Ancient Kunlun World, Ninety-nine-headed Sacred Mountain.
A decaying snake lay in a huge cave at the top of the mountain. The entire cave was even bigger than a planet.
This terrifying snake was tens of thousands of kilometers long, and its body was slowly decaying. Rotten flesh hung on its white bones, and thick poisonous gas flowed out.
The two wings on the snake had completely turned into bones and drooped on the ground.
There were ninety-nine heads on the snake's head, but ninety-seven of them had turned into pale bones.
The flesh on one of the heads was peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as if an invisible force was tearing it off bit by bit. There was no sign of life on this head.
Only one head was intact, but it was already shriveled to the point that it looked like a piece of dried bacon.
Even so, the layers of ancestral might around the giant snake still made it look ferocious and intimidating.
In front of this Sacred Ancestor, there were many Winged Flying Snake Saints. This ancient ferocious race had been hiding in the Ancient Kunlun World for close to a million years.
And between the Sacred Ancestor and the Saints, there was a Sacred Will condensed of Fang Yun, and it was slowly spinning.
"It really is him …"
The last head of the Sacred Ancestor slowly opened its weak eyelids, revealing a huge gray eye filled with death Qi.
There was a complicated look in his huge eye. There was anger, helplessness, sadness, confusion, regret, and fear.
The body of the Ninety-nine-headed Sacred Ancestor trembled slightly, and large pieces of rotten flesh fell off. In the eyes of the Saints, it was like a landslide.
"Sacred Ancestor, are you sure it's him? Back then, he was only an Emperor. After close to a million years, he's only a Supreme Saint. This doesn't make sense. Other than the Sacred Ancestor, no one can live for so long, "a pinnacle Supreme Saint said respectfully.
A hint of fatigue appeared in the eyes of the Ninety-nine-headed Sacred Ancestor. He said slowly, "You don't understand, and neither did I in the past. It wasn't until he saw the myriad of worlds that I realized that he used a tributary of the Immemorial Galaxy to return to the Immemorial Era, and then returned safely. "
"Traveling through the Immemorial Era, a million years, this … is unbelievable," the pinnacle Supreme Saint said.
The Ninety-nine-headed Sacred Ancestor sighed. "None of this is important. What's important is that only he can let our race leave the Ancient Kunlun World."
The ninety-nine-headed Sacred Ancestor moved slightly, and the entire divine mountain immediately lit up with countless ancestral symbols and runes.
The Saints below all had sorrowful looks on their faces. All these years, their entire clan had exhausted all means to remove the seal, but in the end, they discovered that there was an even more powerful seal hidden within. Coincidentally, the seal had appeared right after Fang Yun had seen the myriad of worlds.
Some of the Saints who were adept at deduction had even vaguely guessed some things.
"Ancestor, what should we do?"
"Sigh …"
The Ninety-nine-headed Saint Ancestor let out a long sigh, and all the Saints lowered their heads.
"Do you still need me to say it? Go to the Royal Clan Mountain, go to the core of the Ancient Realm. When he needs help, lend a hand. If we can obtain his forgiveness, our clan will be able to break free from the seal. "
"But …"
"No buts. When I learned that he had appeared in the Ancient Kunlun Realm, I understood that there was no doubt about his strength. "
"But …"
"All of the Ancestral Patriarchs know that he traveled the myriad worlds in the past, and there are no more than ten Sacred Patriarchs who have survived to this day. If you help him first, you will gain more goodwill from him. "
"In the Twilight Fortress, the Emperor Clan and the Dragons do not have an advantage."
The Ninety-nine-headed Saint Ancestor slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, the stars moved, and countless memories appeared.
In the end, the Ninety-nine-headed Saint Ancestor's gaze fell on Fang Yun.
"Now we have the advantage."
After the opening of the Kunlun Gathering, the Royal Clan Mountain was calm.
However, all the Saints who frequently traded with each other were being targeted.
Fang Yun, who had become the most famous merchant and rich Saint in the Royal Clan Mountain, had become the most famous. Some people reminded Fang Yun not to be so ostentatious, some watched coldly from the sidelines, and some waited to watch the show.
Every time the core of the Ancient Realm opened, the ones who suffered the most were those who earned the most in the Kunlun Gathering.
There were also some who were intercepted by the Kunlun Race in various ways after the core of the Ancient Realm closed.
The Ancient Kunlun Realm had never been a place where one could come and go as they pleased.
If one wanted to leave the Ancient Kunlun Realm, they had to rely on the power of the Royal Clan.
The Royal Clan was the most fair. As long as one paid enough treasures, they could leave. However, the Royal Clan's asking price was also the highest. Many people would lose everything.
The other Royal Clans' asking price was lower. However, every time someone was targeted by the Royal Clan, they would kill them and snatch their treasures.
Moreover, the Royal Clan could refuse anyone from using the teleportation formation.
Therefore, many Royal Clans seemed to have seen Fang Yun's future.
However, Fang Yun seemed to know nothing about it. He continued to sell and buy what he needed.
As a human, Fang Yun still preferred all kinds of ancient books and stone inscriptions. This time, his harvest was great. With those ancient books, Fang Yun had greatly improved in all aspects.
However, what improved Fang Yun the most was the Shattered Star Holy Land and the Sky-Swallowing Gold.
After devouring just one Sky-Swallowing Gold, the strength of the entire literary world had been raised to the peak of the Supreme Saint literary world. It even contained a strange Zuway.
On the seventh day of the opening of the Kunlun Gathering, the Royal Clan Mountain suddenly shook heavily.
Everyone hurriedly looked over. Some looked at the Kunlun Palace floating in the sky, while others looked at the ground below.
There was no change in the Kunlun Palace in the sky, but the ground below suddenly cracked open. A magnificent palace slowly rose and flew out. Finally, it landed outside the Royal Clan Mountain, above the Kunlun Gathering.
The golden palace seemed to have been eroded by time. Many parts of its surface were dim, like a statue that had been stripped of its gold. However, even though it was so ancient, it could not hide the strong Zuway.
Bands of light of different colors fell from the Kunlun Mansion.
Countless Sages rushed toward the bands of light and entered the Kunlun Mansion.
When the Kunlun Mansion appeared, a large number of Supreme Sages and even Sacred Ancestor clones appeared outside the various royal courts.
Some of the Sacred Ancestor clones glanced at Fang Yun and went straight into the Kunlun Mansion.
Fang Yun waved his hand and put away all the treasures. He took a step forward and teleported into the bands of light.
Fang Yun felt his body being driven by a huge force. He instantly accelerated to the speed of light and rushed into a dark place.
After a moment, the darkness dissipated. A straight gray corridor appeared in front of him. Above his head was a pale white roof, and below his feet was a green ground.
On both sides of the corridor, the walls were covered with a faint white mist. Only the white mist nearby was transparent. The inside was divided into various grids of different sizes, where all kinds of treasures were placed.
The white mist emitted a faint Zuway.
The power of the ancestral treasure, the Kunlun Mansion, isolated the aura of the treasures.
Outside the transparent mist of each treasure grid, there was a Sacred Thought Light Ball.
Fang Yun released his Sacred Thought and looked in all directions. There were a total of 37 grids nearby that turned transparent.
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