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The skies above the Extinction Ruins were filled with a color of decay, like a piece of whole wheat bread that had barely started to mold. As Yi Chen traveled on, the coldness in the air grew more and more intense.

Two days later.

A vast and quietly green river lay before him.

Green does not always signify life, at least not this river, which emanated a sense of deathly stillness and strangeness, causing a feeling of discomfort to arise within anyone who beheld it.

However, faced with this scene, Yi Chen, who rode upon a crimson leopard, instead revealed a faint smile. He flipped open a book and began to carefully compare it with a certain page.

"The ancient texts of the Zheng Family record that the cave where their ancestors fell lies upstream of the River of Dead Silence. The river, mysterious and enigmatic in its green hue where even a feather would sink swiftly and disappear without trace."

"If I'm not mistaken, this quiet green river before me must be the River of Dead Silence mentioned in the ancient texts."

Finally finding some clues, Yi Chen felt a burst of joy flash through his heart, glad not to be wandering aimlessly like a headless fly.

He looked at the calmly flowing quiet green river and, with a thought, plucked a hair, which instantly appeared in the palm of his hand, glowing red.

At this moment, the loyal leopard turned its head to Yi Chen, its eyes filled with grievance and quiet reproach, as if to say 'what are you doing, master?'

Because the hair Yi Chen plucked was from the top of its head.

"My good leopard, as a spiritual beast, you must be magnanimous. It's just a hair. The greater your scope, the greater your fortune will be in the future, understand the applause."

Seeing the dejected look in the leopard's eyes, Yi Chen couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He patted its head and began his silver-tongued reassurance.

After placing a large piece of the Black Evil Dragon King's flesh in front of the crimson leopard, Yi Chen exhaled a gust of wind from his mouth, blowing the red hair into the quiet green waters of the river.

The green waters of the river, like a gaping maw that could never be satisfied, quickly swallowed the red hair, which sank to the bottom.

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Witnessing this, Yi Chen nodded his head repeatedly in agreement.

"It seems that this river is very likely the River of Dead Silence described in the records. I'll follow along the river upstream to find that ancestral cave of the Zheng Family known as the 'Heart-Asking Cave'."

"The left arm of the Kirin Sacred Armor, it must be fated for me."

Just then, a sudden commotion in the distance caught Yi Chen's attention.

He gazed into the distance and saw ripples slowly spreading in the center of the river, as if a colossal creature was thrashing about beneath the water's surface.

This discovery made Yi Chen's gaze sharply focus.

"Ah well, best not to court unnecessary trouble."

Shaking his head, Yi Chen urged the crimson leopard to start racing along the riverbank.

This River of Dead Silence was too strange, the risks too great, and the gains unknown; he was not ready to take chances.

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Within the black-green forest, twisted and bizarre trees spread their branches towards the sky like gnarled claws.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of lichen, similar to moss, casting a faint glow in the night.

Underneath the largest tree, a campfire was burning brightly.

The warm light of the fire dispelled the darkness and the thin mist rising from the night sky, illuminating the six faces before it—five men and one woman.

"Damn it, this eerie place can actually suppress our spiritual consciousness to such an extent."

"Crane brother, are you sure that the cave contains the treasured scripture from the Discipline Hall of the bygone Reincarnation Temple, the 'Great Sun Divine Flame Purification Sutra'?" complained a short, plump monk with a round face, roasting meat over the fire.

This man had a peculiar appearance; from the front all one could see was one of his ears, signifying the vastness and roundness of his face.

"Be at ease, Brother Bo. This information is absolutely reliable. My ancestors planned for many years to obtain this scripture, but they had to withdraw reluctantly back then due to lack of strength. Now with the help of my fellow brethren here, we are sure to be successful."

"Crane brother, why would the treasure scripture from the Discipline Hall of the Reincarnation Temple be in that cave?" asked a pure-looking girl with an oval-shaped face, warming her hands by the fire, curiosity in her voice.

A black dress covered her legs evenly, revealing enticing ankles and a tattoo of a vivid plum blossom on her ankle, specifically eye-catching.

The girl's hair flowed down like a waterfall, and with her black dress, her complexion appeared as white and lustrous as jade.

"Miss Rong doesn't know that ten thousand years ago, something unknown happened to the great Buddhist sect, the Reincarnation Temple, and overnight the entire temple disappeared without a trace. My ancestors later stumbled upon the Hall of Hundred Treasures of the Reincarnation Temple's Discipline Hall within these Extinction Ruins."

"Perpetually enshrined within this Hall were the 'Great Sun Divine Flame Purification Sutra,' which only the head of the Discipline Hall was permitted to practice, and the martial arts derived from this unparalleled scripture, 'Dragon God Flame.' These items were created by the first-generation high monk of the Discipline Hall and have always been kept in the Hall of Hundred Treasures.

In addition, there are nine Reincarnation Pills."

"You all know the wonders of the Reincarnation Pill, I don't need to say more. These miraculous pills, upon consumption, allow us to switch to cultivating the 'Great Sun Divine Flame Purification Sutra,' thereby reconstructing our Cultivation Bodies into the most compatible Great Sun Flame Bodies,
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and we can transform our hard-earned mana into genuine Buddhist power. With our talents, once we achieve this, we, the Six Wonders of the Southern Territory, can surely reach new heights," said the man they called Crane brother, his voice filled with pride.

"Crane brother truly is generous, worthy of the name of benevolence, willing to share such benefits with us," said two silent men with dark complexions, their words expressing trust in Crane brother.

The sky above the Extinction Ruins was devoid of moonlight, with only a few dim stars scattered across the firmament.