NOVPUB"Supreme Divine King," Lin Juemie murmured as he looked down, then said, "Do you think Qiu’er is a Divine King?
That should be impossible, right? Our Southern Domain hasn’t produced a Divine King for tens of thousands of years."
"Then how do you explain that Divine Beast?" Lin Beisheng asked. "How could a beast that made a Saint retreat obey Qiu’er’s commands?"
"This," Lin Juemie fell silent for a moment, pondering as well.
"Regardless, this no longer has much to do with us. Qiu’er has his own path to follow, perhaps his return journey is the bridge to the Immortal Path," Lin Beisheng said.
"All we need to do is manage the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect well today and record his deeds truthfully in the Epoch Chronicle. Let future generations judge everything."
Hearing this, Lin Juemie nodded slightly, signifying his agreement.
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In the marshland, Xu Zimei awoke from his state of repair.
As the saying goes, in the mountains there are no years, and in cultivation there is no concept of time.
He had been absorbing fog for a whole month, finally slowing down from the breakthrough of the Extraordinary Meridian.
The effects of a month of cultivation were significant. The tenth Extraordinary Meridian, which is also the second Grand Circulation, the Sacral Chakra, had been opened.
The Spiritual Energy within his body seemed to expand from a long river to the trend of a vast ocean, surging endlessly.
The tempering of his body became even more solid and powerful.
However, the further he progressed in the Extraordinary Meridian Manual, the more fog he needed. Xu Zimei planned to find the source of this fog, which he believed would aid his cultivation.
The fog of the marshland mingled with the air, and several sharp cries could be heard from deep within the forest.
Xu Zimei stood up and walked straight into the depths of the marshland.
About ten or so minutes later, the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way, and his entire body fell into a swamp without warning.
The mist obscured everything in front of him, and the surrounding muck had a suction force that attempted to engulf him.
He could even smell a pungent odor.
The sludge in the swamp had already covered Xu Zimei’s waist, and as he struggled, he sank deeper.
Xu Zimei tried it out and realized that even a Melting Heaven Realm expert might not escape the grip of this mud.
And the most terrifying thing was that once one entered the marshland and inhaled this fog, others couldn’t fuse the fog with their Extraordinary Meridians like Xu Zimei could.
When this fog clung to the body’s meridians, over time, it could even block the meridians, preventing Spiritual Energy from flowing.
Eventually, even a Melting Heaven Realm expert would become as ordinary as any other person.
This was one of the reasons why the marshland was listed as a Forbidden Land. Even Saints could not see through the fog that caused them to become lost, and these unpredictable swamps could keep ninety percent of people out.
Moreover, there was a force over the marshland like a barrier, covering everything, a barrier intended to prevent certain people from flying through the air.
Although this place was fraught with dangers, the realm of Xu Zimei as a Divine King ensured his safety here.
He extricated himself from the swamp mire and looked out at the endless white fog.
He closed his eyes slightly, releasing his Divine Soul perception.
The Divine Soul could sense all anomalies within several kilometers, an ability that only came with advancing to Divine King and igniting the Divine Fire.
In his Divine Soul perception, Xu Zimei found something odd.
Logically, this place should be inhabited by the lizard tribe, and regardless of the species, there should be some around.
Yet in his perception, there was no sign of any living creature nearby.
Using his Divine Soul to avoid the swamp’s quagmires, Xu Zimei continued to walk forward.
After the rain cleared, the heavy downpour seemed to tire as well and eventually slowed to a stop in the evening.
The climate of the swamp land became even more humid and chilly, and the sight could not penetrate the darkness, still shrouded by a thick mist.
Xu Zimei had been walking for half a day, but unfortunately, he had not seen a single living creature.
"Logically, this shouldn’t be the case," he frowned slightly.
Finding a somewhat massive old tree to stop at, Xu Zimei sat on a branch, extending his perception outward.
Time slipped away bit by bit, and the night grew darker.
It wasn’t until midnight that a disturbance deep within the swamp land awakened Xu Zimei.
He instantly opened his eyes and saw only a residual image left on the branch; his figure had already appeared hundreds of meters away.
There was a thicket where purple wisteria blossoms flourished, and a green-clothed woman carefully picked the flowers.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the woman’s pupils were green, and she had two cat-like triangular ears.
When Xu Zimei appeared behind her, the senses of the green-clothed woman were incredibly sharp.
Startled, she let out a cry, dropped the basket in her hand, and a spatial gate instantly appeared before her eyes. She entered the gate.
"A small world?" Xu Zimei muttered in surprise.
As the spatial gate was about to close, Xu Zimei waved his right hand, and the Creation Force froze the entrance. After he quickly entered, the space began to ripple in layers before returning to calm.
...…
The view before his eyes gradually became clearer.
Xu Zimei’s body landed on the ground.
He looked around to find himself in a plain surrounded by many fruit groves.
Among them were green grapefruit, yellow plum fruit, Purple Flame Fruit, and various other fairly decent fruits.
In the sky ahead, wisps of smoke curled up, and it seemed that a village lay hidden within.
Upon seeing this scene, Xu Zimei suddenly understood.
No wonder he had not been able to find the lizard folk; they lived within a small world.
They only occasionally went out into the world outside, and if the entrance to the small world wasn’t open, even he could not have discovered it.
According to the Fusion Method documented in a book left by the Realm Emperor Holy Sect, the lizard race was not ordinary lizards.
From birth, they could shape-shift into humans, but their dream was always to become dragons.
Xu Zimei walked toward the village directly ahead, the path under his feet paved with broken stones.
Soon, he saw seven or eight women emerge from the fruit groves on both sides.
These women had well-maintained skin and were similarly dressed in green robes, carrying fruit baskets on their arms.
They had the same folded, triangular ears and were walking towards him, chatting and laughing.
Upon seeing Xu Zimei for the first time, the women looked puzzled.
After taking a good look at him, their expressions shifted slightly.
"Who are you?" the leading woman asked with caution.
"I came to explore the swamp land and accidentally got lost, arriving here," said Xu Zimei with a smile.
"I was just looking to ask someone for directions."
"You’re not from our lizard race," another woman glanced at Xu Zimei and said, "Human race, you’re a human, aren’t you?"
