The Evil Lord of All Realms

In the next few days, Mo Yang had no intention of paying attention to the external situation or practicing. He was frantically flipping through the ancient scrolls, searching for the word Yunxu.

Just a few days passed and he found nothing.

He had gone through the ancient scrolls collected from the Tiandaomen Underground Palace, but he could not find any detailed records about Yunxu.

However, Mo Yang guessed that the so-called Yunxu sounded like either the name of a big force or referring to a certain place.

Looking at the countless ancient scrolls stacked around him, Mo Yang felt helpless and sighed softly. Perhaps too much time has passed, and things that were once well known to the world have become sporadic records in the ancient scrolls. The truth has already been revealed. Buried by time.

Mo Yang wanted to ask the tower soul, but the tower soul ignored him at all. Maybe the tower soul knew what Mo Yang wanted to do and deliberately avoided it.

After sitting in the Star Emperor Tower for a few days, Mo Yang felt exhausted. He had been in the wilderness for so long. Although he had experienced too many things and even lost all his cultivation, he had never been so tired before.

"My obsession is too deep, and it has become my inner demon..."

That night, Mo Yang sat cross-legged under the Divine Tree of Heaven. The two burning oil lamps emitted a soft light. Mo Yang seemed to have some realization and whispered such a sentence.

Then he slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly: "Senior Tahun also said that now is not the time. Even if I devote all my efforts to the mysteries that trouble me, it will not help. It is better to let go of my obsession and wait silently for the clouds to clear up in the future. The day of separation!”

"Father, mother, if you are still alive, we will see you again in the future!"

With a soft sigh, as if some shackles were broken from his body, his whole body relaxed instantly, and then, the barrier of cultivation that had been blocking him for this period of time was silently broken.

In an instant, his cultivation level rushed from the peak of the sixth level to the realm of the seventh level. There was a sudden shock in his dantian, and the boundless golden energy instantly stirred up, stirring up huge waves.

A crack suddenly appeared in the heavenly seal, which shocked Mo Yang.

He quickly gathered his mind and suppressed the turbulent Qi in his Dantian.

Although it is of great benefit to him to break the seal of heaven, not to mention other things, the power of a seal alone can easily push his cultivation to the peak of the Great Saint Realm. He can crush many peerless masters in one night. The power of genius.

But Mo Yang's seal of heaven is reserved for the future. He has opened too many spiritual palaces. When he reaches the peak of each realm, he will encounter a hurdle. It is difficult to overcome it in a short time on his own. Only the power of the heavenly seal can break it open.

And once the seal of heaven is broken, an unparalleled thunder disaster will surely come. If it is wasted like this, it will be too wasteful for Mo Yang in the current situation.

He was walking alone in the wilderness and had to use all his killing methods because there were too many enemies here.

Mo Yang was very surprised by such a breakthrough in his cultivation. He could only continue to cultivate and stabilize his cultivation.

By the time he left the Star King Tower, several days had passed.

Now, more than a month has passed since the battle between him and the powerful Jiang family. Nowadays, few people in the outside world mention that battle, and more people are talking about the talented young people of today.

Because the Holy Sect's genius suddenly returned, many geniuses who had been hidden by major forces were brought out.

In just one month, the entire wilderness seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes. Many powerful and powerful families have announced that they have the experience of traveling as a peerless talent.

Many cultivators have a premonition that there is going to be a big movement in the cultivation world that has been silent for a long time.

Mo Yang stayed in the small town for one more night, and the next day he used the Transformation Scroll to change his appearance and headed towards Jiangdu City.

This place is not far from Jiangdu City. Mo Yang's trip is not for the Jiang family. He plans to leave Dongzhou. Before leaving, he wants to take away some immortal drunkenness from the Zuixian Residence in Jiangdu City.

Although he is still in the wilderness now, Mo Yang also thinks about giving a few mouthfuls to that guy Er Gouzi when he returns to Xuantian Continent in the future, or giving a few mouthfuls to the drunk maniac when he meets him in the future.

Mo Yang was very calm before arriving at Jiangdu City. Now he had completely calmed down his aura, changed his appearance, and silently walked into this ancient city.

Then Diao Diao came to Zuixianju. Although the battle had affected almost the entire Jiangdu city, Zuixianju was not simple. The entire Zuixianju was surrounded by a large formation, and the attic was not affected.

For ordinary cultivators, no one can see Mo Yang's true identity, and naturally no one pays attention to him.

He walked to Zuixianju, took out some banknotes as before and directly ordered a jar of immortal drunkenness and some side dishes.

It was only after he slapped the mud seal open that the door of the private room was pushed open. Mo Yang didn't pay attention and instinctively thought it was the girl from Zui Xianju. However, a moment later, a figure sat down in the empty seat opposite him.

Mo Yang frowned immediately, then raised his head to look at the other party, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The man didn't pay attention to Mo Yang's gaze. He mentioned the immortal drunk in front of Mo Yang, raised his head and took a big gulp.

Fortunately, this is a private room. If it were on the table outside, this scene would probably attract everyone's attention instantly.

This drunken god can be said to be a mouthful of gold, and it is difficult to be a god. This person actually raised his head and held the wine jar to drink wine.

The corner of Mo Yang's mouth twitched. Although he was surprised, he was not surprised. He glanced at the other party and his face was still a little cold.

"You left a mark on me?" Mo Yang looked up at the other person and said the first sentence, with deep displeasure in his tone.

"Smart!" The other party did not explain, he was very free and easy, then he chuckled and uttered two words.

Then he placed the wine jar heavily on the table and praised repeatedly: "Good wine, really good wine!"

"Did I let you drink it?" Mo Yang looked a little ugly, stared at the other person and said coldly.

"You shouldn't be such a stingy person. I've heard a lot about you recently, and it's interesting!" The other party seemed to still have something to say. Although he was talking to Mo Yang, his attention remained on the wine jar, and he mentioned The wine jar poured another large mouthful into his mouth.

Mo Yang was extremely speechless. This guy's mouth was too big. After two mouthfuls, half of the immortal drunk was gone.

"Where's Xu Qing?" Mo Yang asked next.

"I haven't seen him, I heard he is in retreat!" the other party responded casually.

"He didn't come, but I brought someone. She wants to see you!" The other party continued.

As soon as he finished speaking, the private room door was pushed open again, and then a figure walked in. The person wore a bamboo hat with a veil hanging on it, blocking his entire face, but Mo Yang still recognized the person's identity at a glance.