In a deserted and inhabited place, Dongfang Zimo looked around and fell in a certain direction.
Above a huge rock, Dongfang Zimo was controlling an ax to open up a simple cave.
Then several flags and flags and a dharma plate were released, surrounding the area.
Afterwards, Dongfang Zimo entered the cave to recover the mana he had consumed these days.
Three days later, with the help of the elixir, Dongfang Zimo quickly adjusted his condition to its peak.
Dongfang Zimo patted the storage bag, and a golden light flew out and landed on his hand.
"The Dharma of the Gods..." Dongfang Zimo looked at the gold-page classic in his hand with curious eyes.
This skill was obtained from the Supreme Elder of the Aurora Hall.
Dongfang Zimo knew that relying on the magical weapons on his body could not really improve his own strength, so he thought of using a different set of techniques.
He released his spiritual consciousness, landed on the book of skills, and slowly floated in the air. The golden pages kept turning, and strings of golden runes condensed out of the book.
Dongfang Zimo, on the other hand, closed his eyes tightly and relied on the help of his spiritual consciousness to slowly comprehend this set of divine laws.
After a while, Dongfang Zimo frowned. This set of exercises seemed to be extremely mysterious. It might take some time to fully understand it.
Even so, Dongfang Zimo has no intention of giving up. Even if he can understand a little bit, he will slowly understand all of this book of gods.
Just like that, half a month passed in a flash, and Dongfang Zimo still maintained his meditative state.
The golden runes in the sky are also constantly changing.
A few months later, when Dongfang Zimo opened his eyes again, a golden light flashed through his pupils.
The golden tome floating in the air was put back into the storage bag by Dongfang Zimo, and the golden runes disappeared together with it.
Dongfang Zimo made a strange magic formula with his hands, moved his lips slightly and uttered Sanskrit sounds.
I saw a flash of inspiration on his body, and a golden shadow slowly condensed from the top of his head.
The golden shadow had the same face as Dongfang Zimo, but it had its eyes tightly closed.
"The hard work of these days has not been in vain. I have finally succeeded in cultivating this divine dharma." Dongfang Zimo looked at the golden shadow in the sky with joy. With a thought in his heart, the golden shadow punched out with a powerful force.
The fist wind swept out, and a huge hole was blasted out of the entire cave.
"As expected of the Nascent Soul cultivator's technique! The power is truly extraordinary!" Dongfang Zimo was overjoyed that just one punch had such power. Just when he was about to test the power of the hit, the tip of his eyebrows suddenly raised, which was a bit surprising.
Explore outside.
Dongfang Zimo put away the God's Dharma and turned it into a ray of light and flew out.
On a hill thousands of miles away from the cave, two monks in blue robes rested tiredly under a tree.
"I've been searching for him for almost a year. That person may have left the Eternal Continent long ago. The elders above asked me to wait and search everywhere. What's the difference between this and finding a needle in a haystack." A man with a pockmarked face complained.
"Okay! Recover some mana and start patrolling quickly. If you are caught slacking off here, you will be punished." Another man with thick eyebrows and a Chinese-character face shouted helplessly.
Hearing this, the pock-marked man could only sigh, took out a few pills and sat up cross-legged to meditate.
The same goes for men with thick eyebrows and Chinese characters.
Not long after they started meditating, they suddenly felt something approaching in front of them. When they opened their eyes, they were startled.
"It's Dongfang Yuheng!" The pock-marked man screamed in horror and tried to run away.
"Humph!" Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly and shot out a ray of light with just one flick of his finger.
The pockmarked man didn't know what treasure he had on him, but he actually automatically held up a barrier in times of danger.
However, under that ray of light, it was still easily defeated.
The pockmarked man let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and fell from the air.
"Ah?" The man with the Chinese character face yelled in surprise. You should know that the pockmarked man was in the late stage of foundation building, but he was easily killed by the opponent.
The death of the pock-marked man made the Chinese-faced monk give up the idea of escape. He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but under Dongfang Zimo's sharp eyes, his head buzzed and he lost consciousness.
The man's eyes were empty, and his whole body was trembling.
And Dongfang Zimo's pupils continued to release strange spiritual light, searching the man's memory wantonly under the intrusion of his spiritual consciousness.
"Elder Shen of the Aurora Palace...the Dongfang Family..." Dongfang Zimo disconnected his consciousness and slowly sorted out all the information he had obtained with a heavy expression on his face.
The man with the Chinese character face rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.
"The Oriental Family has actually been annexed by the Wen family! The Wen family is also looking everywhere for the whereabouts of the Thousand Souls Blade... It seems that not only the Aurora Palace, but the entire Eternal Continent wants to kill me and get the Thousand Souls Blade.
..." Dongfang Zimo's expression became very grim. If he was hunted down by the entire continent, wouldn't he be in doom?
In the memory of the monk in the Aurora Palace, he learned that the Dongfang Family had been captured by the Wen family a few months ago, and the news that Dongfang Yuheng had fallen into Yuanying had also spread. Those powerful people who coveted the Thousand Soul Blade
The attackers immediately set out to seize the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure as their own. Even those old monsters from the Nascent Soul who had been in seclusion for many years also appeared frequently.
Ye Laomo of the Aurora Palace even sent three Nascent Soul Elders and thousands of monks out of the city to search. Even if they killed the opponent, they still had to snatch the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure.
"It seems that we can't stay in the Eternal Continent any longer. We have to return to the Nantian Continent quickly." After Dongfang Zimo's expression changed, he finally made up his mind.
His eyes fell on the unconscious man, and with one finger, he understood the other person directly, and then left the place together.
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Half a month later, millions of miles away, an old man with a goatee wearing a soap robe was sitting cross-legged in a secret room practicing meditation.
"Elder Shen, I have something urgent to report!" A middle-aged man with a solemn expression appeared outside the secret room door and said solemnly.
Hearing this, the old man with the goatee immediately opened his eyes and said, "Is there the whereabouts of that man?"
"About ten days ago, two foundation-building monks in Aurora City were injured on the hill of Yiwanliyi. After some investigation, the murderer easily killed one of the late-stage foundation-building monks with one blow, and also attacked another one.
One person used Soul Search, and the disciples guessed that the person's cultivation level should be around the middle to late stage of Jindan, perhaps that Dongfang Yuheng." The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Very good, this guy is really good at hiding, and he actually disappeared for a year... More manpower was sent, and everyone gathered in that direction to search!" Elder Shen laughed sinisterly, and after giving an order, he disappeared.
In the secret room.
Over a small town thousands of miles away, a startling rainbow flew out with lightning speed and disappeared into the horizon in a few flashes.