The Evil Lord of All Realms

The old patriarch of the Snow Clan seemed to feel the invisible changes in Mo Yang. That night, he came to the stone house where Mo Yang lived.

"Young man, I believe you have found the answer you want!"

Entering the stone house, the old patriarch actually said such a sentence with a smile on his face.

Mo Yang was slightly startled. From the first time he met the old patriarch, he felt that there was something different about this person.

This person had always smiled at each other, and had never looked for him in private or said anything to him. Now that he suddenly came to visit, Mo Yang was a little surprised at first. He didn't expect that the other person would say such a sentence when he opened his mouth.

With a faint smile on his face, the old man said to himself: "From the first time I met you, I felt that you were an unusual person. You are not from the Desolate tribe, but you are definitely a cultivator. If my guess is correct, , something big must have happened to you!"

Mo Yang frowned slightly, paused, and said: "Senior has a keen eye, but this junior has no other purpose in coming here. He is indeed lost here!"

The old man smiled, waved his hand, and said: "Although our snow tribe has lived on this ice sheet for generations, I once walked on the continent. You are not lost here, but lost in your heart. Now that the knot in your heart has been opened, You decide whether to stay or go!"

Mo Yang trembled slightly in his heart. After living here for a month, his mood has indeed changed greatly, and he does have plans to leave.

"You are not a thing in the pool, and this is not your permanent residence!" The old man looked at Mo Yang and said with a complicated expression.

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, he continued: "But if you choose to stay and become a member of our Snow Clan, we are very welcome. In the future, I will pass on the position of clan leader to you. If you leave, our Snow Clan will also There will be no stopping you!"

Mo Yang silently looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, feeling a little hard to calm down. This old man was indeed not a simple person.

Although this person is not strong in cultivation, he is a man of great wisdom. If he had not been living here in seclusion, he must be a great person.

The old man glanced at Mo Yang silently, without stopping, turned around and walked out of the stone house.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. The old patriarch of the Snow Clan came to him tonight, which was a wake-up call for him. Maybe it was time for him to leave.

He already knew some of the situations in this wilderness, but it was just a waste of time.

In the dead of night, Mo Yang silently sat cross-legged in front of the window, running the Star Emperor Sutra again and again. His dry Dantian actually trembled slightly, and then a wisp of faint true energy slowly condensed out.

This made Mo Yang's mood fluctuate instantly. In the past month, he had been trying to practice, but there had been no movement in his body, like a dead tree, unable to radiate even a trace of life.

Unexpectedly, there would be changes in the Dantian tonight. A ray of true energy condensed out. Although it was weak, it was completely different from before.

This feeling is like a clear spring emerging from a desert, like a spring breeze blowing in from the eternal cold winter...

But it only stopped here. No matter how he used his mental skills, the true energy in his Dantian did not change at all.

In fact, Mo Yang didn't realize at all that this faint ray of true energy was not what he cultivated tonight at all, but overflowed from the Star Emperor Tower.

Five or six days passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Yang was planning to leave here.

Originally, Mo Yang wanted to leave quietly. After all, they had been together for a month and had some feelings for each other, but after thinking about it, late that night, he still found the old patriarch of the Snow Clan.

When the door was opened, the old patriarch of the Snow Clan was not surprised when he saw it was Mo Yang. He showed a faint smile and motioned for Mo Yang to enter the room.

"Senior!" Mo Yang saluted the old patriarch.

"Young man, are you leaving?" the old patriarch said calmly, with a smile on his wrinkled face.

Mo Yang nodded slightly and said: "During this period, I am grateful to my senior for taking me in! I am very grateful to you!"

The old man didn't say much, he just smiled and waved his hands, with a kind of wisdom in his eyes and a kind of simplicity in his body.

Mo Yang sighed in his heart. He had traveled a lot and met many people. This old man from the Snow Clan really impressed him deeply.

Mo Yang pondered slightly, then took out a Na ring from his arms and handed it to the old man.

This was what he had prepared before. After a trace of true energy was restored in the Dantian, he could open the Najie. There were some elixirs and some elixirs in it.

For him, these things are no longer precious, but for the Snow people here, they are rare cultivation treasures.

The old man took the Najie and examined it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he glanced at Mo Yang silently, and subconsciously looked at it carefully.

However, he did not accept the ring and actually handed it back again.

"Thank you for taking me in, senior. I have nothing to repay. These are just some of my thoughts. Please accept them, senior!" Mo Yang pushed Najie back.

During the time when he came to live in the Snow Clan tribe, Mo Yang was deeply touched, and his state of mind underwent earth-shaking changes.

Sometimes in the dead of night, when he was tossing and turning, he would lament that life was truly wonderful. If he hadn't come here, experienced and seen these things, he might not have come out of the haze so quickly.

Mo Yang also knew that if he stayed here, he might bring disaster to the Snow Clan.

After all, the geniuses who made enemies in the ancient secret realm all came from the wilderness.

The old man hesitated for a long time before accepting the ring. He looked at Mo Yang silently and said, "You are a little different from before!"

He seemed to be talking about Mo Yang himself, and also seemed to be talking about Mo Yang's cultivation.

Mo Yang was slightly stunned, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"I guess you are no longer lost and know where to go!" the old man asked with a smile.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "Senior, take care!"

Then he turned around silently, waved his hand without looking back, and left the Snow tribe in the night.

Mo Yang didn't want to wait for dawn to say goodbye to the strong men of the Snow Tribe who often took him out hunting. The Snow Tribe people here were too simple, and Mo Yang was afraid that they would not be able to leave at that time.

After all, this ice sheet is like a pure land in the world of mortals. When you come here, perhaps everyone's soul will be cleansed and the worldly dust will be brushed away.

Since you must leave, don't look back, just do it!

Walking on the vast ice field, Mo Yang no longer didn't know where to go as before, but went all the way down south.

The ice field is located to the north of the wilderness, and all the way south is a prosperous place for cultivation.