Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 68 Innate Gourd Vine

"You're not dead!" Ling Guang's voice was slightly hoarse.

Mo Yun looked at Ling Guang and asked directly, "Do you also want to compete with Meng Zhang and Kun Lun for the destiny of all races?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Guang took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and nodded at Mo Yun: "Of course, with the three races standing in a tripartite balance, what reason do I have to willingly fall behind?"

Mo Yun looked at Ling Guang, his brows furrowing slightly: "The three races fighting each other is a path to death. The Dragon Clan has swallowed the Xuanwu Clan, and the Qilin Clan has swallowed the White Tiger Clan. These two clans have swallowed the Xuanwu and White Tiger, which are also among the five major clans, greatly increasing their strength. What do you have to fight with?"

Ling Guang's expression was calm, yet his tone carried an undeniable confidence: "That's precisely why we must fight for it!"

"Although the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan each annexed a major clan, they also paid a considerable price. They were weak during the millions of years they spent digesting the spoils of war, while the Phoenix Clan did not participate in those two wars and remained at full strength."

Looking at Mo Yun, Ling Guang lowered his voice by three degrees and continued, "I have secretly joined forces with Kunlun and decided to first annihilate the strongest dragon clan before deciding the outcome. With the strength of the Phoenix clan, we can definitely swallow the Qilin clan as well."

Mo Yun looked at Ling Guang, who exuded confidence, remained silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Of course!" Ling Guang replied without hesitation, looking at Mo Yun with eagerness in his eyes: "The clan's preliminary preparations are complete, and we can take action at any time. Now that you're back, if we join forces, the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan will have even less chance to resist."

Mo Yun gave a cold laugh, instantly freezing the eagerness on Ling Guang's face.

"I've already said it," Mo Yun's voice was as cold as ice: "I will only preserve a single bloodline of the Phoenix Clan to continue. The rise and fall of the Phoenix Clan is none of my concern."

Ling Guang's expression darkened. He stood up, his crimson robes fluttering in the heat. The flames around him began to expand, and the Southern Bright Flame surged from his body, illuminating the entire Wutong Divine Tree in a crimson glow.

The aura of the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos erupted like a volcano, causing the restrictive array in the Phoenix Nest to vibrate and hum.

"You also have the blood of the Phoenix Clan flowing in your veins." Ling Guang's voice turned cold. "How can you remain uninvolved in the Phoenix Clan's war? It was one thing before, you stayed away, and the clan didn't force you. Now that you've returned, you should join the clan and become the second Grandmaster of the Phoenix Clan!"

Ling Guang's right hand expanded with fire between his five fingers, transforming into a fiery phoenix claw that blotted out the sky, reaching out to grab Mo Yun.

This claw strike contained all of her cultivation at the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, and the Li Fire was refined to its extreme. The void was burned through with huge holes under her claw.

Ling Guang didn't intend to kill Mo Yun; she wanted to use this claw to tell Mo Yun that the Phoenix Clan of today is not what it used to be, and that she herself is not the Ling Guang of today.

Mo Yun sneered, turned and left, a ray of golden light flashing out the instant he turned.

The golden light slashed into the fiery phoenix claw, like a red-hot knife cutting into oil, neatly splitting the fiery phoenix claw in two.

The split flames surged to both sides, burning the branches and leaves of the sacred parasol tree to ashes.

The golden light continued its momentum, slashing deep into the Phoenix Nest. The five-colored barrier of light was like paper before the golden light, being sliced ​​open layer by layer. The defensive array of the palace and jade tower was shattered, and countless spiritual roots and precious medicines were affected by the golden light and turned into ashes.

The Phoenix Nest was split in two. From the top of the Wutong Divine Tree to the edge of the volcano, a straight golden sword mark cleaved the entire Phoenix Nest in two, and a clear chasm appeared in the sky and on the ground.

Ling Guang stood frozen in place, his right hand still outstretched, the flame between his fingers not yet completely extinguished.

On the ground, sword marks appeared, deeply embedded in the rocks of the Phoenix Nest, outlining a single character.

stop.

Mo Yun has vanished without a trace.

Ling Guang looked at the word "stop" with a gloomy expression. He slowly withdrew his right hand, tightened his fingers, and crushed the remaining fire in his palm.

Ling Guang knew that Mo Yun had already shown mercy. That golden light could cleave through her fiery phoenix claws, cleave through all the restrictive formations of the Phoenix Nest, and naturally it could also cleave through her primordial spirit. Mo Yun did not kill her, but left behind a single word, which was both a warning and a final piece of advice.

After leaving the Phoenix Nest, Mo Yun's escape light paused slightly as a gaze fell upon him from the heavens above. This was the gaze of Hongjun, and also the gaze of the Heavenly Dao.

Mo Yun knew this was a warning. Although he hadn't killed Ling Guang, his attack on Ling Guang had interfered with the causal processes within the Primordial World. Hongjun would not allow him to act recklessly within the Primordial World with his Lesser Creation Realm strength.

Mo Yun didn't care. He took a step, and his figure transformed into a golden rainbow, piercing through time and space, and flew towards Buzhou Mountain.

Mo Yun needed to choose a place to practice his Dao. Buzhou Mountain was still unclaimed, and he felt that Buzhou Mountain was quite suitable for him.

Golden light pierced the sky, and the outline of Mount Buzhou quickly appeared before his eyes. Stepping once again onto this pillar of heaven formed from the spine of Pangu, Mo Yun's heart was no longer clouded.

Thirty-six million years ago, when he climbed Mount Buzhou, every step he took was a struggle against the residual pressure of Pangu and the shadow of the axe light in his heart. Now, he has slain the false Pangu, faced the intent of Pangu's axe of creation with the ten directions of the void, and passed through the axe light tens of millions of times in the void deep in the origin. Pangu's pressure is nothing to him anymore.

With Mo Yun's current cultivation level, he crossed half of Buzhou Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Halfway up the mountain, Mo Yun suddenly raised an eyebrow as he sensed a wisp of spiritual light. It was pure, vast, and boundless, carrying the unique aura of innate things. It was an innate spiritual root, and a top-tier one at that.

Without hesitation, Mo Yun appeared atop a mountain.

The mountain was covered by a giant vine, its trunk as thick as a dragon, winding and stretching from one mountain peak to another. The vines intertwined to form a vast net covering dozens of peaks. The leaves were emerald green, and a faint innate Daoist aura flowed across them. Hanging beneath the giant vine were seven gourds. Each gourd was like a small mountain, so large that it blotted out the sky.

The seven gourds are all different colors. The purple-gold gourd hangs high in the center, while the purple-red, purple-white, and purple-green gourds hang on the left and right respectively. The purple-green gourd hangs below, the purple-yellow gourd hangs above, and the purple-black gourd hangs at the very edge.

Seven gourds swayed gently beneath the vines, each sway resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

These seven gourds, with their top-tier innate spiritual roots and innate gourd vines, are natural spiritual treasure embryos. They can transform into magical treasures upon landing, and their grade is at least high-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Six people stood beneath the giant vine. As the heavens seemed to shift in Mo Yun's eyes, he learned the identities of each of them.