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Yang Junshan's ears buzzed as he heard the noise. Ouyang Xinlin stood up with a hint of panic on his face and said something to him, but he couldn't hear it at all. Ouyang Xunlin seemed to realize that he couldn't hear what he was saying, and rubbed his ears with all his might.

After a while, Yang Junshan's hearing returned to normal, and he heard loud noises coming from outside the bamboo house. He and Ouyang Xu Lin looked at each other, and when they looked up, they saw beams of light flying from different directions towards the mountain peak.

"Look over there!"

It was as if Yang Junshan had seen a ghost, and his shouts were even tinged with fear.

When Ouyang Xu Lin heard the voice, she saw dark clouds rolling in the southwest, gradually forming a hole that looked like it could swallow the heavens and the earth. A mysterious power that could destroy the heavens and earth filled the air, as if this was a cemetery.

Yang Junshan and Ouyang Xu Lin only needed a glance to know that their minds were no longer in their physical bodies. They felt a sense of complete relief, causing them to quickly look away in fright.

"The Ruins of Buried Heavens, that's the Ruins of Buried Heavens!" Ouyang Xulin exclaimed and muttered, "That's impossible, how did she appear so quickly?"

A thought struck Yang Junshan and he was about to ask about it when the huge mouth in the sky started expanding towards Han Tianfeng, as if it wanted to swallow the mountain whole.

However, at this time, a cold snort came from the top of the Heaven-Shaking Peak, causing the entire world's spiritual energy to tremble. The voice then resounded throughout the world, "Calm down!"

The voice seemed to have a calming magic to it. The originally restless Heaven-Shaking Mountain gradually quietened down after the voice sounded.

As he walked out of the small courtyard, he said, "Brother Yang, I'll go to the Artifact Forging Hall to check out the situation and fix this magical equipment. In the next few days, don't leave the bamboo house.

Not long after Ouyang Xulin left, Yang Junshan discovered that the light beams that had been flying towards the top of the mountain had all returned. Not only that, Yang Junshan also noticed that many of the light beams were flying out of the mountain, and some of them even flashed by like shooting stars.

At the same time, a faint gust of wind and thunder could be seen moving closer to the peak of the mountain. Gradually, the sound of wind and thunder seemed to be moving in everyone's mind, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Yang Junshan tried his best to raise his head up, and looked towards the summit of Hantian Peak. At this moment, the whole mountain's spiritual energy started to flow towards the peak, and in the huge spiritual energy whirlpool, a huge purplish-gold pillar of light gradually took shape and crossed the heaven and earth.

The other end of the pillar of light pointed towards the huge mouth in the sky. The mouth suddenly shook as if it was pushed back by the pillar of light, and the farther it went, the smaller it became. It seemed to have completely disappeared into the sky.

When Yang Junshan turned to look at the Heaven-Shaking Peak again, he saw that the huge whirlpool of spiritual energy had already disappeared, and the huge pillar of light had dimmed down until it disappeared. At the same time, cheers came from different directions of the Heaven-Shaking Peak.

Right at this time, a huge ball of light suddenly rose from the summit, like a giant meteor blocking the moonlight in the night sky. Then the ball of light suddenly shot out, and then suddenly disappeared into the sky.

Yang Junshan looked at Ouyang Xuling, who looked a little embarrassed. He shook the mirror in his hand and said, "It took you two months to recover such a small amount of spiritual qi?"

Ouyang Xuling forced a smile and said, "Hehe, I know you're in a hurry to return to Mengyu County, but you haven't touched this illusion before, so you have to be extra careful when repairing it."

Yang Junshan sneered and weighed the mirror in his hand, "I don't think I have taken it off and refined it again, but have you figured out how to make this illusion?"

Ouyang Xuling smiled proudly and said, "Why would I need to tear them all down and refine them again? I just need to understand the core array glyphs in the center of the artefact!"

Yang Junshan sighed. He could only blame himself for not being careful when making friends.

After the mirror was repaired, Yang Junshan no longer wished to stay on the Heaven Shaking Peak. Although this place was like a cultivation paradise for a country bumpkin like Yang Junshan, it was not his own territory after all. It was hard to avoid feeling uncomfortable when moving, so he bid farewell to Ouyang Xuling and wanted to return to Mengyu County.

