The yellow sand in the desert and the stars in the sky were innumerable.

At this moment, the Spirit-devouring Scorpions in the desert were the same. They were densely packed and were as plentiful as the hair of an ox. Their eyes were extremely red. They were rattling their tails as they pounced on He Jian and Jiang Yingrong. The scorpions were furious. They wanted to devour all the outsiders in the Barren Desert. Their queen was not to be blasphemed. Even if they were only ferocious beasts and did not have intelligence, this kind of thinking had been deeply integrated into their flesh and blood.

He Jian's face was solemn. He glanced at Jiang Yingrong and shouted, "Attack with all your might!"

The sword intent on his body was earth-shaking. He controlled the sword with his spirit and pointed it where he wanted. Every attack was majestic and aboveboard. He emphasized crushing the opponents head-on, making it impossible for the opponents to dodge. The sword attacks were domineering and awe-inspiring. The sword-light flashed, but there were too many Spirit-devouring Scorpions in the desert. They kept jumping out of the sand. He Jian and Jiang Yingrong seemed to have entered a vortex of the scorpions and were sinking deeper.

Initially, He Jian only needed to use the Heaven-lifting to escape but as time passed, even if he used his strongest move, his chances of escaping became increasingly slim.

As the sand continued to sink in, the Spirit-devouring Scorpions could be seen in front of them. They were as fine as raindrops, so fine that they were simply overwhelming.

1 breath, 2 breaths, 3 breaths...

After about 15 minutes, the spiritual Qis in their dantian were exhausted, and their bodies were full of fine scars. They had killed many Spirit-devouring Scorpions—at least tens of thousands of them—but not only did the number of scorpions not decrease, they actually increased.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged a look and saw the bitterness in their eyes.

The former pointed his finger in the air, and the Chronicle let out a light cry. All of a sudden, he shook a big circle up and down, and a sword-light spread out in all directions, enveloping the area in front of him.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Shopkeeper Jiang, I'll risk my life to strike out with my sword. As for whether you can escape or not, it'll depend on your luck!" At this time, the elder did not feel any fear in his heart, only a trace of unwillingness. He had restored his foundation and had the capital to strive to become a Venerable One. Yet, he was going to die in such a place. It was not worth it—it was too not worth it. Nonetheless, he could not watch Jiang Yingrong die in front of him.

How should He Jian put it? He had faith, perseverance, and a breath of relief in his chest. Otherwise, the swords in his hand would not be so sharp, and his cultivation would not have reached such a level.

Jiang Yingrong's face changed, and she said with a bitter smile, "Elder He, you're the Guardian Elder. Let's go together!" She said these words sincerely. She knew He Jian's cultivation was stronger than hers, and not even by a little bit. They were both top-grade Spiritualists, but there was a huge disparity between them.

He Jian shook his head, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. He was silent for a long time, then said dryly, "Help me... Help me take care of Lil' Lan!"

As soon as he said that, the potential in his body burst out and turned into spiritual power that burned fiercely. An unbeatable will was released from his body and swept up the void. The sword will that filled his surroundings was incredibly sharp as if it could pierce through the sky and tear it open. At this moment, the elder was like an immortal sword that was wrapped with immortal essence and holy will and could shatter everything in the world.

This was Heaven-lifting!

Just the sword will alone had the power of ghosts and gods that was difficult to fathom.

At the spur of the moment, a sound that could cut through the sky reverberated. Ou Yangming's voice came from the horizon. Before he arrived, his voice came first. "I'll bring you out." He was not loud and apart from being firm, he sounded indifferent. Nevertheless, when one heard it, it was convincing. It was as if the young fellow could hold up half of the sky even if it collapsed.

Previously, Ou Yangming was strolling leisurely outside the Barren Desert. He looked at the surrounding Spirit-devouring Scorpions without any expression on his face. Only when he sensed 2 familiar purple lights in his spiritual world he quickly rushed over. Fortunately, he made it in time.

Ou Yangming's voice had yet to fade away when a white flame that was spinning non-stop appeared in the sighs of He Jian and Jiang Yingrong and moved quickly toward them.

It would be fine if that was all but the key was that behind the white flame, there were many Spirit-devouring Scorpions. At first glance, they covered an area of more than 5 kilometers, which was at least 10 times the number of scorpions that surrounded Jiang Yingrong and He Jian. Just how terrifying was that?

Jiang Yingrong's pupils constricted, and her lips parted. She looked sexy and seductive.

The Spirit-devouring Scorpions were only ferocious beasts and had no intelligence, but she did have a feeling that they were gnashing their teeth.

Yes, they were gnashing their teeth. They wanted nothing more than to gnaw Ou Yangming clean. Even the Spirit-devouring Scorpions beside Jiang Yingrong stopped attacking. The blood in their eyes was dense. They made rattling sounds and rushed toward the young fellow like a tide without any hesitation.

He Jian was also dumbfounded. He thought to himself, 'What did brother Yu do that made them angry? Why do these Spirit-devouring Scorpions hate him so much?'

Before he could stop thinking about it, he understood.

