1937: Seven Titles!
1937: Seven Titles!
Yang Luo nodded, “Yes, I indeed want to test myself at the ‘Heaven Burying Immortal Tomb’.”
“You’re kidding?!”
Ning Jianfeng’s mouth twitched, “Brother Yang, the Heaven Burying Immortal Tomb is extremely perilous.
If a cultivator below the level of Heavenly Immortal enters, it’s a path of certain death without life!
You shouldn’t be reckless.
Let’s go to the ‘Eight Tribes Lightning Territory’ instead for our trial!”
Baili Wushuang also said, “Brother Yang, if we trial in the ‘Eight Tribes Lightning Territory,’ we can still retreat in time if we can’t handle it!
But if we enter the Heaven Burying Immortal Tomb and encounter danger, there would be no escape!”
Tantai Puti quickly persuaded, “Brother Yang, I know you long to become stronger, but you mustn’t act rashly!”
After thinking it over, Yang Luo said, “Alright, let’s first go and see.
If it really is too dangerous, we won’t enter.”
Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterward, Yang Luo and his group continued flying towards the West Continent on the ancient boat.
Until the evening arrived.
Yang Luo and his companions reached the Endless Sea at the border between Central Continent and West Continent.
Ji Longyue suggested, “Brother Yang, it’s quite late today.
How about we find an ancient city to rest for the night and head to the Heaven Burying Immortal Tomb tomorrow?”
“Okay.”
Yang Luo nodded in agreement.
Around nine o’clock at night.
Yang Luo and his group arrived at White Tiger City.
As the main city of West Continent, White Tiger City covers a vast area.
Its bustling hustle and bustle are on par with those of Azure Dragon City, Black Tortoise City, and Vermillion Bird City.
Upon reaching White Tiger City.
Yang Luo and his party found an inn, ordered some dishes and wine, and started eating supper.
At this time.
People in the inn were talking about recent events in Kunlun Ruins.
“Fellow Daoists, have you heard about the battles at Eastern Desolate Mountain and Consoling Immortal Island?”
“Of course, we’ve heard!
Those are the big events recently happening in Kunlun Ruins, known to everyone!”
“Mr.
Yang has now firmly secured the position of the number-one Heavenly Pride of Kunlun Ruins.
He is a contemporary fierce figure, earning everyone’s respect!”
“Such a dazzling genius, I really hope to have the fortune to meet him one day!”
“Ah, such figures come and go without trace, how can we meet them just by wishing?”
Hearing the discussions of the people.
Sitting in a corner, Flame Emperor and the others looked bemused.
International Diva Luange giggled, “Little Luo, I didn’t expect your fame to be so vast that we can even hear people discussing you here.”
Tantai Puti laughed, “Of course, Brother Yang defeated Lu Yuanlong and ten others with a single finger, then he killed Pei Zhanhun and Yan Moxie, two True Immortals.
Furthermore, he killed four True Immortals from the Dragon Python Sect, eradicating the sect.
Each of these feats is not something ordinary individuals can achieve.
It’s only natural for Brother Yang to become famous throughout Kunlun Ruins.”
Ning Jianfeng toyed with his wine glass, “However, Kunlun Ruins are so vast, and ultimately only a few have seen Brother Yang.
Thus, even if Brother Yang sits here, they wouldn’t know.”
Speaking of which, Ning Jianfeng turned his eyes sharply and said, “Brother Yang, how about I shout out loud that you are indeed the fierce figure of this age?
Probably these fellows will rush over to offer you drinks.”
“Don’t!”
Yang Luo quickly raised his hand to stop him, “Better less trouble than more.”