NOVPUB"Escape!"
"Escape!"
The Evil Gods finally could not endure such pressure and began to flee.
However, the few strikes from Wang Ba had completely sealed off the possibility of them escaping elsewhere.
In their panic, knowing it was not right, they could only retreat toward the place Wang Ba had reserved for them.
What caused Wang Ba to frown slightly was that the suction from the heavenly crack seemed to have no effect on these Evil Gods.
"Is it because the Evil Gods are born from the natural evolution of heaven and earth and thus are not forcibly absorbed by them?"
Wang Ba’s heart sank.
This seemed to further confirm a suspicion in his mind.
Cultivators are like thieves of this world, stealing the creation of heaven and earth and gathering the spirits of all things for their own use.
But these Evil Gods were instead the ones favored by the world.
Their demands of the world were few; as long as there were mortals, that would be sufficient to sustain them.
So, perhaps to the world itself, these so-called Evil Gods might actually be the orthodox.
"But... what of it?" 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Wang Ba calmly launched another few slashes of blade light, continuing to force them toward the exterior of the realm.
People can never betray their own stance.
He, as a cultivator, was destined to view and handle issues from the standpoint of a cultivator.
Several consecutive slashes finally sent the reluctant and roaring figures of the Evil Gods into the crack in the sky.
Even from a great distance, he could see fleeting shadows and chilling chomping sounds within the less than three-foot-high crack...
"As expected... these monsters are still here."
Wang Ba’s heart grew heavy.
The reason he drove these Evil Gods into the crack was not only to confirm his judgment about them but also to understand the current state of affairs beyond this realm.
It now seemed that this side of the world was still surrounded by these otherworldly monsters.
But he immediately thought of the Totem Beasts worshipped by the cultivators of the Tupi Continent and corrected himself:
"To be precise, this side of the world might have been targeted by these otherworldly monsters a long time ago."
It was only because the Refining Void Cultivator of the Huangji Continent had broken the Realm Membrane that all of this had been exposed.
Whether the danger would erupt soon with the Heaven and Earth Decline or whether it would only truly emerge after countless years, perhaps only the Little Cang World itself knew.
Wang Ba stood amidst the Wind, letting the Wind whip his robe as he looked up.
He could faintly see pieces resembling patches silently embedding into the Realm Membrane that had shrouded the sky above the Fenglin Continent for tens of thousands of years.
The distant sun illuminated these patches, reflecting different colors and remnants.
These remnants, some shaped like arrows, some like incense burners, as well as Ghost Claws, eight-sided boxes, snowflakes, and Divine Patterns...
Large and small, sparsely scattered across various corners of the sky.
"Martial Nephew Wang!"
"Are you alright?"
Just then, a flurry of anxious voices came.
Wang Ba retracted his gaze and swept it with his Spiritual Sense.
But he saw Guan Ao, Qiu Zhongqiu, Ling Weizi, and several others had already flown up, their faces showing concern.
Seeing Wang Ba standing unharmed in midair, they finally relaxed a little.
Wang Ba nodded slightly:
"Martial Uncles, do not worry... Let’s go back now!"
"There might still be a lot to deal with in the Sect."
Hearing Wang Ba’s words, they understood that there had been a misunderstanding and immediately nodded, flying down toward the ground.
But at that moment,
Guan Ao suddenly trembled and involuntarily looked up at the sky.
His eyes narrowed:
"What is that?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba followed the gaze of the other.
He saw that the piece of the Dao Domain bearing the mark of the eight-sided box in the sky had suddenly begun to tremble.
Wang Ba’s gaze sharpened!
In the next moment,
A streak of light suddenly flew out of the fragment and then directly landed in Wang Ba’s embrace.
Everyone looked on with shock and curiosity.
And they saw an ancient drum with a complex pattern full of a murderous air.
Seeing this drum, Guan Ao’s expression changed slightly:
"This, this is the Yuyang Patriarch?!"
The Yuyang Patriarch?
Wang Ba felt a jolt, and the image of an indifferent White Clothed Child flashed subconsciously in his mind.
He couldn’t help but lower his head and look at the drum in his arms.
He saw one side of the drum was intact, while the other side bore a shockingly exaggerated crack, the edge of the drum body was also covered with fissures, and one of the two hanging drumsticks was broken in half...
"It is damaged?"
Wang Ba’s expression became solemn.
Merely seeing the scars on the Yuyang Drum was enough to imagine the intensity of the battle it had experienced.
With shock in their hearts, everyone stood in midair, respectfully waiting quietly for a while.
But the True Spirit of the Yuyang Patriarch within the drum did not appear.
"Has it suffered a blow to its origins, or... but why did it fall into my hands?"
Wang Ba couldn’t help but wonder.
He tried to communicate with the True Spirit of the Yuyang Patriarch within the drum, but there was no response.
Guan Ao then said aloud:
"Martial Nephew Wang, among so many people here, the Patriarch has singled you out; there must be a reason. Martial Nephew might as well keep it for now, and we can discuss further upon returning to the Sect."
Hearing this, Wang Ba could only nod.
As they spoke, the foreign substances oozing from the sky crack, evolved from the calamities of the Realm Membrane, and spread rapidly in all directions driven by the Wind, then drifted towards the far reaches of the Sky Dome.
On the ground, the greenery disappeared at a visible speed.
In their place was the visible disaster, and the invisible disaster.
Floods, firestorms, and more.
And further away in the sky, there were still a few fine cracks scattered around.