The Heavenly Phoenix Fire was like a spinning cyclone. The fearless Spirit-devouring Scorpions surged forward and turned into ashes as soon as they touched it. Hundreds of them died in an instant.

At every moment, many Spirit-devouring Scorpions were buried in the Heavenly Phoenix Fire. Tiny black threads fused into Ou Yangming's body. This was the resentment of the Spirit-devouring Scorpions. It was because of this that more and more of them followed behind him.

He Jian looked away without any expression and cursed internally, 'What a monster.'

Jiang Yingrong bit her red lips lightly and looked around. There was only one thought left in her mind. 'What kind of flame was this? How... How could it have such a fearsome lethality?'

She looked at Ou Yangming as if he was a monster. The more she understood him, the more she felt that this person was frightening. He was like a vast ocean or a deep starry sky. He would never have a bottom line and what he revealed was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Let's go!" Ou Yangming said with a calm expression and a smile.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. 'After making such a big commotion, why does he still look unmoved?'

With that, they followed behind Ou Yangming from a distance, and the more they walked, the more frightened they became.

Wherever the young fellow passed, all the Spirit-devouring Scorpions would immediately give up their original prey, shake their stingers, and pounce at him.

Looking from afar, there were at least millions of Spirit-devouring Scorpions following behind Ou Yangming. They had strong killing intents, and the flame patterns on their bodies were burning fiercely.

Jiang Yingrong smiled bitterly and widened her eyes. She looked at Ou Yangming's back and asked, "Elder He, what do you think is going on? These Spirit-devouring Scorpions… Sigh!"

He Jian gently stroked his beard, his face filled with emotions. "Brother Yu... Uh, he's a godly being, so you can't make assumptions of him based on common sense. I've lived for more than half my life and have never even heard of such a thing. Even in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Big Ruins, this is the first time this is happening. There's a saying that goes "all who have the will to act recklessly against mysteries known only to heaven will fail to carry out their schemes". To a secular like me, Brother Yu's a mystery known only to heaven. He can't be seen through." He glanced at his withered and old fingers and shook his head.

Jiang Yingrong's expression did not change, but her heart was already in turmoil.

He never thought that He Jian's evaluation of Ou Yangming would be so high. It was self-evident that he was a secular, but he compared the young fellow to the mysteries of heaven. This evaluation was ridiculously high.

At this moment, her heart was like a cat that had been poked. She was itching to know the truth, and she was getting more curious about Ou Yangming. She was certain that no matter where he went, he would glow with exceptional radiance.

Whether it was in the outside world or in the Big Ruins, he would be able to suppress a generation.

Of course, despite creating such a huge commotion, Ou Yangming also managed to save many lucky Spiritualists.

As long as Ou Yangming passed by, the Spirit-devouring Scorpions would instantly go berserk, letting go of their original prey and crazily biting toward him in the flames.

"This... This! This person again? He caused such a huge commotion outside the light screen before, and now he's like a king in the fire, luring all the Spirit-devouring Scorpions over. What's even more terrifying... What's even more terrifying is that as soon as the scorpions get close, they'll turn into ashes. This—who's this person?" An Advanced Spiritualist who had entered the Big Ruins to seek fortune was shocked, and his gaze was dull.

He was already in a desperate situation, and he planned to self-destruct his dantian to avoid a life worse than death. In just a moment, he was pulled back from the gates of hell by Ou Yangming.

His gaze flashed, and he gritted his teeth. He turned into a light stream and followed behind Ou Yangming.

This was not an exception. It happened every once in a while after that.

The tip of Zang Jian's fingers brushed the Shen Tu Sword. His body was tall and straight like an unsheathed long sword, and he was standing proudly.

He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air. The blood sword followed his movements and pushed out, drawing a wave of sword Qis. In an instant, the sword Qis crisscrossed like intersecting white rays. All the Spirit-devouring Scorpions within 33 meters from him collapsed.

Zang Jian held the Shen Tu Sword and sneered. "Hmph, is this all!" He did not encounter many Spirit-devouring Scorpions, so he did not take them to heart.

At this time, it was dusk. Zang Jian raised his head and looked at the horizon. The red sun looked like a disc hung on the horizon, and it looked as if he could pick it up with just a lift of his hand.

Ou Yangming's figure was reflected in his eyes, and his body was filled with battle intent. This was a powerhouse's recognition for another powerhouse.

Without warning, the yellow sand began to shake rhythmically and wisps of dust spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

As far as one's eye could see, the world was a vast expanse. Everything was covered by yellow sand, and one could vaguely see a dark black light shining in the yellow sand.

Zang Jian touched his chin, and a pensive look appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, the cries of Spirit-devouring Scorpions reached his ears. His eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, 'Given the sounds and the power, how many Spirit-devouring Scorpions are there?' There was a faint fear in his heart. He used his mental power to explore his surroundings. Just as he was about to escape, Ou Yangming's figure appeared in his mind.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said in fear, "This... Is impossible, right?"

Without any hesitation, he used his great mental power to explore further. After a long while, he uttered one word, "Freak."