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After an unknown amount of time, Fan Wuji stepped out of the Heavenly Palace's gate. After walking out, he didn't arrive in the wasteland, but rather in the Violet Gold Palace. In the spacious square of the Violet Gold Palace, ten figures were standing.

These people were the geniuses participating in this gathering. They had entered the Desolate Ruins to return their souls to their corpses. Although most of them had died in the Desolate Ruins, their souls were led back to their original bodies by Da Rona Jia Tian after they died.

At this moment, the gazes of dozens of geniuses simultaneously fell on his body. Among them, Wu Xingkong was not the most angry. The reason why Wu Xingkong had painstakingly managed to become the chief of the Alliance in the Desolate Ruins was for the good fortune of the Heavenly Palace. However, in the end, Fan Wuji had used the Divine Force Saint and the others to eliminate him.

Stealing away one's fortune was like killing one's parents.

This enmity was irreconcilable!

Fan Wuji looked at Wu Xingkong, who looked like he was about to devour him, and smiled. There was no sadness in him, no fear, no sorrow. Previously, he was indeed no match for Wu Xingkong, but now that he emerged from the Heavenly Palace, he had great confidence in himself.

At this moment, a pair of beautiful figures flew towards him. Fan Wuji looked over and saw that the two people who had come were He Nian Xin and Hu Bing Yan. The two of them kept their auras to themselves, but they became more and more unfathomable.

Fan Wuji looked at the two of them and laughed. "Congratulations, two Senior Sisters. I'm afraid you've benefited greatly from the Heavenly Palace."

"You cheapskate and you still act like a good boy." He Nian Xin laughed.

Hu BingYan nodded and said, "I only stayed in the Heavenly Palace for three days before being expelled. Miss He stayed there for five days. Only you, little pervert, stayed in the Heavenly Palace for a full nine days. Everyone knows about the good fortune in the Heavenly Palace. The longer you stay here, the greater your gains will be. "

At this moment, a young man walked out of the palace. He wore a gorgeous golden-purple robe, and although he looked to be around fifteen to sixteen years old, his aura was ancient and simple. The aura of time was much richer than anyone he had ever seen in his life.

The person who had arrived was none other than the Great Ronaldina, Jia Tian.

Seeing that Big Luo had appeared, the geniuses present all bowed and bowed for a long time. The proud Fan Wuji also bowed slightly.

"No need for formalities!" Na Jia Tian said softly. He had lived for a very long time. From the moment he ascended to the peak of the northern region to become a supreme expert, he had lived for tens of thousands of years.

He looked around and said, "This time it will be over. The eight main sects of the Celestial Sect of Wonders have won. After that, you can enter the primordial pond to absorb primordial energy for cultivation. As for the geniuses of the devilish ways, don't be discouraged. The path of cultivation is not a temporary victory or defeat, who can laugh till the end is the most genuine. "

Hearing his encouragement, the demonic path geniuses who had been dejected suddenly felt a sense of hope rising in their hearts. They stared at the geniuses from the eight sects of the Northern Region with burning gazes.

Zhao Wanli asked, "Your Majesty, Big Luo." Junior has one thing that I do not understand. We've only been in the Desolate Ruins for a few months, but we've only been in the Northern Region for a few hours. "However if it's an illusion, it's too real."

As he finished speaking, all the geniuses present revealed looks of reminiscence. They could clearly see all the characters they had seen in the several months of the Desolate Ruins. There were five sensations, a sense of pain, and even the feeling of the Nine Serenities Sea dying, as well as the suffocating feeling of death.

The Great Ronna Jia Tian said slowly, "You're in. Whether it was true or false, there was nothing for it to be true or false, there was nothing for it to be true. The wasteland you are in does not exist. However, after twenty thousand years, I nurtured it with my Dao of dreams, giving it a world to call itself, allowing it to live on forever. Eight thousand nine hundred years after this world was born, I put the life celestial embryo into it, and after another twelve hundred years, life was born. Afterwards, I will guide my life to evolve into the appearance of a human and pass on to them shallow cultivation methods. Those natives call that place the Desolate Ruins. In fact, I prefer to call it the Great Luo Dream World. "

His tone was extremely calm and tranquil. When it entered the ears of the extreme genius, it was like the sound of a tsunami, causing everyone's heart to tremble.

There were two types of power. In the understanding of mortals, slaughter and destruction were powerful forces, but compared to destruction, it was even harder to create. Cultivators, from the Primal level to the Earthly Immortal level, began to study the power of creation. However, even for Earthly Immortals, their creativity was very shallow. Senior experts could go a step further.

And as expected of the Great Luo, the supreme expert of the northern region, his creativity had actually reached the level of creation. However, he had given birth to life in that small world, and he had even ignited the flames of civilization, allowing the life within to be civilized, and he had even learned the arts of cultivation.

The word 'Creation' for this sort of sacred art.

In the past, there had been many powerful warriors of the Wonderland who had appeared, but not every single one of them had the ability to create the world. For a time, their reverence towards Na Jia Tian only increased by a few degrees.

Na Jia Tian muttered to himself, "If I hadn't accidentally obtained a Life Immortal Embryo, I probably wouldn't have been able to give birth to life in the Great Luo Dream World."

Fan Wuji looked at Na Jia Tian, actually having a thought that would battle with him in the future. If the others in the northern region were to know of his thoughts, they would definitely laugh at his boasting.

Although he was an extremely talented person, there were quite a few geniuses in the Northern Regions. For the majority of the people, they would be able to become Earthly Immortals. However, for those who were able to touch the Dao, there were only a few among the senior experts. As for surpassing experts and stepping into the great beauty realm, becoming an unrivalled existence in this region was not something that one's talent and hard work could achieve.

For tens of thousands of years, there had only been one major Luo clan in the northern region, the Luo clan.

But only Fan Wuji knew, he had 8-star talent, and his intelligence was unique, so his comprehension ability was not inferior to theirs. In terms of talent, he was even more confident than Na Jia Tian. In his heart, he had the wild ambition of competing against the Great Luo every year to become the strongest warrior in the Northern Region.

At this time, the geniuses all understood that the Wasteland Ruins was a real world, not an unreal environment. Later, they lamented the horrors of Narcissus, who had created the Great Luo Dream World. The flow of time and the rules of the universe were different from those of the outside world.

Time was glorious, a power that cultivators viewed as a taboo. And it seemed as if Narcissus had already begun to deal with this field. The geniuses of the evil demonic path all bid farewell to Big Luo and left the Purple Gold Palace. Meanwhile, the Demon Saint and the Evil Sovereign were waiting for them at the top of the Skysplit Tower underneath the Golden-purple Palace.1

The Demon Saint and the Evil Sovereign let out a long sigh. However, they did not blame Feng Sanyan, Zhao Wanli, and the others for their failures. Instead, they used their immortal powers to sweep them up before turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.

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