locked onto him with his divine sense, he didn't see him do anything unusual.Given Jiang Yun's feeling, it seemed that this desert was simply one of these monsters, and even able to control them direc...Something was amiss! Although Jiang Yun's chaotic markings began to disintegrate at an astonishing rate, he showed no signs of alarm whatsoever. Instead, a look of astonishment crossed his face.

Because this disintegration wasn't caused by being directly destroyed by a powerful force, but rather gradually fading away under the erosion of time, just like grass that withers and falls into the mud as time passes. The power of the Wild Tribe embodies the power of time! When Ginger Cloud first sensed the wild patterns, he clearly remembered his body rapidly transforming from youth to old age.

And at this very moment, the power that was imposed upon his own scarred skin made Jiang Yun feel the same sensation again.

This is sheer willpower! Naturally, this also allows him to confirm that his guess was correct.

This withered patch of grass was not merely left there by a member of the tribe, but it is highly likely that this very tribal member was buried beneath the earth.

Even more boldly, Ginger had a further hypothesis.

Within this one-tenth of a heaven realm, the hundreds of convicts living in the village are merely a smokescreen.

Are the true prisoners those who dwell beneath the earth, the members of the 荒族 clan! Since he had confirmed that something was amiss deep within the earth, another question sprang to 薑雲's mind: "Who exactly among the 荒族 is being imprisoned"

To be imprisoned by the Elder Clan in such a special way, and hidden so deeply, in Jiang Yun's opinion, could only be like Emperor Xuanyuan, should also be an emperor.

But Jiang Yun also remembered that among the Nine Extinction Clans, only two emperors had been born throughout history.

One is the grandfather, and the other is the reincarnation emperor.

The Barbarian Race, though it also had a strong warrior named Huang Wushuang, who was called the First Emperor. His combat strength was unparalleled, and even quasi-emperors were no match for him.

But there is still a huge difference between the emperor and the true emperor.

If it was only to imprison a Human Emperor, I believe the Elder of the Hidden Village wouldn't have gone to such great lengths.

"Could it be that the Waste Clan actually gave birth to an emperor, but he was just unknown and captured by the Old Man's Guild as soon as he appeared"

"Or is it that this place is holding the notorious Ahuang Wushuang"

Although he was only the Human Emperor back then, hasn't he become an Emperor over all these years

Just as Jiang Yun was pondering, all the desolate patterns he had infiltrated beneath the earth had completely disintegrated.

But that raw power was still extending, about to break through the surface and enter Jiang Yun's body.

Ginger knew that at this moment, she should avoid this surge of chaotic power.

Because this brute force was clearly beyond what he could withstand.

If the one who releases this chaotic power harbors ill intentions towards themselves, or if their mind is not clear, allowing this chaotic power to enter their body could very well cause them to be eroded by time, just like these weeds beneath them, until they wither and vanish.

But Jiangyun also knew that if she really avoided it, she was probably losing the opportunity to communicate with this member of the Wild Clan.

Therefore, Jiang Yun gritted his teeth and ultimately allowed this chaotic force to enter his body.

"Boom!"

With a desperate effort, Ginger Cloud's body trembled slightly and began to age at an alarmingly fast rate.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a withered old man, almost devoid of life.

At this moment, Jiang Yun was truly deeply shocked! His current strength was comparable to that of a Heavenly Venerable, yet the other party, without even revealing their face, could cause him to age so rapidly with just an ounce of chaotic power. He had absolutely no power to resist.

This is enough to illustrate the strength of the opponent, or rather, the depth of their cultivation. They have not only surpassed their own known limits but have reached a height that even I, in my current state, find difficult to attain.

However, besides being shocked, Ginger Cloud also knew that at this moment, he was facing a life-or-death crisis.

This surge of wild energy was still draining its own life force, and in another breath's time, it would be utterly extinguished.

"Hum!"

A murky yellow spring suddenly flew out from the center of Ginger Cloud's brow, beneath the desolate lines, encircling her body.

In an instant, with a twirl, my vitality somewhat recovered.

Jiang Yun also took this opportunity to frantically spread his divine consciousness into the depths of the earth, and sent out his voice: "Senior, please show mercy! I am also a member of the desolate race!"

Whether it was Jiang Yun's art of longevity that attracted the other party's attention, or if they heard Jiang Yun's voice, the chaotic power surging into Jiang Yun's body indeed stopped.

This delighted Ginger Cloud's heart. He hurriedly sent a divine sense transmission, "Senior, is there a way to save you"

Although the raw power was no longer surging, in the face of Jiang Yun's transmission, there was no response from beneath the earth.

Jiang Yun patiently waited for a moment before speaking again, "Senior, although I am not a true member of the Wild Race, I have deep ties with them. So Senior can trust me completely."

"My wild patterns are the best evidence, they came from my own understanding, and I am not a slave to them."

Moreover, I'm unsure if the seniors are aware of the current situation and whether they remain clear-headed.

"This is Tiāwài tiān, the imperial prison built by the Great Emperor of the Cang Lao. It's probably intended to imprison predecessors."

"I luckily discovered the senior's wild grass-formed desolate patterns, so I hurried over. However, my strength is limited and I can't save the senior."

And even if I had the ability, I wouldn't dare to act rashly. I fear that any action on my part would draw the attention of the Elders of the Hidden Sect, and might even attract the Emperor.

Therefore, I would like to ask the seniors, is there a way to rescue the seniors without alerting the Emperor

Actually, Jiang Yun had no intention of rescuing the other party at all. He was just expressing his goodwill to the other party and hoping that they would stop attacking him.

If I died at the hands of the savages, it would be a truly undeserved end.

It's a pity that no matter how Jiang Yun spoke, there was still no sound from the depths of the earth.

This made Jiangyun wonder if the other party had been completely sealed away, unable to even speak.

Just then, the wild energy that had been lingering in Gingercloud's body for half a day suddenly exploded.

This caused Jiang Yun's expression to change again, thinking that he was undoubtedly going to die.

But soon Ginger Cloud calmed down again, letting out a long breath.

Because, after exploding with such immense power, it didn't accelerate the depletion of Jiang Yunsheng's vitality. Instead, it caused his vitality to begin recovering at an equally astonishing rate.

This means that although the other party cannot respond to you, at least they have eliminated their hostility towards you and even believe what you said.

However, the next moment, Jiang Yun's face changed again.

Because of the rampant runes on his body, they suddenly grew out of control, spreading independently and leaving his body. They began to gather and condense in the air.

Just like flowers blooming, Gingercloud's eyes were dazzled by the rapid growth of one rune after another.

For this, Jiang Yun was naturally no stranger. He knew that the number of ruined patterns that could be produced represented the realm of the imperial family.

One wasteland pattern is one wasteland realm, eight wasteland patterns are eight wasteland realms.

One is the Nine Desolates Realm itself! Of course, because I abandoned the cultivation of the desolate race, as long as I am willing to continue cultivating, at least sixteen or seventeen desolate patterns can be condensed.

But now, his own desolate patterns are completely out of his control, as if they have become the property of those from the desolate tribe deep in the earth. Under their manipulation, they begin to condense on their own, and more and more! "Could it be that he is helping me increase my strength"

As the thought of Ginger Cloud emerged in his mind, a series of booming sounds resonated within him.

The voice, it came from his blood, his bones, his meridians, every inch of his body! Even Jiang Yun's already formidable flesh had begun to undergo another transformation with the integration of the arcane patterns!n it yet He wouldn't dare, nor would he want to kill you. Otherwise, why would I have to take action myself!"Ishinomaki didn't speak, but his figure retreated several steps, apparently tacitly agreein...