"Thank you, senior!" The young man forced himself to suppress his restless heart. After taking a deep breath, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Feng Qingyang again.
Feng Qingyang didn't say anything, but his extremely deep eyes silently told of the plan he had already made in his heart. There was an ancient dragon sealed here, so he naturally wanted to go and find out.
“If senior has nothing else to say, then I will take my leave now.” Seeing Feng Qingyang’s indifference, the young man quietly retreated and disappeared as a whirlwind.
Once this type of cultivator promises to do something, they will be implicated in cause and effect, so they rarely go back on their words. Feng Qingyang is the best at keeping his promises among them.
Seven days later, the entire wasteland exile area shook violently, and all the major forces suppressed within it all let out earth-shaking roars at the same time.
The sky was affected by the roar. It was a roar that sounded like that of a dragon but was not a dragon. The unchanging clouds hanging high in the sky twisted in an instant and then merged with the roar. The pair of eyes that were flashing with fierce light revealed excitement, and then swooped down.
After a few days, the vibrations coming from all over the place became stronger and stronger, almost feeling like the mountains were shaking and the earth was collapsing. The sound of vibrations hit the four super cities in all directions.
A few days later, that is, half a month after the outbreak, the entire wasteland exile area was filled with smoke and fumes, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and the earth below could no longer be seen.
Wherever the eyes passed, there was nothingness. The naked eye could only detect a few feet and could not move an inch. This horrifying scene shocked countless cultivators.
The sky was dark and the earth was gloomy, as if the end of the world had come. Feng Qingyang sat on the city wall of the West Gate with an uncertain expression. As early as the beginning of the outbreak, all the powerful monks of the West Gate had entered the wilderness of exile.
But half a month passed, and he still didn't know whether they were dead or alive. He sat there silently, wanting to go in and investigate, but because of his promise, he couldn't leave.
Looking back, he looked at the countless weak demons in the heavenly demon realm below the city wall and sighed secretly. In front of the powerful, they were just ants, but it was this group of ants that could gradually grow into the backbone force.
This was also the ultimate reason why the West City Gate wanted him to guard this place so hard. While he was thinking, he heard a roar in his ears. He turned back suddenly and saw thick fog rolling in front of him, in which he could vaguely see a dragon shaped like a green dragon.
But it was gone in the blink of an eye, and was replaced by a scream. After the scream, countless broken limbs and flesh flew out. Feng Qingyang's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he stretched out his hand and immediately grabbed a piece of something that was flying straight towards him.
Looking carefully, it turned out to be the finger of a demon. Seeing this, he became even more silent. He waved his hand and threw it back fiercely. At that moment, he didn't know if it hit something, but another roar was heard.
After countless years of riots here, there was once again an unprecedented earthquake, even the existence of true spirits was aroused, but Feng Qingyang was unaware of all this.
The entire wasteland exile area was filled with a unique roar. Until now, Feng Qingyang would never believe it if someone said that it was just to suppress the ancient dragon.
There were roars one after another, some were hissing, some were violent, and all kinds of flashing lights kept hitting the seal of the void, shining brightly and colorfully, flashing light from the thick fog.
When the light stopped, it was the seal above that produced a conditioned reflex attack. The void vibrated continuously, and almost at the moment of the vibration, a sea of thunder descended, followed by a roar that shook the sky and the earth.
Under this roar, all the forces that were originally lurking on the ground appeared one after another. They were either crazy or gathered together, like locusts, attacking the cities in all directions.
In just half a month, Feng Qingyang saw with his own eyes that a small town a thousand miles away from the west city gate was massacred by the people who suppressed it.
There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the boats were drifting for thousands of miles. Almost no cultivator survived. Such brutality was so cruel that even he, who had a heart as hard as iron, felt a little bit of pity. He cursed inwardly that such people deserved to be put to death.
Damn it, in the wasteland exile area, there was suddenly a more violent shock. Feng Qingyang's face was shocked, and he suddenly opened his third eye. Golden light flashed in his eyes, and with a whoosh, he pierced through the void and pierced straight into the center of the shock.
At the center of the shock, no one knew who launched an extremely powerful attack, causing the entire earth to crack open, revealing a huge crack that was a hundred feet deep and about a thousand feet long.
Countless cracks appeared on the edge of the ravine, which was unfathomable. The moment it appeared, a rich and extremely powerful aura emerged from the ravine. In just half an incense stick of time, it permeated an area of a thousand feet in radius.
The aura was so strong that even Feng Qingyang felt a tremor. It was not fear, but an instinctive reaction of the body after encountering an equally powerful opponent.
"The seal has been broken, and the ancient dragon is about to be born. After countless years of suppression, the resentment generated is likely to be earth-shattering. We must evacuate quickly and return to the city."
In the fog, Feng Qingyang suddenly heard the rough voice of the Lord of the West City Gate. As he was staring, he saw countless black shadows gradually breaking through the thick fog.
With a swish, the distance shortened and upon closer inspection, they saw that they were indeed the group of people who had entered the wasteland exile area half a month ago to suppress the monks there.
There were hundreds of people when they first entered, but now only a hundred have returned, and each of them is like a frost-bitten eggplant, either severely injured or exhausted and about to collapse.
The city lord of the west gate was in an even more miserable state, with his armor torn into pieces and a hand as big as a bear's paw covered with uncoagulated blood. It was obvious that they had suffered a severe attack in the previous powerful shock.
"Senior, is there anything wrong with my West City Gate?" A young man covered in blood flew out from the crowd. He had delicate features, his face was full of worry, and his eyes were bloodshot, almost bleeding.
Feng Qingyang shook his head, not knowing what was going on. Among the four major cities, except for the west gate which he was guarding, the rest of the places were under fierce attack.
It was almost like a huge wave, surging endlessly, but he was the only one who was safe and sound. Except for the occasional splash of broken limbs and flesh, there was nothing else.
Seeing Feng Qingyang shaking his head, this group of people were overjoyed and they all flew towards the city quickly. When they found that everything was peaceful here, they all bowed to Feng Qingyang at the same time, with gratitude emanating from their bodies.
"Senior, the situation here has deteriorated. I have not been able to collect the resentment of the ancient dragon." After saying this, a trace of guilt and shame flashed across the young man's face.
"Soon, the True Spirit will be born. If you want to obtain the ancient dragon's resentment, you can enter by yourself, but there are many dangers in it, so you must be careful."