"The Holy Ruins are actually a transit point between the low-level continent and the high-level continent."
Emperor Zun saw the doubts on their faces and continued: "Yunqing Continent is actually a low-level continent, and the Holy Ruins is actually a relatively mysterious place where several people from low-level continents gather."
"The Holy Ruins can be called a transit station or an intermediate plane."
Hearing this, Yunzheng said thoughtfully: "So, if we want to go to a higher-level continent, we must pass through the Holy Ruins?"
"That's right."
Emperor Zun nodded slightly and explained: "Because the spiritual energy of the low-level continent is not enough to support cultivators to break through to higher planes."
After Emperor Zun's words, Feng Xinglan and the others suddenly felt very insignificant because they were only in a low-level continent.
but--
This aroused their passion to venture abroad.
Climbing up step by step and fighting passionately again and again, isn't this the will of the eight of them?!
Fengyun's friends looked at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. They could no longer hold back.
Emperor Zun glanced at them.
"Don't imagine the Holy Ruins too simply."
"What should I say?" Yunzheng looked up at him.
Feng Xinglan and others also looked at him.
Emperor Zun said slowly: "Since the Holy Ruins are the transfer station from the low-level continent to the high-level continent, there are people from other low-level continents in the Holy Ruins, but they are a little special."
"The special thing is that they are not human race."
"The Holy Ruins are now composed of eight major races, namely the human race, the elves, the orcs, the undead, the giants, the dwarves, the seas, and the demons.'"
When Mo Jing heard this, he was greatly shocked.
There are actually so many races in this world?!
Feng Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, the smile on Yu Qiu's lips deepened slightly, Zhong Li Wuyuan frowned slightly, Yan Chen fell into deep thought, and Nangong Qingqing was quite surprised.
Mu Yin and Mo Jing hugged each other excitedly, and Mo Jing showed an expression of yearning for joy. He said excitedly: "I want to see the undead tribe, are they A Piao?"
Mu Yin said excitedly: "I want to see the giants and dwarves together. It would be very interesting."
"Are the sea people sharks?"
"Do the elves have wings? I once read a book, and it seemed to say that the elves are very good at shooting!"
Ever since, they started chatting as if no one was watching.
Everyone: "..."
Emperor Zun was quite helpless and glanced at Yunzheng secretly, his eyes seeming to be complaining aggrievedly.
Yunzheng laughed and squeezed his palm comfortingly.
Immediately, Yunzheng looked at the two of them with a sweet smile and gently persuaded: "It's time for you two to shut up."
Mo Jing and Mu Yin suddenly trembled, and their hearts trembled several times. They immediately sat up straight, glancing at Yunzheng from the corner of their eyes from time to time.
Realizing her dangerous smile, they really didn't dare to move at all.
At this time, Emperor Zun said in a cool voice: "Because your current cultivation level is too low, I will let Qingfeng take you to train in Wanshuo Palace for this month. You should strive to break through to the Tribulation Realm."
Feng Xinglan and others' expressions were slightly stiff.
"Also, I forgot to tell you something. Since your cultivation level is very low, after entering the Holy Ruins, you will be repelled by the spatial airflow inside, and then you will randomly fall into various corners of the Holy Ruins."
"Some races are particularly repulsive to humans, so you need to protect your lives at all times and don't lose your own life."
Fengyun friends: "???"
They were confused.
Yan Chen frowned slightly: "So after we go in, everyone may be separated?"
Emperor Zun nodded: "Well, firstly, the Holy Ruins is in a state of separation from Yunqing Continent and is uncontrollable. Secondly, it is because your strength is too low and you cannot control yourself to land in the same position as others."
Hearing this, Yunzheng looked up at their disappointed expressions and said:
"You're going to go out on your own."
"Oh, oh, oh, I can't bear to do it." Mo Jing wiped away the non-existent tears on his face, his tone was particularly exaggerated.
Zhongli Wuyuan sighed, "To be honest, I'm a little worried about Lan."
Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Feng Xinglan.
"It makes sense."
Feng Xinglan nodded, Qingjun looked at them with a sincere expression on his cold face, and asked seriously: "I'm also worried about myself, so aren't you going to help me?"
Mu Yin saw him taking the initiative to 'beg' and looked at him with pity.
"Brother Lan, you are so poor. I will transfer you two million spiritual jade."
With that said, Mu Yin, a young man with a high ponytail, generously transferred two million spirit jade to Feng Xinglan from the storage space.
"Thank you Ayin."
Then, Feng Xinglan's eyes moved to Mo Jing.
Mo Jing reluctantly gave Feng Xinglan a sum of spiritual jade. After Feng Xinglan received the spiritual jade, Mo Jing grabbed his hand and said sincerely:
"Lan, listen to me, buy less things like swords, and don't be fooled by others. Also, be careful when fighting, don't turn other people's houses and valuables into a pile of rubbish.
, you can’t afford to pay!”
"You must always remember that you are poor."
"You are the poorest!"
Feng Xinglan: "..." I was also very rich once.
Everyone in the Fengyun Team has 'helped' Feng Xinglan to a greater or lesser extent.
Emperor Zun also gave him a considerable amount of spiritual jade.
After finishing the chat, Fengyun friends immediately went to meditate and practice.
After all, they have to break through to the realm of calamity in just one month.
At this moment, Emperor Zun held Yunzheng's hand and looked at the scenery on the moving spirit boat. They looked at each other and smiled from time to time.
When the Jingwei of Wanshuo Hall saw their emperor smiling so tenderly, they were so shocked that they could not calm down for a long time.
Emperor Zun stared at her with his deep eyes, "Zheng'er, I want to tell you something. The people I sent to the Holy Ruins found out about your uncle Di Nian."
"uncle?"
"Well, uncle is at the holy market."
When Yunzheng heard this, she frowned and fell into deep thought. She didn't notice that Rong Shuo changed the title so naturally.
She has never met her uncle Di Nian, but his disappearance seems to be related to her mother.
He said with emotion: "I heard that my uncle has participated in the Tianling Conference for more than ten years in a row, and has been defeated and defeated repeatedly."
Yunzheng raised an eyebrow, "What is the Tianling Conference?"
"The Tianling Conference allows the eight major races in the Holy Ruins to get the opportunity to ascend to the high-level continent." Rong Shuo said, "It is held every year, and the quota for each year is only fifty people."
"A month ago, the Holy Ruins just held this year's Tianling Conference."
Hearing this, Yunzheng probably had a basic understanding of the Tianling Conference, but... she didn't expect that Uncle Di Nian would be so persistent. He participated in it for more than ten years and failed every time.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a glimmer of light in her eyes.