao Scripture … Everyone should understand that since it has fused with one's soul, it will not be easy to take it out again. Just leave it with that little bastard!"
Daphne spoke with great sincerity. It was as if he was handing over everything except for the Taishang Dao Scripture, which was related to Fang Xing's life.
However, when Granny Yao and Luo Musang heard this, they looked at each other. Then, Granny Yao looked at Daoist Zi of the Fengtian clan and Shi Nansha of the Yushou clan. She said softly, "I have another method of distribution. This Thunder Liquid of Creation is extremely precious, and it is even related to the important matter of us breaking through to the Yuanying realm. Let's split it into three portions. Baiyue, Fengtian, and Yushou will each get one portion. As for Fellow Daoist Luo, forgive me for being blunt, but before that little bastard obtained the opportunity, you did not offer any rare treasures, so let's just forget about it …"
Luo Musang's expression immediately darkened. However, when he looked at the people from the other clans, he understood that in terms of strength, he, as the leader of a small clan, was no match for the large clans. Thus, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Granny Yao smiled and said, "You don't need to feel dissatisfied. You won't get a share of the Thunder Liquid of Creation, but I can still give you a share of the other things. I know that you cultivate a magic core, and you have a unique art of soul extraction. You also have many talismans that possess strange powers. Together with the secret arts of our Baiyue clan, we should be able to extract the complete Taishang Dao Scripture from that little bastard's divine soul. If you are willing to help, we will give you a share of the Taishang Dao Scripture and the authority to control the passageway to the Returning Ruins. What do you think?"
Luo Musang stammered and hesitated, but Daphne's expression changed. He said in a cold voice, "What do you mean, Fellow Daoist? You are discussing the distribution method in front of me. Are you treating me as if I am not here? Aren't you afraid that we will fight to the death? "
"Fight to the death?"
Granny Yao suddenly burst into laughter. Her eyes were filled with confidence as she said coldly, "When you sat down to discuss with us, the formation around you had already been set up. Now that the formation has been activated, it will be difficult for you to even move. Do you think it'll be easy for you to fight to the death?"
Without batting an eyelid, the Great Roc Evil King struggled lightly, but he immediately discovered that his body was actually entangled by strands of moonlight. The moonlight descended from the sky, and it was ethereal. It was the sixteenth moon of the year, and it was especially round, and the moonlight was especially bright. Silently, the moonlight descended, and he actually laid down a great formation, a binding formation, on himself.
"Do you think we really wanted to waste our breath talking to you for so long?"
Granny Yao laughed coldly. She slowly rose to her feet and said, "We just wanted to restrain you first to avoid unnecessary trouble! Everything is simple now. We have this brat under control, and we can either search his soul or turn him into a puppet. Everything is as we wish. Isn't that simple? "
As she laughed coldly, she and Luo Musang turned around and looked at Fang Xing, who was sitting on the shore of the Yellow Springs. At this moment, their hearts were filled with confidence. Before them was the Yellow Springs, and touching it would mean death. Daphne had also been restrained by them. Fang Xing was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator. There was truly no way out for him. As long as they could capture him, wouldn't all the fortuitous encounters be within their grasp?
"Sigh, you bunch of old bastards. It's exactly as Old Heretic guessed …"
It was at this moment that Fang Xing, who had been sitting on the shore of the Yellow Springs, suddenly sighed.
"Brat, there's no point in saying all this. You should have known that with your cultivation, seeking such fortuitous encounters is a great crime!"
Before Granny Yao could make a move, Luo Musang of the Small Clans Alliance suddenly shouted coldly. He pressed his palm forward, and a ray of pill light materialized, turning into a giant palm that reached out to grab Fang Xing. He was thinking that he was too weak, and if he were to split the fortuitous encounters equally with the other clans, he would definitely not be able to get much. Thus, he decided to capture Fang Xing first so that he could negotiate with him later.
As for the other Zhu Clan's cultivators, when they saw this scene, their gazes also turned cold as they watched on.
At this moment, all they were thinking about was how to get more benefits from the distribution of the fortuitous encounters. They did not care about Fang Xing at all.
They were initially wary of Fang Xing because of his crimson dragon. Now that the crimson dragon was dead, and Daphne was trapped, what else was there to worry about?
Especially when Luo Musang, the leader of the Small Clans Alliance, made a move, a Foundation Building cultivator like Fang Xing had no chance of resisting. It was no different from capturing a few insects, especially when they were at the edge of the Yellow Springs. It was a piece of cake.
However, what they didn't expect was that Fang Xing suddenly chuckled, lowered his head, and fell into the Netherworld Sea.
It was the Yellow Springs, a place filled with yin spirits and overwhelming yin aura. Even a goose feather would not be able to float, and one would die upon touching it.
When Luo Musang made his move, or rather, before Luo Musang even made his move, Fang Xing had already fallen into the sea.
"Old Heretic said that the entire Bottomless Sinkhole is my fortuitous encounter, yet all you care about is the fact that I'm in control of the passageway to the Bottomless Sinkhole? In truth, the other piece of information he revealed was even more important, and that is … I am now the eleventh disciple of the Taishang Orthodoxy. In other words, before all the taboos and forces related to the Taishang Orthodoxy, I … can be considered a master …
"Including the Yellow Springs Sea …"
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