Xuan returned to the Great Wilderness after leaving the starry sky.
There was a fist-sized piece of soil in Xuan's hand.
This fist-sized piece of soil was the Chaotic Breathing Soil.
The Chaotic Breathing Soil could be said to be the source of all soil. The ancestor of all earth types, the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, was evolved from the Chaotic Breathing Soil.
As long as there was enough energy, a grain of Chaotic Breathing Earth could continue to reproduce and form a vast continent.
After thinking for a while, Xuan broke off a fingernail-sized piece from the Chaotic Soil of Breath.
Xuan threw the rest into the Middle World.
As the Chaos Breathing Soil fell into the Middle World.
In an instant, the entire Middle World's land mass expanded and grew rapidly.
The spiritual herbs and roots that grew on land, including the World Tree, were all like a perfect tonic.
The World Tree's trunk grew taller and its crown expanded rapidly. In just a few minutes, the entire World Tree had grown a million feet tall.
Even the Chaos Gourd that was originally growing on the vines of the Chaos Gourd suddenly grew a lot.
At this time, the land area of the Middle World had expanded by about ten times.
The Middle World had expanded by thirty times.
Xuan exhaled lightly as he looked at the astonishing effect of the fist-sized Chaotic Breathing Earth.
He had made a huge profit again.
After putting away the fingernail-sized Chaotic Soil of Breath, Xuan immediately flew towards West Kunlun.
At this moment, Dong Wang Gong was already dead in the East Sea. There was probably only one quasi-sage left, Zhu Long. Peng Yu could stay behind to watch over the dojo.
Xuan flew for a while after leaving the East Sea.
Suddenly, a fierce battle sounded in front of them.
Along the way, Xuan had seen countless battles of various sizes.
Most of them were battles between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe.
Occasionally, other creatures would fight over treasures, but Xuan wasn't interested.
The reason why Xuan's attention was drawn this time was because of the battle between the quasi-saints.
One of them was an aura Xuan was familiar with.
Soon, Xuan flew forward for a while before a gong like voice reached Xuan's ears.
"Nine-headed monster, how dare you kill the children of our Sorcerer Tribe? Let's see if your Grandpa Zhurong won't roast you today!”
Then, a huge fire suddenly burned in front of him, and a huge flame net appeared.
Opposite Zhurong was a demon with a nine-headed snake body.
Xuan understood immediately. This was Demon Saint Nine Neonate.
[Nine Neonate: Nine-headed snake body, no soul, no soul, nine heads and nine lives. As long as one life is still alive, the other heads can slowly recover.]
However, the Nine Neonate's current condition was clearly not very good. There were only six heads left from the original nine.
If this was an ordinary demon, it would be equivalent to dying three times.
Xuan noticed that Zhurong had already reached the middle stage of the Quasi-Sage realm, while Jiuying was only at the early stage of the Quasi-Sage realm.
Faced with the huge net of flames interwoven by Zhurong's fire-elemental laws, the remaining six heads of the Nine Neonate suddenly spewed out turbid currents at the same time, spraying on the huge net of flames.
"Hahaha, it's useless. You're just an Early Stage Quasi-Sage. How can you break my giant flame net?”
Zhurong immediately laughed when it saw the Nine Neonate spewing out turbid currents in an attempt to break through its giant flame net.
"Zhurong, you've been chasing me for three months, but just you wait. I'll kill you sooner or later to take revenge for today.”
Right at this moment, a head on the Nine Neonate's body suddenly self-destructed.
It spat out green poisonous flames that covered Zhurong's body.
Then, the Nine Neonate's body flew away quickly.
"I didn't expect the conflict between the Demon Tribe and the Sorcerer Tribe to reach this stage. It seems that the first war between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe isn't far away!”
Xuan thought.
Whether it was the Demon Race or the Sorcerer Race, the Quasi-Saints were undoubtedly the top fighting forces.
Now, even the Quasi-Saints were fighting frequently. It was obvious that the great battle was not far away.
Seeing the Nine Neonate fly away, Xuan lost interest and prepared to continue flying in the direction of West Kunlun.
"Daoist Wuna, stop!"
"Yes."
As soon as Zhurong's voice came out. Xuan frowned.
"Zhurong, do you want to be beaten up?”
"Hahaha, I'm now at the Intermediate Stage of the Quasi-Sage Realm. I've even used the treasures of my Sorcerer Tribe to train my body so that I can beat you up one day!”
Xuan was amused by Zhurong's words.
"If you're improving, I'll stay where I am. The treasure of the Sorcerer Tribe you're talking about is the Pangu Divine Hall, right?”
"Since you want to beat me until I'm looking for my teeth, then you'd better look for your teeth first!”
A few minutes later, he flew into the distance with Xuan.
Only Zhurong, whose face was swollen and whose eyes were black, was left on the spot.
"Daoist Wuna, Your Ancestor of Sorcery will continue to seek revenge on you!”
Zhurong opened its mouth and shouted incoherently as it watched Xuan leave.
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