Chapter 786 - 500: Target—Power of a Hundred Dragons, Evil Yin! (Double Length) (2)

Chapter 786: Chapter 500: Target—Power of a Hundred Dragons, Evil Yin! (Double Length) (2)

Before leaving, he only asked the two injured, Yi Lang and Bian Bohong, whether they wanted to go back, to leave the Celestial Ruins Realm.

After receiving a negative response, like Song Changming, he didn’t force the two.

Watching Song Changming’s figure quickly disappear into the dust, Bian Bohong suddenly said, "I always feel that this time the Celestial Ruins Realm is particularly lively, like something big is about to happen..."

Whether it’s the Great Demon of the Demon Race or the Grandmaster of the Human Race, they are all grappling here.

Compared to the part of exploring and searching for treasures, he always feels that this time the fighting and killing in the Celestial Ruins Realm are more prevalent.

This is a scene not seen in any previous Celestial Ruins Realm.

This is naturally due to the massive influx of Demon Race, but, is it really just that...

Bian Bohong combined his different impressions from entering the Celestial Ruins Realm twice, silently shook his head in his heart, hoping that he was just overthinking and not to be troubled again.

"Let’s go, Brother Bian." Yi Lang adjusted his breath for a while, then got up and said.

Although he was seriously injured, he still didn’t plan to give up the rare opportunity to enter the Celestial Ruins Realm this time. Recovering from the injury as early as possible allows him to continue his actions sooner.

"Hmm, and don’t know how Brother Situ is doing..." Bian Bohong suddenly looked into the distance and said.

The four of them entered the Celestial Ruins Realm together, now three have reunited, only Situ Ming has yet to have any news.

"Don’t worry, Situ Ming’s strength is above yours and mine, he won’t be in trouble." Yi Lang was assured of Situ Ming’s safety.

He is from the Shi Clan members of the Imperial City, while Bian Bohong is a descendant of the Shangli Dao imperial Family, so he knows more about Situ Ming’s strength than Bian Bohong.

Instead of worrying about Situ Ming’s safety, they might as well worry about themselves.

On the other side, after leaving, Song Changming was moving forward while digesting the essence of the Great Demon’s blood and flesh.

Although the foreign race ruins yielded nothing, this harvest was still substantial for him. After all, the essence of the Great Demon Flesh and Blood is equally important for the enhancement of his strength, not much worse than the previously acquired top-level fist technique.

"I wonder where the Little Phoenix is in the Celestial Ruins Realm..."

While exploring the Celestial Ruins Realm, Song Changming also wanted to try to find the traces of the Little Phoenix Bird.

It’s taken into the Celestial Ruins Realm by the Hawk Demon. If spotted by some powerful demons or a Human Race Grandmaster like Hua Sichen, it would be very dangerous.

Even though the Hawk Demon has Celestial Phoenix Feathers, it may not be able to protect the Little Phoenix Bird.

After all, the Little Phoenix has been his pet bird for so many years, accompanied him for so long, he didn’t want anything unexpected to happen, and never see his pet bird again.

It’s just that he has no way to track the Little Phoenix Bird now, so he has no leads on finding the Little Phoenix Bird in the Celestial Ruins Realm; he could only look around and say no more.

Heading in the predetermined direction, like this, more than half a day passed.

Not even he could estimate how many miles he flew, the yellow sand in front finally began to decrease, gradually revealing that cracked rocky soil layer.

Until the yellow sand no longer covered, Song Changming couldn’t help but look back, faintly seeing the distant road he came from, still with wind and sand swirling, blowing in the sky, the air muddy and dim.

"New place."

After walking out of the sandy place, Song Changming defined the ground beneath his feet as a new location, different from the place full of sand where he was earlier.

Along this path, he had not encountered a third ruin again; in this aspect, it seemed his luck had run out.

But Song Changming was not anxious; the Celestial Ruins Realm had just opened not long ago, he still had a long time to stay.

As he continued forward, the surrounding environment increasingly seemed gloomy.

"Such a rich Yin Sha Land." Song Changming muttered to himself, only feeling like he had come to the Nine Netherworld.

