ook a step forward and stood on the platform of the True Fire Furnace.Jiang Yun stood at the very front. Behind him were Guan Yiming and seven others, including Xiao Zheng.This location was, of course...Jiāng Yún and the five others' discussions naturally all centered on the two clans' migration and how to resist the Divine Slayers' Temple.

Although the Lun Hui and Hun Dun tribes have accepted Jiang Yun's idea and started to migrate, there are simply too many of their clan members and affiliated forces.

Furthermore, due to the vast distances involved, it would be impossible for everyone to relocate within a year.

To prevent the Temple of Tyrants from secretly attacking members of both tribes, the Wild Tribe also dispatched a large number of masters to protect them and help them complete their migration as quickly as possible.

As for Man Swallower, under the invitation of the three clan chiefs and Ginger Cloud, he finally made a decision: to return to the Wilderness Tribe and help the Wilderness Tribe fight against the Temple of Godslayers.

Of course, Huang Junyan also offered him quite generous terms for this.

In conclusion, everything was developing according to Jiang Yun's plan, and Jiang Yun also knew that he had already done his best to help the desolate clan.

Therefore, after everyone reached an agreement, Jiang Yun officially began his closed-door training.

As I said before, he's willing to pay any price to at least break through to the Earth Protector Realm within this illusion.

Ginger Cloud chose the space between worlds for his seclusion, and the three great clans naturally did everything they could to help and protect him.

That's it, three more years have passed!

Although these three years have been an unprecedentedly peaceful period for the people of the three tribes, each and every one of them knows deep down that this is the calm before the storm.

As Jiang Yun had guessed, the Temple of Slaying Gods had, a year ago, split its forces and simultaneously wiped out both the mysterious Ji clan and the Xiao clan.

Although Huang Junyan and Lü Piaomiao have invited these two clans multiple times, hoping they would also relocate to the Huang Clan's territory.

Alternatively, they could build a teleportation array at each other's location to look after one another and jointly resist the Temple of Godslaying, but they never received a response, so they had to give up.

Now, since the two tribes have been exterminated one after another, the nine tribes are now reduced to just these three.

Adding to the fact that the three clans joined forces, which is no secret to the Temple of Slayer Gods, it naturally angered the Temple of Slayer Gods. Therefore, it won't be long before the real final battle begins!

On this day, a blurred figure appeared at the place where Jiang Yun was in seclusion.

Although Ginger Cloud was surrounded by at least six powerful figures secretly guarding her, none of them could detect the appearance of the figure.

The person's gaze was fixed solely on Jiang Yun, who was under heavy protection and had his eyes tightly closed. After a long while, he let out a low sigh and said, "Jiang Yun!"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Yun's body trembled slightly and she suddenly opened her eyes, exclaiming, "Master!"

Since Ginger Cloud told his master the truth about this illusion, although his master promised to help him, he hasn't appeared again.

Now that he finally heard his master's voice, Jiang Yun was naturally extremely surprised.

The blurry figure was none other than Gu Bulao. He sighed again and said, "You don't need to look for me, I came here just to tell you, in at most a year, the Shending Hall will launch its final attack, are you ready"

Jiang Yun certainly couldn't help but hear it. It seemed like his master had no intention of meeting him at all. He hurriedly spoke up, "Master, what about you"

"Don't put all your hopes on me, because I still have some things to do."

At this point, Gu Bulao's voice fell silent. He remained quiet for a moment before continuing, "In short, remember this: whether or not this place is an illusion, and whether or not I am a figment of your imagination, since you are my disciple, I will naturally do everything in my power to help you!"

"Do whatever you want, go for it! Everything will be taken care of by your master. Alright, I'm leaving!"

"Master!"

Jiang Yun stood up, though he wanted to chase after his master, he also knew that if his master truly wanted to leave, he wouldn't be able to catch up. So, he sat back down cross-legged, his brows furrowed tightly.

Master came today, naturally to tell himself that the great battle was imminent. However, Master's tone and words were obviously a little off.

This made Jiang Yun couldn't help but worry a little, wondering what had happened to his master in these years.

However, if there truly is something that even the master cannot solve, then even if I know about it, I am fundamentally incapable of offering any help.

At least, I am more clear now. This war that once happened in reality, whether the master participated or not, at least the master is safe and sound.

"In less than a year, I should be able to break through to the Earth Protector Realm!"

Thus, after informing the leaders of the three clans, Jiang Yun continued his seclusion.

At the juncture between worlds, far from the three great realms, Gu Bulao's figure reappeared, gazing towards Jiang Yun's direction of seclusion. He sighed again, "Is all this just an illusion"

For several years, Gu Bulao has done almost nothing, devoting all his energy to exploring the world.

Because he wanted to prove that this place was not an illusion.

Although there were no substantial findings, he increasingly felt that Jiang Yun hadn't lied to him.

And this, made him unable to accept and believe, so he seemed somewhat lonely and unwilling.

"Could it be that even you are nothing but an illusion"

As the phrase "ancient and ageless" left his lips, a small figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was a boy no older than four or five.

Hearing Gu Bulao's words, the little boy blinked his eyes and opened his mouth to say: "Senior, everything is illusory What does illusory mean Can you explain it to me"

"That way, if anyone asks me this question in the future, I'll be able to explain it to them."

"Also, who was that older brother just now Senior, you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you. Although I've never met him before, I actually have a feeling of familiarity about him, as if I've seen him somewhere."

"I heard that life has a past, present, and future. Could it be that I've met that big brother of mine in a past life"

Hearing the little boy's words, which came out like a rapid-fire volley, Gu Bulao's face gradually revealed a hint of helpless smile. He shook his head and said, "You're so young, how can you have so many words!"

However, that older brother just now, in the future, he should be your junior!

"Shi-di" The little boy was slightly taken aback. "Why would he be my shi-di He's obviously older than me!"

"Oh, senior, are you taking me as your disciple That's wonderful, just wonderful! But Master, before you take me on as your disciple, shouldn't you give me a name"

And, and…

Gu Bulao once again shook his head helplessly. With a sweep of his sleeve, he vanished along with the boy's form, leaving only the sound of the young boy echoing in this pitch-black rift between worlds.

What's wrong

Meanwhile, within the grand hall of the Slaying Gods Temple, Dao Zun suddenly raised his head and looked at Dongfang Bo in front of him, who stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Donghua Bo lightly shook his head, and on that usually expressionless face, a hint of confusion appeared as he said, "I don't know, I just had a fleeting moment of bewilderment!"

Dao Zun looked at him deeply, and suddenly smiled faintly: "You're not in a daze, but rather, the you here, has awakened!"

"Dao San's puppetry skills are still lacking in refinement!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, before Dongfang Bo could even comprehend what was happening, Dao Zun suddenly swept his sleeve. An invisible wind enveloped Dongfang Bo's body.

The wind swept past, leaving no trace, and completely erased the expression from Dong Fang Bo's face, causing him to become expressionless once more, reverting back to his puppet-like state.

"Dongfang Bo, send the word out, order the army to march immediately to the wasteland!"

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