The reincarnation whirlpool could take away everything from a living being, including their memories, vitality, and divine power. The wind it stirred up was even more terrifying than a bone-scraping knife.
Ye Qinghan constantly shifted, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes diving down. He climbed over high mountains and steep ridges, shuttling through vast plains for millions of li. Gradually, sweat appeared on his forehead and flowed down his temples. His eyes were filled with exhaustion.
His current cultivation was still too weak, equivalent to a Supreme God or a Sector Lord. He was so weak that he could not withstand a single blow.
"This damned place, there's no spiritual energy at all."
The divine bird in his body was irritated. It ran to his shoulder and looked around, shaking its head constantly.
Hu …
Ye Qinghan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Looking at the endless hell, even a giant god would feel despair if he entered.
"This brat really hid himself well." Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly. He could only shake his head and continue his search.
He did not know how long he had searched, nor how far he had run. According to Ye Qinghan's mental calculations, he estimated that he had searched for nearly a month. He had practically turned the entire chaotic hell upside down. Finally, he found a faint light of desolate energy in a canyon. It was faintly discernible. The range of the energy fluctuation was no more than three li, which was why the divine bird had only discovered it now.
Whoosh — —
When the divine bird discovered it, it turned into a bolt of lightning and pounced over. Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed, and he followed closely behind.
The energy fluctuations covered the entire canyon, and with the canyon as the boundary, the interior was completely concealed. Stepping into the canyon, he found that there were thousands of 'corpses' lying in a disorderly manner. They looked like corpses, but how could there be corpses like this in Hell's Reincarnation?
Ye Qinghan looked at the energy fluctuation that covered the entire canyon. He reached out to touch it. The baleful aura and evil energy were all blocked outside, and his body was also obstructed.
Hua!
Ye Qinghan channeled a bit of the Power of Desolates into the barrier. The barrier collapsed, and the light disappeared in a flash.
Ye Qinghan stepped into the center of the canyon and found that the giant gods had been pulled into a dream by Huang Peng using the Great Wasteland Domain's Dream Entering Technique. However, the dream was still, so everyone's souls and bodies were perfectly preserved. It was as if time had not changed and space had been shifted, so their vitality was not affected.
Ye Qinghan was interested in these experts from the chaotic realm. He began to grasp the surroundings, searching for Huang Peng's location. Once he woke him, he could wake this group.
Suddenly, Ye Qinghan's eyes stared at a young man lying in the crowd. He looked no more than thirty years old. He was vigorous and dignified. His hair was as black as ink, and he gave off an awe-inspiring aura. He had thin lips, bronze skin, and Great Desolates battle robes. He exuded a domineering and wild aura. He was full of masculinity.
Looking at the man in front of him, Ye Qinghan's heart almost stopped beating. When he saw Huang Peng, Ye Qinghan truly fused with the Lord of Desolates. They became one, and with a wave of his hand, he displayed the prestige of a Realm Lord.
"Huang Peng! In the name of your brother, I invite you to return! The Great Desolates needs your help! "
Ye Qinghan's deep voice echoed in the canyon. It was like a surging river, raging waves beating against the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of dust.
Hua!
Huang Peng's sleeping face trembled slightly. The corner of his eyes twitched, and he suddenly opened them. The pure Power of Desolates was awakened, as if a supreme sovereign had awakened.
"F * ck, so powerful!"
The divine bird spread its wings and directly flew back, landing on Ye Qinghan's shoulder.
Hua!
Huang Peng opened his deep eyes and slowly stood up. He looked at Ye Qinghan with eyes full of surprise.
"Boss, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for thousands of years. " Huang Peng's deep voice was filled with magnetism and was very pleasant to the ears. This kind of middle-aged man's voice was filled with the vicissitudes and melancholy of a middle-aged man. It was not much inferior to Ye Qinghan.
"En, restrain your Power of Desolates. From today onwards, until I recover my strength, you must not use the divine techniques of the Great Desolates Dao Scripture." Ye Qinghan nodded and patted Huang Peng's shoulder. This was a kind of approval that did not need words.
"Yes! Boss! " Huang Peng was indeed much stronger than Ye Qinghan, but right now, he was filled with joy. It was as if with Ye Qinghan present, even if the sky were to collapse, he would still feel safe. Perhaps this was what faith was like. Ye Qinghan was the type of person who could captivate people and give them a sense of security. Men and women alike, so long as they were familiar with him, they would inexplicably trust him.
Although Ye Qinghan was excited, he wasn't good at stirring up emotions. "Wake them up. Let's leave the cycle of reincarnation and return to the primal-chaos realm. We'll discuss this further."
"Got it, Boss." Huang Peng waved his hand, using a soul-summoning technique to pull everyone out of the dreamscape.
Everyone looked confused. Looking at Ye Qinghan's aura, they felt a sense of deja vu. However, their cultivation base was not yet at the Paramount God level, which left them confused.
"How many Paramount Gods and Sacred Lords are left?" Ye Qinghan asked in a low voice.
"Thirteen. The rest have perished," Huang Peng replied calmly. He didn't seem to feel much regret. After all, back in the Great Wastelands, he had quite a few Paramount Gods under his command. Those people were his brothers, and he wasn't familiar with any of the Paramount Gods.
Ye Qinghan sighed. For a minor world like this to have twenty or so Paramount Gods was already impressive. And yet, in a single battle, nearly half of them had perished. They were simply too weak.
"Let's go. Let's get out of here," Ye Qinghan said with a wry smile.
When the remaining thirteen Paramount Gods saw how respectful Huang Peng was to Ye Qinghan, and when they thought about Ye Qinghan's aura, they seemed to recall that person from years ago. They guessed that Ye Qinghan was the reincarnation of the Lord of the Wilds, but they didn't say anything. They simply followed in silence.
Huang Peng took the initiative to lead them away. Ye Qinghan nodded. Then, with a wave of his hand, Huang Peng enveloped nearly two thousand experts with his godpower and teleported them away. Not even the vortexes could affect his power.
This was the legendary power of a Realm Lord. Although Huang Peng was still one level away from that level, one could imagine how powerless a Paramount God would be in front of a Realm Lord. Fortunately, there were only eight Realm Lords in the Nine Realms, and there were no more than twenty who were as close as Huang Peng.
Swish! Swish!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Under Huang Peng's lead, the group traveled a thousand li in the blink of an eye. They moved much faster than when Ye Qinghan had arrived.
Two days later, Huang Peng led Ye Qinghan and the others across the Yellow Springs and out of Hell.
The wasteland beast was still waiting quietly. When it saw Ye Qinghan appear, it began to act like a spoiled child. It was nowhere near as bloodthirsty and overbearing as it had been before.
"Let's go back." Ye Qinghan took the lead and rushed towards the Great Desolate Mountain.
Everyone followed closely behind. Huang Peng stayed by Ye Qinghan's side, not daring to overtake him. Although Ye Qinghan treated him as a brother, in the depths of his heart, Huang Peng had always treated Ye Qinghan as his sovereign.
The group rushed all the way to the exit of the Abyss World. They saw the Kuilong roaring crazily as it rushed towards Ye Qinghan and the others. Its eyes were fixed on Ye Qinghan's back, and its anger was almost tangible.
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