I long to return home!

The boundary of the sea of ​​clouds.

In a shattered ancient city, all the cultivators who had entered gathered.

Xue Wu pulled Jin Lingjiao's hand and they passed through the stone tablet. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Xu Tao and a group of cultivators gathered there. He shook his head and looked around. The buildings were broken, the roof beams were suspended, and they were as high as the clouds. There were many spatial cracks of various sizes in the air.

"This is the Foundation Establishment Holy Land?" Xue Wu asked in surprise.

"I don't know either," Xu Tao said in surprise, observing the floating buildings around him.

"Xuancheng, perhaps it was forcibly activated, causing the landing point to shift, and the entire city is now suspended in the air." Lei Mengying walked to the edge of the city and looked down. She saw that the city districts, large and small, were floating in the air, and the ground was covered with a huge crater.

"Sister Ying, what should we do?" A handsome young man dressed in luxurious clothes walked over. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Like Lei Mengying, he had purple hair and purple eyes. However, he was not a prince. He was Lei Mengying's cousin, Lei Huanyu, the son of the Feather King, Lei Qianjun.

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned their gaze to Lei Mengying, seeking her opinion.

"Jump down." Lei Mengying said calmly, then leaped down to the nearest urban area, and then jumped down slowly.

Lei Huanyu sighed softly, "Sister Ying is indeed Sister Ying." Then, with a shout, countless cultivators dressed in gorgeous clothes followed closely behind him. They were all sons of high-ranking officials in the court, and they jumped down one by one in line with Lei Huanyu's steps.

The cultivators present hesitated for a moment upon seeing this. The Xiaoyao Sect members stepped out from the crowd. The leading disciple, dressed in green, looked down at the height and was about to jump down when he was stopped by a sharp shout.

Another group of cultivators in black robes stepped out from the crowd. The leader, with a sinister appearance, crossed his arms and said contemptuously, "Mu Qingfeng, we need to go down to the Puppet Refining Sect first."

Mu Qingfeng rolled his eyes at the man in black and said disdainfully, "Wang Chen, do you think that's possible?" With that, he led the other cultivators of the Xiaoyao Sect and jumped down.

Wang Chen's face showed slight anger. He felt very uncomfortable watching Mu Qingfeng jump down. Ignoring the disciples of the Puppet Refining Sect behind him, he followed closely and jumped down as well.

All the cultivators rushed down in quick succession, not wanting to waste the opportunity. All the resources in the holy land could be a tremendous opportunity, and they might miss it if they were even a step too late.

Xuancheng, which was once teeming with people, now has only a handful of people. Xue Wu glanced at the hundred-zhang-high ground and felt a chill of fear. His legs trembled uncontrollably: "If we really jump off from here, can't we fly on our swords?"

"The higher the distance, the greater the pressure. At this moment, if you use your sword, your true energy will be instantly depleted as soon as you draw it. Just follow their footsteps and jump down," Xu Tao said calmly.

"But these pieces of land are all so high up. What if I accidentally step into a hole and fall to my death?" Xue Wu looked at the nearest open space under his feet, which was several meters high, and he was tempted to leave.

“Junior brother, if we don’t go down now, the opportunity will be snatched away by others. Just follow behind me.” Xu Tao looked at the empty city where only a few of them remained, then leaped up and landed steadily on the suspended city with a soft thud.

Gu Qingcheng and Su Changfeng glanced at Xue Wu, sighed softly, and leaped onto the suspended city where Xu Tao was.

“We should go too. Didn’t you want to reach the Nascent Soul stage quickly? If you don’t go down now, even Foundation Establishment will be difficult,” Jin Lingjiao comforted her.

Xue Wu was taken aback. It seemed that was the case. He needed to improve his cultivation level quickly. After pondering for a moment, he took a deep breath, put one arm around Jin Lingjiao's body, hooked the other arm around her foot, and held her in his arms. Looking down at the ground, he took another deep breath and said softly, "Hold on tight. Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate." As he spoke, a red light shone in his eyes, and the "Blood Demon Armor" slowly appeared on his body. He stomped hard on the ground with the armor on his feet, and cracks began to appear on the ground.

