Chapter 971: Wilderness Pattern Decomposition

me and sit down. We don't need any attendants. We just heard that you chose Jiang Yun as the head of the branch sect back then, so we wanted to have a chat with you."Of course, Ginger Cloud is my youn...Now that Jiang Yun knows that being far away is the path beyond, he thinks of the Wudao Sect and the five peaks of Wudao. Therefore, he feels differently about the Five Peaks of Dahua before him, feeling like an old friend.

As Jiang Yun's voice fell, a welcoming aura actually surged out from among the Five Peaks of Great Desolation.

The breath was extremely gentle, lightly touching the palm of Jiang Yun's hand, as if greeting Jiang Yun.

This caused Ginger Cloud to smile involuntarily, retracting her palm. She glanced once more at the Five Peaks of Wilderness before finally taking a step and stepping onto the first staircase.

This time, Ginger Cloud naturally didn't resist the force of counter-shock surging into his body. Instead, he skillfully distributed this force to various parts of his body as if he were driving a familiar vehicle.

At the same time, a blood-colored "wild" pattern unique to him also appeared on his brow.

Although the ravines on Jiang Yun's body were not the first time everyone had seen them, they still couldn't help but wonder when they saw them again at this moment.

Especially feeling the breath emanating from Jiang Yun's wild pattern, which vaguely coincided with the aura of the Five Peaks of Great Wilderness, they really wanted to ask, whose wild pattern did Jiang Yun's wild pattern comprehend

This issue has actually always been perplexing all the members of the Wild Tribes.

However, because both Huang Junyan and Lao Huang had issued strict orders, regarding Jiang Yun's past and secrets, no one was allowed to inquire about them unless Jiang Yun himself was willing to speak.

In short, the tribe doesn't need to know about Jiang Yun's past; they only need his help now. This leaves everyone, including Yi Zheng, with no choice but to bury this doubt deep in their hearts.

They would never have thought that the answer to this problem was actually among them!

And at this moment, looking at Jiang Yun's desolate lines, the little desolation couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his brow.

Although he hasn't developed his own Ruin Mark yet at his current age, there's one hidden under his brow that was given to him by Jian Yun.

In the future, he will also comprehend his true own desolate pattern through Jiang Yun's desolate pattern.

And if he were in the real world, he would take his clan's sacred artifact to a place called the Shan Hai Wilderness and leave his wild pattern there before sending it to his master...

Standing on the first step, Jiang Yun stood motionless, he was carefully sensing the surging power of chaos within his body.

After a long while, he slowly raised his foot and stepped onto the second step. At this very moment, a sudden light flashed in the eyes of both Huang Junyan and Huang Lao.

Only they noticed that on the blood-colored scar above Jiang Yun's eyebrow, several inconspicuous blood threads had appeared.

It looks like a gentle breeze has come and scattered the blood slightly!

In fact, the two of them knew better than anyone that these blood vessels represented—the splitting of the ravines!

Once the number of these blood vessels is sufficient, the wilderness pattern in Jiang Yunmei's heart will split into two. Then, according to the cultivation standard of the Wilderness Clan, Jiang Yun will have entered the realm of the Second Wilderness!

"Eldest, the voice of Old Ancestor rang directly beside Huang Junyan's ear: 'Clan Leader, back then when those three completed ninety-nine steps and reached the peak, did their cultivation realms all reach the Eleventh Wilderness Realm'"

Hearing the voice of Old Master Huang, Huang Junyan cast him a glance without any change in expression, and then gently nodded his head.

The old man then asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have passed ninety steps now, right"

Huang Junyan nodded again, still without speaking.

Next, the two of them fell silent. After a while, Lao Huang broke the silence and said: "Initially, I thought that Huang Yongfeng would be able to obtain first place in the military merit competition, and when he entered the sacred artifact, I would help him enter the Nine Desolations Realm."

With him and me working together, I'll have him take my place, and I'll work hard to replace you.

Despite the old man's words, Huang Junyan remained silent and didn't even look at him.

"But now you can rest assured, at least until the God Killers' Temple is destroyed, I will make no further moves."

Of course, if I could destroy the Temple of Tyrants, I would lay down my arms and retire. I am getting old, after all.

"I just don't know if my older brother will give me this chance!"

At the sound of his voice, a hint of gentleness appeared on Huang Junyan's face. He finally spoke: "If we could truly destroy the Temple of Tyrants, I would hand over the chieftain position to Huang Tu. Even you are getting old, and I am no longer physically capable."

All foreigners know that the Wild Tribe practices a separation of powers, and between the Patriarch and the Chieftain, these two highest-ranking individuals in the Wild Tribe, there is no harmony between their faces or hearts.

But nobody knows, in fact, that the old man, the king (or lord), and the deceased priest, those three were brothers of the same clan, having grown up together since they were young.

But as they grew older and their identities changed, they gradually drifted apart, a growing distance and even unspoken rivalry developed between them.

And at this moment, as the two finished speaking, they both smiled at each other, and between them, the years of estrangement seemed to melt away.

Perhaps it is because of the death of the sacrificial, perhaps because of the threat of the Temple of Godslaying, or perhaps because of the appearance of Jiangyun.

But regardless of how you look at it, their letting go of the barriers is a good thing for the entire Wasteland tribe, and even for the whole world.

The conversation between the two elderly people was naturally unheard by others, but the fleeting smiles that crossed their faces caused Aragami, standing nearby, to also smile, with a faint mist in his eyes.

Look! Look! It's going to split apart!

Just then, several cries of surprise rang out, and on the top of Mount Wuheng, Jiang Yun had already walked past the eighth step.

Fine blood vessels had begun to appear around the lines on his brow, and they seemed to be gathering together.

This scene is, of course, incredibly familiar to all the members of the Wild Tribe. It's the sight they saw before their Wild Patterns split.

"Bang!"

When Jiang Yun stepped onto the ninth staircase, the blood-colored wasteland mark between his brows finally split in two, becoming two identical wasteland marks.

The Realm of the Two Desolate Lands!

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

Although they shouldn't be surprised by anything that happens to Jiang Yun, at this moment, they couldn't help but be astonished.

The division of the wasteland, for members of the Wasteland Clan, is not something impossible to overcome, but it does require a certain amount of effort and luck.

And the entire process of division, even if successful, takes months or even years.

But Jiang Yun's desolate patterns, from the beginning of splitting to the final successful completion, took only nine steps!

This once again made everyone feel that Jiang Yun was even more like the savages than they were.

As for Ginger Cloud himself, he seemed to feel nothing. He continued walking, stepping onto the tenth step. Upon his original scar, several inconspicuous blood streaks suddenly appeared.

This time, it wasn't just Arah Kunyan and Elder Arah who saw it. Everyone could see it clearly, and they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment once again.

"Deputy General, could it be that every time you walk nine steps, the Abyssal Rune completes another split"

"If he walked through the sixty-seven steps again, just like last time, wouldn't he enter the Realm of Seven Desolations"

"No way The previous few splits were relatively simple, but the later ones are getting harder and harder. If he reaches the peak, could he possibly enter the Eleventh Desolate Realm"

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Networkhe reality of life. This was truly beyond Ginger Cloud's expectations.However, it also gave him a flash of inspiration, finding a direction forward for his own illusionary art!As the Golden Butterfly...