Chapter 662: Wilderness Lord's Mark

one.”Guan Zhifei's downfall is entirely self-inflicted. In the end, if it weren't for Wushang's timely intervention, he would likely be reduced to nothing more than a pile of bones!"You wouldn't even..."Lord of the Wasteland, a title that had never crossed Jiang Yun's ears."

But since these creatures of the Great Desolate Realm are so revered, they must obviously be the most powerful beings within the Great Desolate Realm.

Just like the demon master of Wan Yao Ku, just like the sea lord of Jie Hai.

As for the Mark of the Wilderness Lord, it's certainly easy to guess that it's something similar to a demonic bloodline or a fire seed.

Once accepted, it means that from then on, one will also have to revere the Wasteland Lord as their master and be subject to his rule.

Even at its weakest, it would certainly be a great suppression of cultivation.

Therefore, Ginger Cloud would never agree to accept the imprint of the chaotic master, and as a cultivator, I believe no one would be willing to become someone else's vassal.

But the consequence of disagreement is — death!

Those gruesome heads, strung up on the city walls by ropes, numbered in the tens of thousands. This sight caused a cold glint to flash in Jiang Yun's eyes.

These cultivators, just like themselves, came from the Shan Hai Realm and arrived in this vast wasteland seeking refuge and hope!

Along their journey, they faced countless perils and narrowly escaped death. After much hardship, they finally reached the Great Desolation Realm, the land of hope they yearned for. However, fate had a cruel twist in store, as they met their demise right here.

Looking at the pair of lifeless eyes on those heads, Jiang Yun silently retracted his gaze and looked back at the dozen or so cultivators from the Great Desolation Realm in front of him.

And these dozen or so people were also looking at him, each pair of eyes holding a hint of mockery.

Although Gingercloud was furious inside, the biggest question lingered in her heart.

That means the people in front of me are definitely not ordinary people, nor are they demons, but there's not a trace of spiritual energy on their bodies.

Then how did they manage to kill so many cultivators from the Shan Hai Realm

It should be known that the cultivators who have reached this place, from mountains and seas, dare not say how strong their strength is, but they are definitely not easy to bully.

Moreover, there are also the Yaoshén Sect and Lunhuí Sect, two major sects, among whom there are powerhouses at the Earth Protector Realm.

Couldn't they have been rivals to these people, and ultimately accepted the branding of the wasteland master willingly, thus entering the Wasteland Realm

"Friend, I may not have explained myself clearly just now."

The middle-aged man still smiled and said, "These people were unwilling to accept the imprint of the Desolate Lord, but they wanted to rely on their own martial arts to forcefully break into the Desolate Realm. Therefore, we had no choice but to kill them."

"In fact, we are very understanding. The Great Wilderness Realm allows for free coming and going. If you are unwilling to accept the imprint of the Desolate Lord, then you can leave at any time and return to your Sea-Mountain Realm. We will not stop you."

Begone!

Although the other party said that freedom of departure was allowed, at the end of the road back home, Jiang Yun did not see a single Shanhai cultivator.

A jolt ran through Jiang Yun's heart, and he abruptly turned around, his gaze fixed on the thick wall of white mist behind him.

In this shroud of divine consciousness and impenetrable mist, are there still countless cultivators from the Shan Hai realm hidden within

Jiang Yun looked again at the middle-aged man before him and said, "The mark of the Desolate Lord, I will not accept it. But this Desolate World, and my disciples and I, we must enter!"

Ginger Cloud's response, causing a smile to remain on the middle-aged man's face, "It seems like friend is very confident. Since that's the case, there's no need for further words, as long as you can defeat us, this Great Desolate Realm is at your disposal!"

As soon as his voice fell, the tightly closed hundred-meter city gate creaked open with a bang. The dozen or so people also stepped forward in unison, blocking Jiang Yun's path.

Through the city gate, one can clearly see that it is a city of unprecedented grandeur.

All kinds of buildings exuding an ancient atmosphere stand tall, and there are even quite a few figures walking among them.

If there were not tens of thousands of heads hanging above the city walls, then this city would truly be a picture of peace and prosperity.

Then Ginger will learn the strength of you all!

A cold light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, he made his move, launching a punch without any hesitation toward the middle-aged man in front of him.

From the moment he saw those heads, Ginger Cloud's heart was already filled with animosity towards them.

Even though this is their territory, they shouldn't just kill the cultivators from the Shan Hai Realm at will.

As a member of the Shanhai cultivators, I dare not say that I am seeking revenge for those who have perished. But at the very least, I must strive to secure an opportunity for the 300,000 disciples of the Wen Dao sect to enter the Great Desolate realm.

Facing Jiang Yun's earth-shattering punch, the middle-aged man remained impassive, his figure unmoving. He didn't dodge or evade.

And the ten or so people behind him were all smirking, watching without a single one stepping forward to help.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yun's punch landed heavily on the opponent's chest, producing a dull thud. At that very moment, a sudden burst of light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes.

Although this punch didn't use my full strength or any spiritual energy, it was purely physical power. But how powerful is my physical body! Even a single punch from me would inflict some damage on even a skilled cultivator of the Dao Spirit Realm.

However, the middle-aged man's figure did not shake at all. Only when his fist hit him, strange runes appeared on his face, forming a continuous sheet.

It looks just like the veins on a leaf.

Although these runes vanished in an instant, returning to his body, Jiang Yun could be certain that it was precisely because of these runes that he had effortlessly neutralized the power contained within his own punch.

Even then, a thought flickered in his mind, and he raised his hand again.

This time, it wasn't physical strength, but a ball of flame that flew from his hand, transforming into a fire crow and soaring straight towards the middle-aged man.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud echoed as the Fire Raven crashed into its opponent's chest once more. The strange runes flashed again, but the target remained unscathed!

To this point, Jiang Yun finally understood!

Why can't these people feel even a hint of spiritual energy within them Why were those mountain and sea cultivators who came before me not killed, but forced to accept the imprint of the Desolate Master instead

It is precisely because the cultivation methods of these cultivators from the Desolate Realms differ entirely from our own!

They don't need qi, they only need those runes!

And those runes could dispel any force that struck them, whether it be physical or magical power.

Although Gingercloud hasn't used her tools yet, it's not hard to imagine that those runes could also dissolve these powers.

In short, the existence of these runes allows them to resolve all power, so that when facing cultivators from the world of Shan Hai, they are already invincible!

Shan Hai cultivators, no matter what race or sect, spiritual energy is the root of cultivation, and the physical body is the carrier of cultivation.

Once their physical strength and magical spells formed by spiritual energy become useless, they are no stronger than ordinary people.

At this time, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Friend, I think you've also seen it. Each of us has the mark of the Desolation Lord on our bodies. And with the mark of the Desolation Lord, we are invincible!"

"Accepting the Mark of the Beast will be to your benefit, and there will be no harm in it!"

As he spoke, a look of fervent reverence crossed the man's face.

Ginger Cloud did not respond, but instead flashed her figure and charged towards the open city gate.

"How clueless!"

Facing Jiang Yun's actions, the middle-aged man's face darkened.

>The dozen or so cultivators from the barren wilds behind him all raised their hands simultaneously.

As runes appeared on each of their faces, they separated from their bodies and interweaved in mid-air, forming a vast, interconnected net that blocked Jiang Yun's path.

"Bang!"

Gingercloud charged forward as if without any defenses, her body directly colliding with the large net. Instantly, she was immobilized.

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