Jin Lingjiao didn't hesitate and hugged him tightly. Just as she hugged him, Xue Wu shattered the ground and transformed into a streak of blood light, leaping down. His Blood Demon Armor enhanced his footwork, giving him sharp claws, and his jumping ability increased several times over. He landed directly on the next section of the suspended city wall below Xu Tao. Then, his claws gripped the broken wall, and he shattered the ground again to use the momentum to leap down.

As the cultivators continued to descend, they saw a blood-red figure land a step ahead of them on the next section of the suspended city, then leap down again, so fast that only the blood-red armor was visible, not the person.

Near the center of the suspended city, two figures, one in green and one in black, were maneuvering and shifting. A small section of the suspended city, suspended in the air, was shattered into pieces, making it difficult for cultivators behind to land.

"Wang Chen, the royal family members are almost on the ground, and you're still clinging to me. Don't you want this opportunity at all?" Mu Qingfeng braced himself with one hand, and countless vines pulled the broken ground together.

"It's alright. There are so many opportunities. Letting them go first is perfectly acceptable. As long as we keep you occupied, we can seize them later." Wang Chen made a hand seal, and a black iron puppet, forged in flames, appeared. Its eyes gleamed slightly as it walked towards Mu Qingfeng.

"Are you really abandoning your Liankui Sect disciples?" Mu Qingfeng made a hand seal, and vines grew from the split rocks, slowing the puppet's advance.

"You gather the fragments with one hand and control my black puppet with the other. Let's see how you fight now," Wang Chen laughed, striding forward, flames swirling in his hands as he rushed towards Mu Qingfeng.

In an instant, a bloody shadow fell, shattering the bound black iron puppet with a single step. To the astonishment of Mu Qingfeng and Wang Chen, the force of the shattered puppet propelled him down.

boom!

The blood-red shadow shot away, leaving only half of the black iron puppet trampled. Mu Qingfeng laughed upon seeing this, "What kind of broken puppet is this? It was crushed with a single stomp." As he spoke, he released the puppet's bindings, and a green light appeared in his hand, transforming into a short sword.

"Impossible! My puppet is forged from black iron, and its physical strength is comparable to the early stage of Foundation Establishment," Wang Chen exclaimed in shock.

"A Foundation Establishment stage puppet was crushed underfoot, spouting nonsense. A low-quality puppet is a low-quality puppet. After all these years in the Puppet Refining Sect, it must have been utterly useless." Mu Qingfeng pulled hard, and the broken ground was put back together.

"I'm not playing with you anymore. I need to talk to that kid first." Wang Chen leaped down, and with one hand forming a hand seal, three Qi Refining Perfection puppets charged towards Xue Wu.

Xu Tao and the others jumped down from the level where Mu Qingfeng was. Xu Tao thanked them and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. May I ask if you have ever seen my junior brother?"

"Junior brother? What are his distinguishing features?" Mu Qingfeng asked.

“He should be... wearing a scarlet armor,” Xu Tao said.

"That's really unfortunate. I think I just crushed Wang Chen's puppet, and now I might be being hunted down." Mu Qingfeng looked down at the ground and saw Wang Chen controlling the puppet to attack the blood-red shadow.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist." Upon hearing this, Xu Tao hurriedly leaped down.

Mu Qingfeng remained rooted to the spot, his brows furrowed. He watched as cultivators leaped down from in front of him, but showed no sign of urgency. Instead, he walked to the broken puppet, picked up a piece of iron that had been trampled on, and examined it. After a moment, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This mid-level sect has really produced a formidable figure... No, I have to hurry down so I don't miss seeing Wang Chen get beaten up.

Mu Qingfeng looked anxious, a green light appeared under his feet, and he leaped high down.