Ancient Gods

Mo Yang knew that after being caught in the turbulent flow of the void, he suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. Although he survived for some unknown reason, the true energy in his body had dissipated.

The cultivation that was once enough to look down on the heroes among the younger generation, now there is nothing left.

He sat on the ice field for three days and three nights, like a walking corpse.

"Forget it, I still live in the world in exchange for your life, which is also a profit..."

He let out a faint sigh. He had survived the ten years of darkness and regarded these years as a dream...

"I am still the same person after all, I just woke up from the dream..."

After sitting for three days, Mo Yang slowly got up and walked forward step by step.

He didn't know where this place was, but in his cognition, there seemed to be no such place on Xuantian Continent. This place was most likely another unknown continent.

His cultivation was dissipated, and he lost the ability to fly in the air. He could once sense the huge divine thoughts dozens of miles away, but now he couldn't use it.

He could only move forward step by step, because the trauma he suffered this time was too terrible. Although his body seemed to have been repaired, he didn't know how long he could live.

The strong true qi had dissipated, and his foundation must have been destroyed.

Although his cultivation had dissipated, he could still faintly feel that the Star Emperor Tower was still in his dantian, but he couldn't see his body at the moment, and he didn't know whether it was the Star Emperor Tower that saved his life.

This ice field was extremely vast. Although Mo Yang walked on foot and his speed was very slow, two days later, looking around, it was still white and boundless.

Just like his future, he didn't know where to go and couldn't see hope.

As night fell, Mo Yang stopped and sat cross-legged on the ice field, looking up at the darkening deep sky. There were also stars twinkling, but the place he was in was no longer the continent he used to be.

In a few days, Mo Yang had accepted the reality, and calmed down to feel it carefully. The breath flowing here was very different from the former Xuantian Continent.

On this continent, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be more dense and pure.

Compared with Xuantian Continent, this continent seems to be more vast and powerful.

Because in a sense, the concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth determines the cultivation of the cultivator. The thinner the spiritual energy, the slower the cultivation speed of the cultivator will be, and vice versa.

Faintly, Mo Yang had a hunch that this continent might be the continent where Xu Qing and Duan Chenxiang were.

Because whether it was Duan Chenxiang or Xu Qing, their cultivation was ridiculously strong, and they were even comparable to the Saint of Yaochi.

You should know that the reason why the Saint of Yaochi could have such a strong cultivation was because she was not a figure of this era. The Holy Land of Yaochi was sealed for nearly ten thousand years. In that era, the cultivation world of Xuantian Continent was in its heyday.

In the past few days, it seemed that Mo Yang had become a walking corpse because of the loss of his cultivation, but he also felt the extraordinaryness of this continent.

On this continent, there must have been many extremely powerful forces.

If it is true as he guessed, Xu Qing, Duan Chenxiang and other geniuses are from here, then the so-called Holy Sect, the so-called Duan Family, and the Tiandao Sect he accidentally mentioned are all located here.

These are probably real behemoths.

In his current state, if he is seen by those geniuses who made enemies at the beginning, the result can be imagined.

However, in the past few days, he has not met anyone walking on this vast ice field.

The next morning, Mo Yang opened his eyes, and his eyebrows were covered with white frost. Although the cold here was biting, even if his cultivation had been dissipated, his strong body was still not afraid of the cold here.

Mo Yang got up silently and continued to move forward.

He didn't know where the front would lead to, and he didn't know whether death or rebirth was waiting for him.

In fact, he also thought that if he could set foot on the path of cultivation again, here might be his chance.

Life is not afraid of starting over, after all, he is still young.

What is afraid is that there is no courage to start over!

But no matter what he chooses, he can only move forward now. He can't stay where he is. Just like when he faced a life-and-death battle, he never sat and waited for death even when facing an invincible enemy.

At noon, Mo Yang suddenly stopped and became alert. His instinct told him that there seemed to be danger ahead.

Although he couldn't use his divine sense now and couldn't sense it, that instinct was still there.

He moved forward carefully and secretly. In front of him, he saw several figures, who seemed to be hunting a snow-white spirit beast.

Mo Yang glanced at them and felt a strange feeling in his heart, because he knew the cultivation of those people clearly, and they were actually a group of saints.

"Is it because I merged with the left eye of the ancient god? Although my cultivation is gone, I can still see through many things..." Mo Yang said to himself.

There were four women in total, who looked very young. They were very fast on the ice field, chasing the snow-white spirit beast all the way towards Mo Yang.

When he got closer, Mo Yang could see clearly that it was a snow-white bear. Judging from the fierce aura it exuded, its combat power was comparable to that of a third-level saint.

For a moment, Mo Yang also forgot to retreat. By the time he reacted, it was too late. The bear seemed to sense that there was no fluctuation of true energy in Mo Yang, and it suddenly pounced on him.

At this moment, Mo Yang was not afraid. It seemed that his fighting instinct was triggered. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and then blasted out.

"Puff..."

With a light sound, accompanied by blood splashing everywhere, the bear's head exploded instantly, and was directly shattered. The huge corpse fell violently dozens of meters away.

Mo Yang looked calm, frowned slightly, and did not feel strange.

Although his cultivation was gone, his physique was still there. It can be said that his physique is still as good as those geniuses, so ordinary power can't hurt him at all.

The four girls who rushed up were all stunned, looking at Mo Yang with doubtful eyes, and then looking at the bear. Everyone's color changed immediately, and everyone was as if facing a great enemy.

From their reactions, the four were very surprised, and it seemed that they didn't expect that there would be a person here.

However, after their eyes swept over Mo Yang one after another, the four looked at each other and showed some doubts again.

Mo Yang didn't pay attention to the reactions of the four girls. It was just the first time he saw a living person in a few days, and he was inexplicably emotional.

"Who are you?" Mo Yang was about to speak, and one of the girls asked vigilantly.

The other three girls were ready to attack at any time. Although they did not feel the aura and fluctuations of cultivation from Mo Yang, they saw the scene clearly, so they did not dare to be careless.

"I am just an ordinary hunter. I came here half a month ago chasing a snow fox and lost my way..."