"Thank you!"You're welcome, you're welcome!Mu touched his lips, smiling and said: "How do you feel now"Should be fine, rightFor him, who was experiencing his first rescue, seeing the person he saved f...Just as Ginger Cloud uttered that voiceless thank you, Tianluo, who had always been seated cross-legged atop the mountain peak, furrowed his brow and turned his gaze upon Ginger Cloud.

After staring at Jiang Yun for a long moment, he slowly stood up and took a step forward before vanishing without a trace.

Jiang Yun seemed to know the departure of the celestial heavens, and with a sudden burst of power like the wind, he threw out several spirit stones, arranging a formation. Then, he walked into the formation and sat cross-legged.

No one knew that three days ago, when Jiang Yun seemed to be climbing a mountain out of boredom, he was actually sending a request with his divine sense toward the square at the thousand-meter mark when he passed it.

Request ginger's return, to help me fight for a little time, a little time that isn't watched by the heavens.

Although he didn't receive any response at the time, just now, he finally heard Jiang Gui's transmission: "No matter what you do, you have a maximum of one hour!"

Therefore, now he finally has a brief freedom to do what he wants to do.

As he stood within the formation, Ginger Cloud once again glanced at the plants and trees in the courtyard. He muttered to himself, "Grass, perish, river, become barren!"

"The grass withers on the river, this is the power the Waste Tribe possesses!"

"Although I'm still unclear what this power truly is, let's just call it the Power of Chaos!"

To obtain the power of Ruin, one must inscribe their own mark of Ruin upon themselves!

"My ravines, are...for ruin!"

As soon as the words left his lips, a crack appeared at the tip of Jiang Yun's finger, and fresh blood gushed out. He then used the blood as ink, gently dotting it on his brow.

Then, slowly, it moved sideways!

If someone could see this scene, they would discover that what Jiang Yun wrote was actually just a horizontal stroke!

Just like the first stroke of the Birth and Death Demon Seal!

But, looking at it, it seemed like a simple line. Yet, Ginger Cloud's fingers moved with extreme slowness.

Even his complexion and exposed skin paled with the movement of his fingers, as if this stroke had drawn all the blood from his body!

However, Jiang Yun was indifferent to the changes in his body.

All of his attention was focused on the mark above his eyebrow, which grew longer with every movement of his finger!

Jiang Yun didn't know that once he completed this stroke, the Heavenly Falling Realm, this doomed world, this prison, and even all ten thousand realms would be thrown into chaos!

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After hundreds of reflections, Jiang Yun finally had a glimmer of understanding about the desolate patterns.

To outsiders, it seems that the members of the desolate tribe cultivate desolate patterns. In reality, they cultivate their bodies, refining themselves!

Cultivators cultivate the Dao, pursuing various powers of the Dao. However, the vast majority of these Dao powers are external forces!

Therefore, cultivators must possess spiritual energy and use it to draw in various kinds of power for their own purposes.

If you place a cultivator in a place with no spiritual energy, all they can utilize is the spiritual energy within their body.

Once the spiritual energy in one's body is depleted and cannot be replenished, then the cultivator becomes a廢人.

Although there are pure body cultivators among the cultivators, body cultivation only cultivates physical strength, or in other words, it's about training power!

Strength boundless, diamond indestructible, this is the ultimate of physical cultivation!

However, the Wild Tribe is different. They cultivate themselves, and their power comes from their own bodies.

In short, the Wilderness Clan regards their own bodies as an incredibly vast world, obtaining various kinds of power from within their bodies.

Every organ, every part of the body, even every drop of blood and every muscle fiber, corresponds to a certain force existing between heaven and earth!

For example, if the Wild Clan needs water power, they can obtain it from their own blood. If they need fire power, they can obtain it from their own life flames.

This is also why the Barbarian Clan doesn't need spiritual energy and can independently block most magical attacks.

Because their bodies are the source of all kinds of magic, if you use magic to attack them, it naturally won't work.

When Jiang Yun first came into contact with the wild patterns, the vicissitudes voice from within the Dao imprint fragment said that the existence of the Wild Race was not in line with the Dao's realm, so they forever rejected the outside world.

However, Jiang Yun believes that the existence of the Wild Race is not against the Dao's intention, but because their Dao is even more advanced!

If one says that the cultivator's Dao exists between heaven and earth, then the savage race's Dao is itself!

I am the way!

As for the function of Gua Sha, it is to stimulate various forces within the body.

The strength of an Outlander, is determined by the number of outlander markings on their body.

Although the Huangzu are a clan, their cultivation methods are not limited to their own people. Outsiders can also cultivate them.

But the premise is that there must be a scar as a seed.

However, this kind of seed, if it is planted by someone else, then all you can do is passively accept the growth of this seed.

What grows out is not just a pattern, but a mark!

Such people are known as "wild slaves" to the Wastelanders, or those cultivators within the Vast Wilderness who bear the mark of a Wild Lord!

But if this seed is one that you yourself have planted, then only when you have awoken to a certain power within your body will it be able to grow, and in turn sprout more arcane tattoos on you.

Only such people can be considered true members of the wild tribe.

The difference between an Ahuang and a member of the Ahuang tribe is just like the difference between ordinary people brought back from the mortal world to Tianluozong and true cultivators.

One is a quick course, but the foundation is unstable;

Although it grows slowly, every step it takes is incredibly solid.

Of course, for those without the blood of the Wild Clan, to plant seeds themselves requires a Wild Mark belonging to the Wild Clan as a guide.

Then, with this understanding of the texture, go to understand your own unique texture. Plant it within yourself, allowing it to take root, sprout, branch out, and grow more textures.

Every person's comprehension of the desolate patterns is different, and Jiang Yun did not directly comprehend the desolate pattern within the Dao Seal because it belonged to the Dao far away.

During this month, he seemed to be observing grasses and trees, but in reality, he was pondering what kind of desolate patterns he should strive to comprehend.

Ultimately, he also decided that his wasteland pattern was simply "wasteland"!

He wanted some time that wasn't monitored, just to draw this line in the sand for himself!

Now, he's about to draw the first stroke of "荒," which is the character for "desolate"!

Though there is merely a trivial wound on Jiang Yun's fingertips, the blood flowing from it is finite.

But in reality, at this moment, the blood flowing through every vein in his body was like a surging river, relentlessly churning, all rushing madly toward his fingertips.

The very first stroke of this radical, is like using the entire being of ginger cloud to paint it with fresh blood!

As Jiang Yun's brushstroke drew halfway, a sudden thunderous roar echoed through the sky.

And at the sound of the giant boom, everyone's faces suddenly changed!

Because just over four months ago, they had heard a similar roar, and experienced a nightmare they didn't want to remember!

"This...wouldn't a holy relic be showing up again, would it"

"No way, artifacts usually appear at least once every hundred years. What's going on lately Why are they appearing one after another At this rate, who can stand it!"

"Yeah, if this happens a few more times, we're all going to be dead!"

A wave of fear and despair swept through the world, particularly on Tianluo Mountain, where panicked whispers echoed throughout the land.

Then, these discussions spread like ripples outwards, reaching the heavens and beyond, across the entire realm of the dying world!

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