Chapter 1058: Chapter 660: Wanton Destruction of Nature’s Gifts Chapter 1058: Chapter 660: Wanton Destruction of Nature’s Gifts Outside the small courtyard, the setting sun descended in the west. The fiery red glow of the twilight rolled over the horizon; it was fierce but not dazzling, conveying a sense of peaceful tis.
The voice of the Banished Immortal slowly fell behind him, and in an instant, the people who had been looking at Sanzang and Shenming with hostility and competitiveness erupted into uproar…
Many faces filled with jealousy and envy.
They had thought they were competitors, never imagining that these two would directly receive a summons. It was truly like ascending to the heavens in a single step, unlike the rest who had to slowly climb up step by step, only hoping for a decent end, to successfully join the Holy Land and beco a part of it. If so, they would die without regrets.
However, at the sa ti, so beings in the crowd looked sowhat astonished.
Most of these had so background, they were not re fledglings. Having heard of the Burial Domain, they knew it to be a vast and powerful realm. In the past, when the Master of the Holy Land had not appeared, it was not much weaker than the Immortal Domain. Many Burial Kings governed that realm, an exceptional place where even the ancestors backing these beings couldn’t set foot without having their Primordial Spirits instantly annihilated.
The most important thing was, the master of the Burial Domain was a Burial Priest.
But the Burial Priest always slumbered within the Burial Earth and rarely interacted with the outside world. The realm was truly reclusive, hidden and never erging – how could a Burial Priest approach them, even signing up for the selection of the Holy Land?
Many geniuses, with sharp observation, noticed sothing unusual. They gathered together, lowering their voices to the faintest whispers.
“If I didn’t mishear just now, did the Banished Immortal address those two as guests from the Burial Domain? Could it be that this man and woman are indeed from that legendary secluded realm?”
A young man, boasting a pair of horns like crescent moon daggers on his head, asked incredulously, his eyes flashing with curiosity and caution.
“Yes, the Banished Immortal was indeed talking about the Burial Domain.”
Another genius spoke in a low voice, closer to the source and hearing it clearly, nodding affirmatively.
“This… It’s well known that the master of the Burial Domain is the Burial Priest. They always slumber within the Burial Earth and barely interact with the outside world. Yet now, they’ve unexpectedly co out in full force to our Immortal Domain, even signing up for the selection of the Holy Land… There must be so unknown secrets involved here, right?!”
A middle-aged man with a scholar’s cap and a sowhat slender build opened his mouth in astonishnt.
“Do you think sothing must have happened in the Burial Domain, forcing them to make contact with the outside world?”
A pure-looking woman, with an elegant figure and snow-white skin, speculated.
“It’s possible,”
said an elderly man with white at his temples, nodding his head while his brows furrowed tightly. “The Burial Domain has always remained hidden. It would definitely not reveal itself over so trivial matter.”
Although the people’s voices were soft, for Sanzang and Shenming, who had reached nearly the level of Burial King, they could hear the group’s discussions as clear as day, even if the voices were truly buzzings of mosquitoes.
Yet their expressions did not change.
Let the discussions continue, as long as they could et the person, that was fine.
That was their most important goal.
As long as they achieved their goal, the rest wouldn’t matter.
The two, unblushing and steady-hearted, followed the direction pointed by the Banished Immortal’s hand and walked out of the courtyard.
The Banished Immortal, in his white robe, led the way.
The discussion was finally active.
The crowd, which was previously whispering, instantly regained their focus and obediently followed.
Everyone was here to join the Holy Land, and for them, with their abilities, statuses, and powers, contemplating more about it was a waste of ti.
But actually, it wasn’t hard to guess.
The man and woman, both high-ranking Burial Priests, had co from the Burial Domain all the way to the Immortal Domain, clearly with sincere intentions, obviously needing sothing from the Master of the Holy Land.
At that mont.
The Banished Immortal at the forefront suddenly waved his sleeve lightly, and the next mont, an ancient ship no larger than a palm drifted out from within his sleeve.
At first it was as small as a mustard seed, but the mont it touched the air, it seed to be granted life. The ancient ship grew quickly against the wind and soon beca enormous. The engraved patterns on its hull were clearly visible, and the sails fluttered, becoming as massive as mountains in just an instant.
Both Sanzang and Shen Ming’s eyes narrowed.
It was not the ability to enlarge the ship from small to large that shocked them.
Their slight astonishnt was actually due to the ship itself.
They could vaguely sense an unimaginable imnse power contained within the ancient ship—an intuition that ca from being prospective Burial Kings.
When carrying people, the ship seed ordinary and nothing special, but if anyone dared to lay a hand on this ancient ship, they would likely not need the bearer to act; the ship itself would be sufficient to give any bold offender a hard ti.
Even.
Even a slightly less powerful King might not be able to withstand this Ancient Ship.
What a treasure, truly a magnificent treasure!!!
Sanzang and Shen Ming’s eyes glead, and they gained so understanding of the strength of the Willow Sacred Land.
Such a treasure, if placed elsewhere, would probably be revered like an ancestor, and definitely not used as a re transport tool for pulling people.
Indeed.
In the eyes of Sanzang and Shen Ming, aside from themselves, the other participants were just chickens and dogs, attending the examination was just a formality.
“Everyone, hold tight, we’re leaving,” the Banished Immortal spoke softly, his clothes rustling loudly even though there was no wind at all.
Sanzang and Shen Ming were left dumbfounded.
Everyone was cultivating, so why did he seem so outstanding, standing out among them like a crane among chickens?
“Rumble, rumble, rumble…”
As the Banished Immortal’s words fell, the ancient ship transford into a streak of rainbow that soared up, tearing through the afterglow spilled on the horizon by the setting sun, and dashed towards the deepest part of the Sacred Land like a stream of light.
As fast as lightning, stirring up sands and dust, the surrounding scenery seed to change very slowly, as if strolling leisurely, but upon looking up again, they had already arrived at the inner city of the Sacred Land.
It should be known that this was the Willow Sacred Land, considered the largest city in the Immortal Domain.
Inside, who knows how many Small Universes have been rged.
Normally, one would even need to use a Teleportation Array to travel.
“What a treasure!” Sanzang and Shen Ming swallowed hard, once again marvelling before their gazes swept imperceptibly across the surrounding crowd, adding the phrase, ‘such a waste of heaven’s gifts.’
…
…
It was really fast.
As a faint white mist surged around them, the scene before everyone dramatically changed.
Instead of staggered grand buildings, all the majestic halls and Jade Towers disappeared, replaced by a continuous range of lofty mountains, enveloped in dust and mist at the mid-waist of the mountain ridges, like a thin gauze…
And right in the center of those endless mountains.
One could see a winding staircase like a long dragon, slowly erging from the mist, appearing before everyone’s eyes…
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