Chapter 397 - Eight Desolates Imperial Lord Lun Ling

Central Plains.

In the sky above the battlefield between the Heavenly Feather Phoenix Race and the Heavenly Human Race.

A young man stared at the sky as if waiting for an answer.

For the other party to be able to extend this far, he was definitely not an ordinary person. In fact, he gave off a strange feeling.

The innkeeper also looked up, not knowing if the other party would leave his name behind.

He could look over, but he didn’t.

The way the other party acted was somewhat different.

Jiang Lan looked at his opponent. He could choose to close the passage and retreat safely.

But name…

Rather than letting them guess, it was better to confirm it for them.

He opened his mouth and spoke.

At this moment, the genius from the Heavenly Human Race sensed that a voice was currently sounding from the sky. It was a voice that was difficult for others to hear, as if it was the voice of heaven and earth.

“I am… The Eight Desolates Imperial Lord Lun Ling.”

This voice seemed to have a strange power that was intimidating.

Hearing this voice, the innkeeper was surprised.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Human Race’s genius only watched, no one knowing what he was thinking.

“We’ll meet again.”

…

Jiang Lan closed the passage and put away the Mountain Sea Mirror.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Too dangerous.

“He is extremely strong, I feel like he hasn’t surpassed the realm of a Celestial Immortal. This person is a rising star for the Heavenly Human Race.”

According to what he knew, the ones who controlled the Heavenly Human Race weren’t the older generation.

They were the elites of the younger generation.

It should be this person.

The enemy he must face in the future.

A Celestial Immortal was already an extremely powerful existence across the entire Grand Desolate World.

However, the Grand Desolate World definitely did not lack Celestial Immortals. It was just that they rarely appeared.

As for the name of Eight Desolates Imperial Lord Lun Ling, that was a name that had appeared in Kunlun before. It was the new Deity Position name that Imperial Lord Xi He had given him.

Although he might have to change it in the future.

But now…

There was no direction at all.

The only direction this title pointed to was Kunlun.

However, it did not point directly at Kunlun either. This way, he could be better hidden.

This could buy him more time.

“Hu!”

He heaved a sigh of relief and left without hesitation.

He searched for the next location for seclusion.

He would return to Kunlun after he recovered.

“I felt that something was wrong just now. The youth’s speed is indeed very fast, but the battlefield is too vast. Crossing it will take quite some time.

After such a long time, there were actually no immortals affecting the youth. That shouldn’t be possible.”

Jiang Lan was puzzled as he flew through the air.

After some thought, he had an answer.

“Did the innkeeper exert his influence too?”

This was highly possible.

He did not think that he could fight against Celestial Immortals.

At that time, if a Celestial Immortal had interfered, he would be helpless.

Heaven Immortals were only Heaven Immortals.

There were countless immortals at the Heaven Immortal level in this kind of battlefield, and they were not considered to be a core force.

Only Celestial Immortals could be considered experts on such a battlefield.

True Immortals…

Were just cannon fodder.

As for Dao Immortals, there were not many of them.

There were probably only ten Dao Immortals in Kunlun. The number of Dao Immortals in other factions should also be around this number as well.

As for those above the Dao Immortal Realm.

That was beyond him for now.

Perhaps it would be a Deity or a Saint.

He could only guess and was unable to directly understand it with his current cultivation.

Besides, it was not the right time yet, and there was no need to know too much about it.

It was easy to affect one’s progress if one aimed too high.

Except…

He probably knew why there were so many natural disasters everywhere.

As the various large factions fought, the influence of their strength continued without end. When this strength overflowed, it would bring more or less influence to the surrounding regions.

As the power ripples spread, the elements of the world would be disrupted.

This would in turn disrupt the ecological balance.

For immortal cultivators, these effects were insignificant.

But to ordinary people, this was a natural disaster.

In the end, Jiang Lan shook his head. He had no intention of doing anything.

He could only attempt to understand and feel these matters.

As an insignificant Heaven Immortal, the only thing he could do was protect himself.

His aim was to try to become stronger.

Only then could he live in peace in the Great Desolate World.

Only then could he bear his own responsibility.

If he had the strength, he would exert his influence on the Grand Desolate World. If not, he would leave it to fate.

…

…

It was unknown how much time had passed since spring.

Kunlun.

Beside the Jade Pool, under the peach blossom tree.

Ao Longyu sat beside the tree and carved a small horizontal line on it.

“Fifteen years, one month…”

She sat upright under the tree and looked at the branches on the tree. She nodded slightly.

“It’s indeed fifteen years and a month.”

Then, she turned around and looked in the direction of the Ninth Summit.

Her Junior Brother had left for fifteen years and had yet to return.

She did not know when he would return.

She had not been cultivating properly all these years. If this continued, her cultivation would be overtaken by her Junior Brother.

But…

She wanted to wait for her Junior Brother to return before cultivating properly.

But this time, her Junior Brother had been away for a very long time. Last time, it had only been a few years.

“Senior Sister.”

Lin Siya’s voice could be heard.

Ao Longyu looked outside and opened the way for Lin Siya.

Seeing Lin Siya enter, Ao Longyu spoke first.

“Junior Sister, have you become an immortal?”

“Yes, Senior Sister.” Lin Siya looked happy.

“There were some troubles, but fortunately, I managed to overcome them.

Right, Senior Sister. Junior Brother has yet to return?”

“Yes, he hasn’t returned yet.” Ao Longyu nodded slightly.

“Senior Sister is not in a good mood.” Lin Siya thought for a while and said.

“Senior Sister, let me ask you a question. Before you left, did anything unhappy happen between Senior Sister and Junior Brother?”

“Something unhappy?” Ao Longyu immediately recalled what happened that day.

“I guess not.”

“No?” Lin Siya looked at Ao Longyu and asked.

“Then what happened?”

Ao Longyu looked up at Lin Siya and hesitated. In the end, she said.

“The other day Junior asked me to close my eyes…”

She roughly told him what happened that day and said.

“After that happened, I ran back. Junior Brother shouldn’t be angry, right?”

Upon hearing Ao Longyu’s words, Lin Siya’s eyes widened in shock.

“Junior, Junior Brother, he, he, he, he, he, he, he…”

Ao Longyu’s face was slightly flushed, but she still remained seated on the spot.

After Lin Siya calmed down, she said.

“Senior Sister, don’t worry. Junior Brother will definitely return as soon as possible.

Senior Sister is incomparably beautiful. Junior Brother would never forget touching Senior Sister’s lips.

He probably can’t wait to come back. ”

“Is that so?” Ao Longyu asked in a low voice.

Her heart calmed down after hearing what Siya said.

…

…

At the old wine inn.

The Eighth Prince was wiping the table.

And set up the overturned chair.

Just now, Uncle Ao Ye came to drink and fought with the Pixiu again.

In the past few years, he had given Pixiu a lot of money.

These two were definitely together to cheat him of his money.

The Pixiu went to cheat the youth in the past. Now that he was not around, he had come to cheat him.

“Next time, I should just set the table in the backyard and let them go face to face. It doesn’t matter if they fight or not. It doesn’t affect the inn.”

“Big Brother…”

The Eighth Prince immediately turned his head. Just as he was about to make his move, he realized that Yan Xiyun had already retreated far away.

“…”

This girl from the Qilin Race was getting more and more familiarized with his actions.