Martial Peak

According to the ancient legend, the Sun Shining and the Taiyin Youying were the common ancestors of all the holy spirits, and it was with these two that the various holy spirits came into existence, which led to the glorious reign of the holy spirits over the heavens in the ancient era.

In that era, in the three thousand worlds, there were holy spirits of different forms and races everywhere.

The only undeniable thing is that the Holy Spirit is extremely powerful, and every adult Holy Spirit is comparable to the Seventh Heaven of the human race, and as long as one continuously refines one's bloodline, one can grow up to the level of the Ninth Heaven.

According to the information Yang Kai personally found out from Big Brother Huang and Big Sister Blue, the so-called "Common Ancestor" story is nothing but a falsehood and a myth.

It is the most effective means of restraining the power of ink that the human race has today.

Before the emergence of the Purifying Light, the only thing that could restrain the power of ink was the power of the Holy Spirit, which, of course, was not as significant as the Purifying Light, but it was also very good.

At the end of the last century, the ink-colored giant god was sealed in the Demon Sealing Ground by the Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Empress with the help of holy relics of various tribes and the power of half of the ancestral land, and as the years passed, even the ink power in the ink-colored giant god's body was dissolved and dispersed by the power of the ancestral spirits.

When Yang Kai opened the Demon Seal Land, there was only an empty shell left of the ink-colored giant spirit, and if it hadn't been occupied by the distraction of the ink, it would have been impossible for the ink-colored giant spirit to wake up again.

That light is the opposite of darkness, separating the two forces of yin and yang and turning into a burning illumination yin, so the power of Big Brother Huang and Big Sister Blue blend together and can perfectly restrain the power of ink.

So how can the power of the Holy Spirit restrain the power of ink?

Did the holy spirits have nothing to do with that light?

Even if Big Sister Lan didn't remind him, Yang Kai was ready to take a trip to the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land, where he might find some discoveries.

The Broken Heavens was originally a place of exile in the Three Thousand Year World, where evil spirits gathered and dragons and snakes mingled.

Back then, those who were not from the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, if they wanted to be promoted to the Seventh Grade, most of them would choose to come to the Broken Sky, because this is an area that even the Cave Heaven Blessed Land is difficult to govern.

They could promote to the seventh grade without worrying about being invited by the Cave Heavenly Blessed Land.

Of course, in retrospect, it is not that the Heavenly Hallowed Ground is incapable of clearing the Broken Sky, but there is always a need for such a place in this world to hide dirt.

Order and chaos are like light and darkness; everything has its positive and negative sides, and they are mutually dependent on each other.

In the deepest part of the Broken Sky, there is a sea of supernatural powers, which was laid out by powerful scholars at the end of ancient times, surrounding the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land, which is both a natural barrier and an invisible cage.

It was a natural barrier as well as an invisible cage. But now, standing in the Sea of Avatar, Yang Kai could clearly see a huge and safe passage that led directly to the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land.

This passageway was indeed the one that the ink-colored giant spirit had traveled through the last time when he killed his way out of the ancestral land.

It was also convenient for him, as he did not have to bother about breaking into the Sea of Avatar.

He walked forward step by step, his body shaped like flowing water, and under the spatial laws, each step could span a distance of 100,000 miles.

Soon, Yang Kai passed through the passage and arrived at the ancestral land.

If the Ten Thousand Demons World barely retained the atmosphere of the ancient era, then the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land had always maintained the environment of the ancient era, never changing with the passage of time.

Counting this time, Yang Kai came to the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land three times before and after.

The first time was when he was being chased by the Shengyang Deity and escaped with a seventh grade woman named Xia Linlang, he unintentionally entered it.

The second time, he came to stop the human race's eighth-grade Mo Tu from resurrecting the inky giant deity, but he was too late and had no choice but to kill Lu An himself, who had some friendship with him, and witnessed the resurrection of the inky giant deity with his own eyes.

The inky giant deity is the one who killed the ancestral land from the Demon Sealing Ground, and then crossed the Broken Sky to reach the battlefield of the Empty Domain.

This was the third time he had come.

The first time he came, he was not a pure dragon, although he had a dragon lineage in his body, but the second time, he focused all his energy on the inky giant spirit and did not feel much.

