Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Senior, we were rude before, please forgive us," Li Potian bowed in apology.


"No problem, take me for a tour nearby... Oh yes, my name is Ye Feng, from Misty Sect in Shenzhou." Ye Feng wanted to see if there were any other remnants of the Ancient Holy God nearby.


If there were, he would take them back with him.


The Ancient Holy God would surely be very pleased to see them.


In Ye Feng's view, this peerless powerhouse who had once suppressed an era would definitely want to see his own bloodline continue and his remains gradually come together.


"Yes." Li Potian hurriedly led the way.


Ye Feng, Hu Feifei, and the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey were escorted by a group of brawny men from the Power Clan as they walked through this valley that had transformed from the nail of the Ancient Holy God's big toe.


There were many stone walls in the valley.


They were engraved with countless pale golden Divine Runes, but Ye Feng lost interest after just one glance.


Chapter 918 Substitutes for the Core, Collecting Debris (Third Update)