Ancient Gods

On the top of Qingfeng, the drunkard casually sat down on a piece of bluestone. With a slight shake of his palm, the mud seal of the wine jar was shaken off. He picked up the wine pot and took a big gulp, then casually lifted the tattered sleeve to wipe his mouth.

No matter who was here, seeing the drunkard in this state, it was impossible to associate him with a strong man.

Because the drunkard did not show any of the demeanor of a strong man.

However, Mo Yang was still a little uneasy at this time. He had been with the mysterious strong man in the courtyard for so long before, but he did not realize that he was actually a cultivator, and his cultivation was a bit scary. Mo Yang could not guess what realm he was in.

As for the division of the realm of cultivators, the so-called Heavenly Saint Realm is above the Great Saint Realm. Because there are too few strong people of this level on Xuantian Continent, Mo Yang was not very clear about this realm in the past.

He still learned from the Saint of Yaochi that from the Great Saint Realm upwards, each cultivation realm has nine levels.

In this wilderness, there seemed to be no shortage of so-called Heavenly Saint Realm experts, and the drunkard in front of him, according to Mo Yang's most conservative estimate, was probably also a Heavenly Saint Realm peak expert, and might even have surpassed this realm.

Although Mo Yang once had a good cultivation, the stronger his cultivation, the more he feared the rumored emperor, because it was too difficult to reach that level, and it was not something that could be achieved with talent and hard work.

Mo Yang hesitated slightly, and sat down not far from the drunkard. He also broke the mud seal and took a big sip.

Then he said, "Why did the senior help me?"

Without waiting for the drunkard to respond, Mo Yang continued, "I think it should not be as simple as the senior owed me a pot of wine!"

The drunkard did not respond after hearing this, and then he picked up the wine jar and took a few sips of wine, and then looked at Mo Yang.

That face was too ordinary, with messy hair blocking his eyes, especially the beard, who had not been groomed for a long time, and looked as sloppy as possible.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Mo Yang took a deep breath and then said, "I always feel like I've met you before, as if I've seen you somewhere before!"

The old man was silent for a moment, shook the wine jar in his hand slightly, and said, "I still owe you a pot of wine!"

Mo Yang: "..."

This old man didn't know how much wine he had drunk, but he only recognized one pot, and it seemed that his personality was a bit stubborn.

But he didn't dare to say much, thinking for a moment, and then said, "Senior, don't you worry about offending the Duan family when you take action today? The Duan family is powerful and has unfathomable background!"

The reason why Mo Yang said this was to deliberately test whether he could get some words out of the drunkard.

In fact, he knew in his heart that with the cultivation of the drunkard, even if there were many strong men in the Duan family, they might not be able to do anything to him.

The drunkard seemed to have seen through Mo Yang's thoughts. The breeze blew past, and his messy hair fluttered in the wind. He could clearly see that he raised his eyebrows, and then said lightly; "The Duan family will only suspect that you have other killers, and no one knows that it was me who did it!"

When Mo Yang heard the drunkard say this again, he was still speechless. Just based on this sentence, the drunkard was like a scoundrel, throwing the blame directly on his head.

"Senior, aren't you worried that I will tell you?" Mo Yang frowned and said.

The drunkard didn't care at all, and responded: "Even if you say it was me who did it, they can only hunt you down!"

Mo Yang: "..."

The drunkard's implication was that even if Mo Yang told the truth, the Duan family would not be able to find him, or the Duan family would only capture Mo Yang alive as a threat.

Mo Yang sighed lightly and didn't speak again.

At this time, the drunkard seemed to glance at Mo Yang silently, and then asked: "You once reached the Great Saint Realm, why did you lose your cultivation?"

When Mo Yang said this, his heart suddenly trembled. He had been hiding his situation since he came to the wilderness for so long. So far, very few people knew his true situation. Many cultivators thought that he was deliberately honing himself and did not use his full strength.

Even the powerful people hiding in the Imperial City might not have investigated it clearly, but the drunkard said this, obviously he had seen through the secret of Mo Yang's cultivation.

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, the drunkard continued: "Your foundation is intact, but your cultivation was taken away by someone?"

Mo Yang's heart trembled again. Although his cultivation was not taken away by others, it was indeed taken away, because now those powers are sealed in the Star Emperor Tower.

He was secretly shocked in his heart. This drunkard's cultivation is really terrible. He can actually guess this step.

Since the other party has seen through it, there is no point in continuing to hide it. After a moment of silence, Mo Yang nodded and said, "The senior is right. My cultivation has indeed been taken away by others!"

Mo Yang was already very shocked, but then the drunkard's words made him stunned.

The drunkard did not ask more about his cultivation, but changed the subject and said, "If my guess is correct, you should be from another continent!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Mo Yang's body suddenly froze.

Too many cultivators want to know about his life experience and origins. It is also a mystery for many cultivators. Many cultivators have speculated that he may be from the Tiandao Sect.

Even those geniuses who have seen him in the ancient secret realm, no one knows that he is from another continent.

At this time, the drunkard suddenly said such a sentence, and Mo Yang's shock can be imagined.

Although the drunkard saved him, Mo Yang did not want to expose the secret, because once the secret was exposed, if it was spread out, the consequences would be disastrous.

All enemies would have no worries, and he would face endless pursuit.

"Why did the senior say that?"

Mo Yang asked in a deep voice. He was startled and alert. This old man was a little too scary. Could it be that the other party knew something? Or did he search his memory without him noticing?

"There was no you in the wasteland!"

The drunkard's response was unusually simple, but from his tone, he was always calm. Even when he said that Mo Yang came from another continent, he did not have any extra emotional fluctuations.

"You don't need to be nervous. I'm not interested in what you have, and I said I owe you a pot of wine!"

As if seeing Mo Yang's vigilance, the drunkard said this lightly.

Mo Yang didn't want to stay any longer. Although he was also very curious about the identity of the drunkard, if he continued to stay, God knew what else this mysterious old man would say.

He bowed and said, "I am seriously injured and need to be healed as soon as possible. If you are alright, I will take my leave!"

After saying that, without waiting for the old man to speak, Mo Yang turned around and left.

Watching Mo Yang fly away, the drunkard smiled faintly, but then sighed.

"My cultivation has been lost, but my heart is intact. Not bad..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, whispering this sentence.