But this time, as soon as he came to this ancestral land, he felt a sense of comfort and intimacy, as if a traveler had returned home to his mother's embrace, making his dragon blood stir, and he couldn't help but want to let out his emotions with a dragon roar.

Although he was from the human race, he was now fundamentally a pure-blooded dragon, and he naturally felt a great sense of belonging to this land.

But soon, his brows furrowed.

Most of them were lord level ink nests, three domain lord level ink nests, and no king lord level ink nests existed.

The King-Master ink nests were all placed on the side of No Return Pass, guarded by the only Mo Clan King.

Although I had already expected that the ancestral land would not be safe and sound, when I saw this scene with my own eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

It felt like a burglar had broken into the house, and the burglar was not only stealing property, but also taking over the magpie's nest.

How could Yang Kai tolerate this?

However, although these thieves wanted to occupy the ancestral land, the results did not seem to be satisfactory. In any other Qiankun, just one lord-level ink nest alone could cover the entire Qiankun with the power of ink and turn it into the territory of the Mo tribe.

But here, although the power of ink surges in each ink nest, it can only cover a limited area, and the power of a lord-level ink nest can only cover a radius of 100 miles.

The more distant the ink nest is, the thinner the ink power becomes, until there is none. The domain master ink nest is stronger, but it can barely cover a thousand miles.

There seemed to be an invisible force that suppressed the diffusion of the ink power.

It was the power of the ancestral land, the restraint and melting of the ink power by the ancestral spiritual power! This kind of restraint and dissolution was not as effective and direct as the purifying light, but with the entire ancestral land to rely on, it could be continuous and had been fighting against the erosion and expansion of the ink power for so many years.

From the scene before him, Yang Kai felt more and more that the holy spirits had something to do with that light.

It was because of the confrontation in the ancestral land that so many ink nests existed in this place, otherwise why would the Mo Clan be so well placed here?

"The Human Race?" A suspicious voice came out.

Yang Kai looked down and saw a Lord of the Mo Clan looking up from a Lords' ink nest below.

He did not deliberately hide his breath, so he was noticed by the lord as soon as he arrived.

The lord grinned, smiled fiercely and ordered, "Take him down!"

The human race appeared out of nowhere and dared to show themselves here, it is simply indifferent.

The Mo tribe has been occupying this land for many years, but they have never seen the figure of the human race coming here. This place is too far away from the large region that the human race is now holding, and it is close to the battlefield of Mozi, so even a hunter would not easily penetrate into such a place.

The entire world is filled with a strange power that restrains the spread of ink power and repels them. If they had a choice, the Mo tribe here would rather fight the human race on the battlefield than stay here for a long time.

There were domain masters who tried to destroy this land, but even if the innate domain masters took action, ten percent of their power fell on the earth, leaving only twenty to thirty percent, making it difficult to shake the land.

This is precisely why the Mo tribe felt that this land should be hiding a great deal of secrets, and that is why they took great pains to place so many ink nests, in order to completely ink this land and explore the inside of it.

Unfortunately, after so many years, progress is still slow.

Now that a human being suddenly appeared in this place, the lord was naturally delighted at the sight of him, and decided to capture him and turn him into a Mo Tu for his own use.

In a hundred-mile radius of the ink nest, many ink tribes swarmed to the scene, many of which were lords, who had no ink nest of their own and could only serve under the lord who gave the order.

In a split second, the ink surged, and a silhouette pounced towards Yang Kai, surrounding him in the blink of an eye.

The lord stood on top of the ink nest, looking at this scene, his brows furrowed, and a touch of uneasiness arose, the other party's behavior seemed a bit too calm.

And ...... he didn't even notice the other party's cultivation at the first time.

As soon as this thought finished, there was a flash of light in the encircling circle, and then all the Mo Clans gathered around were struck by lightning and stiffened.

The sound of blood spurting out was heard, and every Mo tribe, no matter how strong they were, were turned into countless pieces in that instant.

The lord's eyes contracted in an instant, and he dug into his ink nest without looking back.

The moment the opponent made his move, he knew that the cultivation of this human race was of the eighth grade.

I don't know how this guy came to this place, but it's not something he can afford to mess with.

But the body just turned around, there was a powerful force on top of his head, as if a big mountain was bearing down on him, so he couldn't move, and he barely looked up, only to see a huge palm falling from the sky, followed by a black eye, and then he didn't know anything.