Chapter 176 The Fish that Slipped Through the Net, the Surviving Saints

When the news reached Chang'an, Qin Mu had naturally led the spoils back to the palace.

The so-called immortal cave in the northern border returned to its original state and became a valley again.

Except for the mess and the faint rhythm of the saints, it seemed to be no different from before.

It was as desolate, barren and uninhabited as before.

But in the valley, there were hundreds of white bones, which added a bit of desolation and tragedy.

The cool breeze blew, echoing in the valley, and there seemed to be a series of unwilling wails.

Telling the tragic battles that had happened here.

At this time,

a faint ripple suddenly appeared in the void somewhere, like a stone falling into the water, rippling.

Then, a young man in white walked out, looked at the scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and his face was extremely solemn.

"It seems that all these saints died here..."

"I didn't expect that I would go to my old friend's place on a whim and escape a disaster..."

The young man in white looked around and muttered to himself.

If Nangong Lie, Beidou Qizi and other saints of Ziwei Fairy Palace in Tianqi Domain were still alive at this moment, they would definitely recognize this person's identity.

He is Zhao Yuanyang, the strongest independent cultivator in Tianqi Domain and the most mysterious saint.

He is an independent cultivator who has not joined any force, has never created any force, and has never accepted any disciples.

But no one dares to underestimate his terror, especially after he reached the level of saint.

It is said that he was already a saint-level existence five hundred years ago, but he was low-key and rarely showed up.

At this time, Zhao Yuanyang had no idea that he would escape a disaster just because he went to the burial place of his old friend to pay tribute when he passed by Tianlan Domain.

"It's really unexpected..." Zhao Yuanyang sighed, his eyes were filled with relief and a hint of emotion.

In fact, he was also prepared to rush here as soon as possible, but when he passed by the burial place of his old friend, he always felt that he had to go and take a look.

He thought so.

So he went.

As for the immortal cave, he didn't really care too much.

Because Zhao Yuanyang had long known that there was no immortal cave here, but a seven-color sky-repairing stone.

In his hand, there was also a seven-color sky-repairing stone.

And it was with this seven-color sky-repairing stone that he was able to enter the realm of saints.

So Zhao Yuanyang knew the reason when the immortal cave burst out with power.

He didn't need too much for this opportunity. If he had it, it would be icing on the cake, and if he didn't have it, it would be insignificant.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was not greedy that he escaped this disaster.

Things in the world are unpredictable.

Even if he is a saint, he still can't escape the word fate.

Zhao Yuanyang's eyes were clear, and a few glimmers of enlightenment rose in his heart.

The insights brought to him by this experience may be far more helpful than obtaining the seven-color repairing stone.

"I wonder how these saints died..."

Zhao Yuanyang pondered in his heart and observed carefully.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly focused and looked into the distance:

"This power..."

He saw the black fragment, which was surrounded by a faint star power.

Even if it was only a small piece of fragment, it still exuded a shocking breath.

"This thing..."

Zhao Yuanyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could clearly feel the star power emanating from this black fragment.

"Such a pure star power..."

Zhao Yuanyang's pupils shrank slightly.

There was a strong star power left on this black fragment, and it felt like a whole star was refined into a magic weapon.

"Could it be a fragment left after a certain emperor's weapon was broken, or... a fragment of an immortal weapon?"

Zhao Yuanyang couldn't help but guess secretly.

It's no wonder that he gave such a high evaluation, because although this black fragment is only a corner, it is already comparable to a holy weapon.

"What happened here..."

Zhao Yuanyang frowned slightly, observed carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head.

The traces of the battle here were too severely destroyed, even if he had the cultivation of a saint, he had no way of knowing.

"Although I avoided death this time, I also lost some wonderful experiences..."

Zhao Yuanyang sighed.

As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are mutually beneficial.

Although he escaped a disaster, his life also lost some experiences that might be very wonderful.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a pity.

However, if Zhao Yunyang's idea was known by Nangong Lie and others, they would definitely curse.

They would rather not have these wonderful experiences, but choose to live!

However, they are destined to not be able to speak again, and they can't choose again.....

And Zhao Yunyang did not stop, he glanced in the direction of Chang'an City.

Then his figure turned into a little firefly, merged into the void and disappeared.

The valley returned to silence again.

Shortly after Zhao Yuanyang left, a black light flashed across the sky and descended directly onto the valley.

The man was wearing a black robe.

Under the black robe, only half of his face was visible, like an evil ghost.

"Emperor Qin, Emperor Qin... I didn't expect your methods to be endless. Even so many saints have failed..."

The man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and cold.

And he was surrounded by wisps of gray mist, which enveloped him, making him look mysterious and strange.

"It seems that I have to continue to lie dormant..."

He looked at the ruins below with a gloomy face: "But it's nothing. I have been dormant for so many years. It doesn't matter if I wait for a few more years."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds covered the sky.

Thunder rolled faintly and heavy rain poured down.

Hua La La~

In the pouring rain, the black-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then his body blurred in an instant, and the next moment he completely disappeared from the spot.

What he and Zhao Yuanyang didn't notice was that an inconspicuous white fox was lying in the grass, watching the black-robed man leave.

Huh~

After the black-robed man had left for a long time, the fox spirit let out a breath, and a strange luster appeared in its pair of charming eyes.

In a trance, it seemed to have become a beautiful woman who brought disaster to the country and the people, charming and seductive.

And on its face, there was also a hint of charming smile that made people puzzled.

It stood up and looked in the direction of Chang'an City, which was also the direction Qin Mu left.

It jumped into the rain and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

..........

In a restaurant in Chang'an City.

The originally lively restaurant was now full of seats, and even many people were standing on the open space, crowded and shouting, so lively.

The discussions that came and went spread all over the place and echoed in the restaurant.

They were still talking enthusiastically about the immortal cave, the empress of the Cangyue Dynasty, and the deaths of the major saints.

The heat of these events shows no sign of abating, but is instead intensifying.