Chapter 957: Growth from Within

the Dong Tian realm.Of course, his strength should be comparable to that of the elders and peak masters of Wen Daozong. Otherwise, he wouldn't be trapped in this forest and unable to leave.Lao Hei bro...Seeing the blood-colored rune that appeared between Jiang Yun's brows, everyone's faces changed drastically.

Even the likes of Huang Junyan, Elder Huang, and the Huang Clan's priests, not to mention Lü Piāomiǎo and Lü Zé, were all taken aback with wide eyes.

Every face was creased with disbelief!

Although the blood-colored rune was just a simple stroke, incomplete, they could not mistake it. It was—the Abyssal Mark!

This belongs to the unique markings of the wasteland tribe!

In this dreamy illusion, Jiang Yun finally revealed his chaotic patterns for the first time.

At this moment, Huangtu, Huangyu, and the Sacrificer, besides being shocked, also instantly understood why when they first met Jiang Yun, they had a strange sense of familiarity towards him.

This kindness, naturally stems from Jiangyun's wild patterns!

To those unfamiliar with the barbarian tribe, it would naturally be assumed that the wild markings above Ginger Cloud's eyebrows were implanted by members of her tribe.

And this also means that Jiangyun's true identity is Huangnu.

But in the eyes of the tribal members, it was clearly distinguishable. It was an 荒紋(wild pattern) that Jiang Yun had personally realized through his own comprehension.

Although this lone stroke seems insignificant, the personal understanding and insights cultivated by myself within the tribe are worlds apart from what was initially planted by the members of the Wild Tribe.

As the lines of Jiang Yunyao appeared, the raging storm released from the five peaks of Dahuang vanished instantly.

This allowed Jiang Yun's body, which had almost been blown out of the Big Five Peaks by the wind, to stand firmly on the steps again.

And the shock-absorbing power within him gradually calmed down.

Just like this ancient artifact of the Barbarian Clan, because the appearance of the wild pattern in Jiang Yun's brow, it recognized him as having the same status as a member of the Barbarian Clan, so it withdrew its storm and counter-shock power.

At this moment, over a million people are utterly silent. Each one is staring intently at Jiang Yun's now straight back, their minds blank.

As for Ginger Cloud himself, though he no longer possessed the power of dual attacks, allowing him to take another step forward and win the bet.

But he still just stood there silently on the steps, motionless.

In fact, Ginger Cloud hadn't even considered revealing her scar in this kind of situation.

That would certainly bring a lot of trouble upon oneself.

But just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the dual forces' attack and was about to leave Dahuang Wufeng, a flash of inspiration struck him.

He had long sensed the power hidden within that storm, the raw, untamed force of nature.

And his own desolate markings, which stemmed from his understanding of the power of desolation, therefore, Jiang Yun made up his mind and took a gamble, to see if displaying his desolate markings would allow him to avert disaster.

As it turns out, Ginger Cloud was right.

His stillness at this moment was not from excitement, nor from being severely injured.

But because, when his chaotic lines appeared, he clearly felt that besides no longer attacking him, from within the five peaks of the Great Wilderness, there was another energy surging out, pouring into his brow, enveloping his chaotic lines.

Although it was merely a breath, no longer possessing any power, within that breath, Jiang Yun felt a trace of familiarity.

just as he felt when he first saw Dao Yuan’s celestial sword, Tianhuang, the blue sky before him transforming into an endless expanse of darkness, that feeling of utter despair welling up inside him.

Jiang Yun knew, this breath, was the breath of "Huang."

Of course, the power that calls itself "the power of chaos" originates from this very breath.

The power of the wasteland is undeniable.

If anyone could master this power, if anyone could possess such an aura, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they would become invincible, or at the very least, the most powerful being.

Although Jiang Yun feared this aura because of the despair rising within him, he also desperately craved to control it.

Under this contradictory psychological state, his still body finally slowly moved.

...It wasn't about continuing upwards or turning away from the desolate Wufeng Peaks, but instead sitting cross-legged on the twenty-ninth step!

This scene left everyone, who were already shocked, speechless and dumbfounded once again.

Of course, they could understand. Now, Jiang Yun was just like Lie Ye before him, having undoubtedly obtained a rare opportunity within the Saint Artifacts of the Wilderness Clan. That's why he wanted to seize the time and comprehend it.

But, Lie Ye didn't start to comprehend things until after he left the Big Wilderness Five Peaks.

Even if Jiang Yun is in a hurry, it's too soon to start comprehending things now, isn't it

However, they couldn't stop him, they could only watch from afar.

Just as Jiang Yun sat down, but after only a few breaths of time passed, in the eyes of everyone, his body that was sitting cross-legged suddenly became erratic.

It's as if everything has become illusory, giving a sense of unreality.

But within this wavering, beside his body, on the twenty-ninth step above, gradually a clump of emerald green grass began to grow.

Seeing this, everyone was at a loss, but the expressions of Huang Junyan, Lao Huang, and the three high priests suddenly changed.

Because only they know, at this moment, the kind of change appearing on Ginger Cloud's body is a phenomenon that only occurs when one has comprehended the secrets hidden within their own clan's sacred artifact.

Such a vision, let alone the current barbarian race, has never been achieved by few people since the birth of the barbarians.

But this barbarian cultivator, Jiang Yun, actually managed to do it.

And this, is just the beginning.

After the grass grew around Jiang Yun's side, on those twenty-eight steps he had already walked over, it gradually began to grow grass as well.

"What's going on Am I seeing things"

"Jiang Yun, with his wild markings, was meditating on the sacred object belonging to the desolate clan. It's astounding that even the sacred object itself sprouted green grass…"

"Could it be that this Jiang Yun was, from beginning to end, actually just an enslaved savage of the barbarians"

"This is unlikely. If the Waste Tribe really had such an outstanding Waste Slave, why has no one ever heard of him before!"

The crowd simply couldn't contain their inner doubts, and one by one they began to whisper amongst themselves.

And while they were debating, the grass on the steps grew taller and taller, faster and faster, until it completely covered all twenty-eight steps, lush and swaying gently.

Not only did others not understand, but even the leader of the Wild Tribe, Huang Junyan, frowned deeply and muttered to himself, "Could it be that his wild pattern matches the secret within our tribe's sacred object"

Although everyone recognized the rune in Ginger Yun's eyebrow as an Abyssal Rune, because it was incomplete, even a powerful figure like Abyss Lord Yan couldn't guess what complete Abyssal Rune Ginger Yun had comprehended.

Even though Jiang Yun was in a state of enlightenment and experiencing visions, it only gave the Arahant King such a guess, unable to know more.

And, where did his ravines come from

When saying this, Hou Junyan's gaze shifted to Hou Tu.

He suspected that Gingercloud's aberrant markings were taught to him by his own son in secret.

Otherwise, why would his own son look at him differently

Unfortunately, even at this moment, Huangtu's face was also filled with surprise and confusion as he stared intently at Jiangyun.

It was apparently previously unknown that Jiang Yun also had the existence of wasteland patterns.

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Not a desolate map, but his desolate veins…

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Before Huang Junyan could finish his thought, a furious shout rang out: "Jiang Yun, what are you doing!"

First release on the Traditional Chinese Novels Networkf undisguised disappointment in his eyes. He said, “This, is his blessed land”Of all the demons, only Xueqing, who resided in the mist but could clearly see this unfolding scene, had no disappointment...