Records represented top-notch standards. Ye Mo's record of 80 consecutive wins had raised the standard of the Yan Huang Alliance to a whole new level.
An 80-win streak was definitely not a record that an average person could achieve. It was also not a record that could be easily broken. Moreover, Ye Mo's 80-win streak had yet to end. Nobody knew how far his winning streak would go.
"I got 80 points in one go. I thought I'd be able to meet Long Chen in 10 years. Looks like it won't be that easy. I have at least three months before I can fight. Even if the disciples behind me catch up in points, I'll have to stop fighting the moment I defeat them."
Ye Mo sat in the courtyard. He had no idea how to comprehend his Dao Heart. He had thought that after experiencing so many battles, he would be able to comprehend his Dao Heart.
But he still didn't have a clue, and he didn't know where to go. There were many types of Daoist Hearts, and within each type, there were many Daoist Hearts. Therefore, if Ye Mo wanted to find his own path, it would be very difficult.
Generally speaking, the first step was the most difficult. Once the first step was taken, it meant that he had found his direction and knew where he should go in the future.
But it was also this step that Ye Mo had no idea where to go. He had listened to many Dao Meetings, but it was of no use in finding his own direction.
"The crazy battles over the past few years have shattered all the inscription patterns on my body. Now that I've become a Great Ruler, I can inscribe Level Five inscription patterns."
Thinking of Level Five inscription patterns, Ye Mo suddenly thought of a problem – inscription techniques. Since he hadn't made many breakthroughs in his Dao Heart, he might as well learn inscription techniques.
"Now that I've become a Great Ruler, it's time to settle the score with the Sword Pavilion. Of course, there's also the Profound Mark Sect!"
Back in the day, the Sword Pavilion Master, Jian Qingyang, had chased after him crazily. If it hadn't been for his frightening methods, he might have died at Jian Qingyang's hands.
Moreover, the reason the Sword Pavilion dared to attack the Mixed Sky Sect was because they had the Profound Mark Sect behind them. This sect was also an inscription refiner sect. There had to be a lot of inscription techniques inside.
This time, he was definitely going to bring a powerful inscription technique back to the Upper Star System.
Thinking of that, Ye Mo had the idea of returning to Yan Province. He immediately went to look for Long Jianfei and asked, "Brother Long Jianfei, can I go to the Yan and Huang Realms?"
"You want to go to the Yan and Huang Realms?"
Long Jianfei was shocked and couldn't help but ask.
"What? Can't I? "
Ye Mo replied with a question.
"It's possible. If you want to go to the Yan and Huang Worlds, you must have a Starry Space Warship. Only the Elders possess such a thing. If you're able to borrow a Starry Space Warship from the Elders, it'll be fine. Of course, if you're delayed for too long, it will affect your battle!"
Long Jianfei said.
Ye Mo's Starry Space Warship couldn't compare to this kind of Starry Space Warship. If he wanted to pass through the Level Seven Zone, he would need a Starry Space Warship built by the Dragon City.
"With my current points, I'll need at least three months to be able to fight. Moreover, I've already obtained 80 consecutive victories. There's not much meaning in continuing to win."
Ye Mo said.
"If that's the case, then I can rest assured. With your current reputation in the Divine Dragon Clan, I'm afraid all the Elders will give you face!"
Long Jianfei nodded and didn't say anything else.
Ye Mo went to find Elder Long Ku, who he was most familiar with. Elder Long Ku knew that Ye Mo wanted to return to the Yan and Huang Realms, so he didn't say much. He gave his Starry Space Warship to Ye Mo and warned him not to miss the battle.
Ye Mo borrowed the Starry Space Warship and, without saying anything, activated the Starry Space Warship and left the Dragon City, heading to Yan Province in the Yan Emperor Realm.
"Are we finally going to return to Yan Zhou?"
Ye Mo recalled the time when he was chased by Jian Qingyang. Anger surged in his heart. Moreover, he had sworn that he would return and destroy the Sword Pavilion. Now was the time for revenge.
Ye Mo rode the Starry Space Warship and arrived in the sky above Yan Province. He flew out and stored the Starry Space Warship.
"Fang Yuan, today, I'm going to avenge you!"
Ye Mo took a deep breath. Fang Yuan could be said to be his first guide in the Yan Emperor Realm, but she had been directly killed by the people of the Sword Pavilion. However, he did not lose his head and attack the Sword Pavilion directly. Instead, he first returned to the Mixed Sky Society to understand the situation.
Mixed Sky Society!
In the depths of a huge palace, the society leader of the Mixed Sky Society, Yang Ming, gathered the remaining disciples and Elders of the Mixed Sky Society.
"Disciples, the Mixed Sky Society has been struggling at death's door for so many years," Yang Ming said. "I don't think we can hold on any longer. Because of the Sword Pavilion, no one comes to buy our inscription patterns. Every year, the number of inscription patterns we sell is declining. Coupled with the suppression from the Profound Mark Sect, we can't hold on any longer!"
Yang Ming sat in the palace, his entire person incomparably vicissitude. "The Sword Pavilion is obviously trying to force us into a dead end, forcing us to disband."
Back then, when the Sword Pavilion made a move against the Mixed Sky Society, they had been suppressed by many sects. Furthermore, the Mixed Sky Society's strength had plummeted, and the Sword Pavilion didn't make any more moves against them. With the Mixed Sky Society's decline, the eight major merchant houses all went to take care of the Profound Mark Sect's business. The Mixed Sky Society didn't have much business left.
But the Mixed Sky Society's foundation was still there, and some inscription patterns could still be sold in some of the nearby cities.
But a few years ago, the Sword Pavilion Master, Jian Qingyang, successfully condensed his second Dao Heart and became a mid-stage Great Ruler. It could be said that the Mixed Sky Society had become the number one power in Yan Zhou. With a single order from Jian Qingyang, no one dared to buy the Mixed Sky Society's inscription patterns anymore.
Since the inscription patterns couldn't be sold, the Mixed Sky Society naturally couldn't hold on any longer.
"Society leader, are we finally going to disband?"
Shang Luo couldn't help but say, "If Ye Mo can return, he'll definitely be able to help us out of this crisis."
"Ye Mo?"
Yang Ming was stunned. Then, he smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think the Ye Mo who fought for the Pavilion of Ancient Ruins is the Ye Mo we know? That's impossible. Furthermore, even if he's the Ye Mo we know, he should still be in the Dragon City right now. There's no way he'll return, and there's no way he'll remember us. "
"Sigh!"
Elder Chen shook his head and sighed. "Back then, the Mixed Sky Society was supposed to disband. Because of Ye Mo's appearance, the Mixed Sky Society was able to hold on until today. Now, we can't escape the fate of disbanding."
A large amount of resources was needed to operate the Mixed Sky Society. Their main source of income was the sale of inscription patterns. If the inscription patterns couldn't be sold, the Mixed Sky Society would naturally have to disband.
"In a few days, the Sword Pavilion will be hosting the Sacrificial Sword Feast. Rumor has it that a top-grade Dao Weapon Long Sword will appear. The Sword Pavilion has invited many powers. Why don't we take this opportunity to give Jian Qingyang a generous gift? Perhaps he'll let us live!"
Shang Luo suddenly thought of a solution. This was the only solution that could save the Mixed Sky Society from this crisis.
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