After leaving the Heaven Shaking Peak, the jade token that had been with him all this time suddenly broke into pieces and fell to the ground. Yang Junshan shook his head in pity and didn't stay in Yu City for long.

About three hundred miles southwest of Yu City, Yang Junshan found that there was very little human smoke in this direction. However, he still found the small town, Tian Village, that he remembered from his previous life.

According to the memories of his previous life, not long after, the meteors that fell from the sky in Yuxian County would be seen as the start of the destruction of the Heaven Shaking Sect. According to the memories of his previous life, not long after the meteors in Yuxian County would be seen as the start of the destruction of the Heaven Shaking Sect.

Yang Junshan did not show his face in the town since he was an outsider and did not want anyone to notice his presence. Therefore, he went straight to a wasteland about ten miles west of Tian Village.

There were not many people here, so Yang Junshan found a suitable place to stay. With a step forward, he was able to control the Earth Spirit Splitting Spell with ease. The power was controlled to a certain extent, and a cave was formed on the slope.

After laying a simple concealment array around the cave, Yang Junshan started to train in the cave and wait for the arrival of the meteors.

In the sky, which was about two hundred miles to the southwest of Tian Village, the astral winds were strong. Even if an ordinary cultivator were to stand here, they would be minced by the raging winds.

However, in the face of such a tyrannical squall, a dark cloud that had been floating for hundreds of miles in a row strangely stopped right there, unaffected by the strong wind.1

At this moment, a streak of lightning suddenly exploded in the dark clouds for several hundred miles. It was as if a door to space had opened and a yellow-clothed elder with a crane hairstyle suddenly appeared in the midst of the dark clouds of the astral winds.

The astral wind that could have shattered the bones blew against the yellow-clothed old man's body, but it couldn't even lift up the corners of his clothes. The old man was walking in the air, and under his feet there was an auspicious aura that formed the road, and with every step he took he was several kilometers away. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Strange, for no reason, how could the formation in the Buried Heaven Ruins activate on its own?"

Unknowingly, the yellow-clothed old man had already walked more than a hundred miles into the night sky. However, at this moment, the old man seemed to suddenly realize something and his body trembled. He then floated in the night sky.

"Hehe, I finally thought of it, but it's too late!"

A light laugh suddenly sounded out in the night sky. A scholarly looking middle-aged cultivator, Einherjar Wannabe, came out from nowhere and appeared on his way back several kilometers away from the old man.

"Who are you? I don't recognize you, so why are you stopping me?"

Seeing that his opponent was so close to him and yet unable to detect his presence, the yellow-clothed old man suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly asked.

The middle-aged cultivator had a mocking expression on his face as he said, "In order to lure you out, I didn't hesitate to go deep into the Ruins of Buried Heavens and activate the Sky Splitting Web. What do you think this old man is going to do?"

"What?! You touched the Sky Splitting Net?"

The yellow-clothed old man's expression changed as he said, "You have a high cultivation base, perhaps even higher than this old man. Don't you know what the Sky Splitting Web means?"

"Heh heh, of course I know that it was only Patriarch Nine Toughness who instigated all of this trouble. What has it got to do with me?"

"Who the hell are you?" The yellow-clothed old man shouted. A golden colored auspicious energy surged around him, its tip penetrating deep into the void, as if his entire body was one with the void. "How would you know the secrets of our sect?"

"Ha ha, what a joke. The Heaven Shaking Sect that once shocked the cultivation world has been left with only a few people left. The Nine-Toughness Grandmaster was so brave and fierce, but now only a bunch of useless people are left!"

The middle-aged cultivator looked up at the sky and laughed. He said with disdain, "The secret of the Buried Heaven Ruins is not considered a secret by us Daoists. Only your Heaven Shaking Sect thinks that this is some kind of great secret. How laughable! What meaning does the sect have? It would be better to just erase it!"

"How dare you!" The old man knew that he couldn't be kind today, so he angrily said, "The Heaven Shaking Sect has been around for tens of thousands of years, and it has its own reasons. Since you humiliated my sect today, you might want to fight with me!"

"With just you?"

Under the yellow-clothed old man's shocked gaze, a red cloud formed. However, the red cloud began to change again, forming a bright red canopy above the middle-aged cultivator's head, causing the yellow-clothed old man to have an extremely shocked expression.

"Gather all the flowers at the peak of the third level of the Dao Realm!"

"Daoist Swallow Mountain, it is already too late for you to flee!"

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