The tranquil forest and ancient trees towered to the sky, each one enormous and obscuring the sky, even larger than the mother tree of the Star Domain Divine Realm.
Such a giant tree had actually formed a forest, with endless mountains stretching endlessly, and a blood-red moon hanging high in the sky.
This blood moon was large and unmoving, with rays of divine light descending from it, nourishing the forest.
Deep within the forest, a stern-faced long-haired elder sat cross-legged atop a high mountain. The blood moon's light shone on him, seemingly absorbing and exhaling the divine brilliance of the blood moon.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, because a middle-aged man appeared before him. The old man said, "
Still haven't found the Wolf Emperor's seedling?"
The man shook his head, and the old man sighed, "A moment of carelessness back then led to the loss of the Wolf Emperor's egg. There are too many forces supporting us, and we don't know where it ended up."
For millions of years, there has still been no news. I'm afraid ...."
"Ancestor, news has come from the Brahma Divine Venerable..." the middle-aged man said.
"Just reply to him directly. Tell him to get as far away as possible. Don't bother our Howling Moon Sirius clan. We won't accept any threats. If you're dissatisfied, we'll fight to the bitter end. Our Howling Moon Sirius clan has no backbone." Before the man could finish, the old man snorted coldly.
This elder was the ancestor of the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf clan, and this place was their ancestral land—the Blood Moon Divine Domain.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, someone from the Jiuyou lineage has arrived and says they want to see Your Majesty." Someone came forward to pay their respects.
The man frowned slightly: "The Jiuyou lineage has nothing to do with us. A bunch of despicable assassins—tell them to get lost." "
Wait..."
The ancestor of the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf clan was moved and asked, "What brings them here?"
"They said they discovered our own kind in the next class, and there's a blood moon pattern on their forehead..."
"What?"
The middle-aged man and the ancestor of the Howling Moon Sirius clan both trembled violently, disbelief appearing in their eyes.
...
"Let me go! I want to find my Brother Long."
Aman roared in anger. He manifested his Ten-Thousand-Zhang true form, yet was still pinned down by a giant hand. Aman struggled wildly, the ground carved into a huge pit, yet he could never break free from that giant hand.
Around him were a group of giants even taller than himself, each with bulging muscles, their blood energy erupting like a volcano.
"Your Brother Long isn't even in this region. You can't find him." A giant pressed down on Aman and laughed.
The people around seemed to especially like this little one, smiling on their faces. But as soon as they spoke, it was like thunder exploding, with ripples spreading across the void.
"Then I want to find him too. He's good to me, but you all don't." Aman roared in anger, struggling desperately, but at this moment, he was like a baby fighting against an adult. The strength he prided himself on now seemed so weak.
After an hour, Aman was gasping for breath and finally stopped struggling, because he was exhausted and his stomach started rumbling.
"Bang!"
A huge plate appeared before Aman, and inside the plate was a gigantic Earthwalking Dragon.
Without hesitation, Aman picked her up and started biting. After eating her fill and regaining strength, she ran outside, but the man grabbed her and continued the previous scene.
The people around seemed used to it by now. From a distance, it looked as if several towering mountains were piercing the clouds.
But these weren't mountains—they were several giants seated, their shoulders shrouded in mist.
These were several elderly men. Looking at Aman's expression, their faces were full of relieved smiles.
One of the elders sighed, "The reincarnation of the Barbarian King has actually been sent here. It seems our tribe's revival is hopeful." "
Yes, as our barbarian fate is about to end, the reincarnation of the Barbarian King has appeared, and our lineage is finally about to rise."
...
"Young lady, you carry the aura of that guy Empuda on you, which is kind of annoying.
But your talent, your talent, and the desire to become stronger in your eyes really tempt me.
I can make an exception and accept you as my disciple, but you must endure the pain of soul cleansing, to remove Empuda's mark. Are you willing? A woman dressed in a tight suit but sporting a neat short hair spoke to a petite young girl.
The little girl nodded, "As long as it makes me stronger, I'm willing to do anything." This
young girl was Dongming Yu, and the person before her was someone who struck fear into countless people.
"Very well. From today onward, you are my disciple, Ye Wusheng. But remember, you're only a disciple right now.
If you want to become my disciple, you must personally cut off Empda's head for me—consider it a form of apprenticeship. The short-haired woman said.
"That's exactly what I meant," Dongming Yu nodded. She had always hated this despicable killing god.
The woman smiled slightly, seemingly very pleased with Dongming Yu's approach. She simply took her hand and disappeared into the void.
...
Yue Zifeng gazed at the towering mountain before him. The Lingtian Sword intent filled the entire world. At the summit stood a long sword, piercing the sky, surrounded by billions of stars, radiating supreme divine might.
"Boss, take care. When we meet again, I'll be the one protecting you."
Yue Zifeng took a deep breath and walked step by step toward the high mountain. From the void, he looked like a tiny ant, heading toward a towering peak, but his steps were firm and full of unstoppable momentum.
...
"Brother, I've long admired the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy and traveled billions of miles to study. Please, let me take the assessment."
Once I pass the assessment, we'll be senior brothers. With my talent, I'm sure I'll make a name for myself, and I'll definitely repay you." Guo
Ran looked at the young disciples before him and spoke in a humble voice. It took him seven days to learn how to say things here.
This is the registration desk for the Divine Armor Academy, which only enrolls students once every three years. It is said to be the strongest Divine Armor Academy in this star region, with applicants coming in an endless stream.
But registering for the Divine Armor Academy required three hundred immortal crystals, and for Guo Ran, who had just ascended from the next stage, this was a disaster—he didn't have any currency from this world.
He also ran to the pawnshop, hoping to sell the materials he had, but when he took out the divine materials from the Tianwu Continent, he was thrown out.
If it weren't for Mo Nian's weakness, and if some people hadn't wanted to beat him up, thinking he was deliberately teasing everyone, the divine material from the lower realm would be worthless here—no one wanted it.
With
no other choice, Guo Ran could only plead with these disciples, hoping to let him off. As long as he was allowed to take the assessment, he was confident he would definitely pass. After all, he had studied battle armor for too long, and for the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy, it was extremely important to him. This was the greatest chance to change his fate.
"You again?" Get lost, this is the academy, not the charity hall. Dressed so shabby, do you have money to learn to make armor? Don't joke around. A disciple glanced up and down at Guo Ran and couldn't help but sneer.