But soon after, as he continued deeper, the cold intensified, the gathering of yin energy in this land has far surpassed the Nine Netherworld.

"This Extremely Yin Land is indeed suitable for my cultivation."

Song Changming was not difficult to adapt to the cold here. With the Witch Refining Technique, he could refine it well without being eroded by this cold.

The energy of Yin here was even more suitable for his cultivation than the Moonlight Power he obtained every night.

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind blew from the front, making a somewhat piercing rustling sound.

Immediately after, the cold fog surged, rolling violently, gathering from all directions.

"There’s no demon qi..." Song Changming slightly frowned, faintly realizing that something was not right here, but he didn’t detect demon qi causing trouble.

"Could there be something evil?"

He knew the outside world, An Province, that desolate land claimed to be the world’s cemetery, indeed had ghosts and evil spirits living as foreign races.

It can be said with confidence that ghosts exist in this world.

After all, the Great Demon can still resurrect using residual soul in the heart core, and his two brothers can still turn into undead corpse using ancient technique after death.

As Song Changming increasingly understands and probes, he finds that the so-called lines between life and death in this world are blurred, not clear.

It’s hard to say whether the undead corpse is alive or dead, or whether those ghosts are another form of life’s survival.

Song Changming’s expression remained calm, having seen too much of the world now, his understanding made him not fear the eeriness of ghosts.

After all, he is now a Martial Arts Grandmaster, not merely an average ordinary person.

The yin wind swept past him, Song Changming only felt a chill all over, his body’s life force seemed to be scattered a bit.

His Qi Blood, like fire, was also weakened slightly.

"Interesting." Song Changming felt the yin wind, unhurried and calm.

If ordinary people were under this yin wind, perhaps within a tea’s time, they would be extinguished of life, heart fire blown away, completely incapable of living.

This is an absolute danger zone!

Song Changming suddenly looked back at the yin wind that had already blown past; although he didn’t see with naked eyes, under perception, it seemed there were countless unknown creatures, frantically competing in the yin wind for the life force and Qi Blood blown away from him.

Song Changming tried to push out a palm toward the yin wind, immediately countless sharp cries echoed in the yin wind, becoming twisted, Song Changming vaguely saw countless human faces within it!

The human faces mostly looked ferocious and hateful, seemingly wanting to pounce on Song Changming and bite him.

Unfortunately, they seemed unable to leave the yin wind, only to be carried by it, blowing further away until they disappeared.

However, wave after wave of yin wind, each wave had these ghostly things haunting, attempting to take away some vitality from him.

Song Changming simply enveloped his body with Master’s Power, and the effect was apparent.

The yin wind, upon contacting his Master’s Power, was isolated, unable to erode his fleshly body, and those ghosts hidden within naturally couldn’t touch him.

Song Changming tried to grasp these ghostly entities to scrutinize them, but he found himself unable to catch these seemingly shapeless ghostly things.

He didn’t force it, braving the yin wind to continue searching in this cold land.

The terrain of the cold land was no longer flat; the cracked earth turned into valleys, mountains, and various stone fragments piled into random rocky mounds.

"Hmm?"

Wandering around this cold land, unknowingly for a long time, Song Changming’s gaze suddenly turned towards a distant place, having sensed something.

"What’s that?!"

Without thinking, Song Changming reached out and brushed his brow.

Heaven-Raising Divine Art: Spirit Rhinoceros Eyes activated!

Eyes shining with divine light, his vision rapidly spread to dozens of miles away, clearly seeing through the constant whipping yin wind and cold fog, a somewhat large chaotic rocky mound.

Large and small rocky earth, layered, haphazardly covered.

But on one side of the rocky mound, there’s a corner of brick and tile, seemingly buried within, revealing such a small part.

Presumed ancient ruins!

Song Changming decisively grew interested, quickly flying close to that rocky mound.

With a wave of his hand, under the support of Master’s Power, a vast array of rock and soil pieces on the surface of the rocky mound fell down, flung aside.

Soon, the full spectacle became apparent.

"It really is." Song Changming looked at the dilapidated buildings in front of him, somewhat resembling temple, monastery-style architecture.

Temple, shrine, and some quarters, old bell...