50 Ruins of the Inner Circle

The cracking noise of the dry wood echoed as the black smoke covered the burning forest. Fire billowed as bodies of charred animals lay on the ground.

Booming noises echoed in the forest as golden and black images flashed in between the burning trees.

Suddenly, the man in the tattered and burnt black robe stood at a rock, his red eyes behind the broken mask staring at the Golden flash as a big bright arc flashed as he slashed the sword towards the Golden image.

A loud roar echoed as the golden image vanished from the spot as the bright arc passed through it.

"Got you, fucker," the man murmured as he disappeared from the spot.

The roar echoed again as the Large Golden Lion stood on the rock, its mane engulfed in flames. Blood dripped from its mangled eye, while the other eye searched for someone as the blood oozed from many cuts on its body.

But suddenly, it turned around and an enormous ball of fire started floating from its mouth before it shot it towards another bright arc.

BOOOOOMMM

The noise echoed as the lion stared at the collision as its remaining eyes went wide and another bright arc from below passed through its neck.

Silence ensued as the sound of burning leaves echoed throughout the area before the blood poured from the lion's body as its decapitated head and the large body fell to the ground.

The man panted heavily as he knelt on the ground, his body supported by the sword, his gaze fixed on the stream of blood flowing from the rock.

Blood oozed from his many wounds as he stood slowly at the spot while his one hand removed the broken mask. His breathing ragged as he closed his eyes for a moment before his red eyes turned blue as he stared at the rock, but suddenly a voice echoed in his mind.

"That was a good fight. That Lion was as strong as Peak level Profound Realm cultivator."

The man nodded slightly as he swallowed the white pill. As his injuries healed, the blood oozing stopped. Warm breath escaped his mouth, but a nauseating stench hit his nose. His brow furrowed as he took one last look at the rock before disappearing from the spot.

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The sound of the cicada and the chirps of the insects echoed as a silent stream of the river flowed in between the trees.

But the tranquility was shattered when a fair, bare-chested man emerged from the river. His silvery, whitish hair clung to his body as he opened his eyes and exhaled a warm breath.

His blue eyes stared at the bank of the river before he moved slowly towards it. But suddenly Demon Lord's voice echoed in his mind.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine, but sometimes I feel like I'm turning into a masochist," Andy said, his head shaking slightly as he stared at the endless forest.

"And why's that?" Demon Lord's amusing voice echoed in his voice once more.

"Don't you understand? After being injured so many times. I sometimes feel as if I can't live a life without getting hurt." Andy muttered as a sigh escaped his lips and a cloth appeared in his hand as he began wiping his wet body.

"Hmmm, maybe you would turn out to be the one," Demon Lord's voice echoed in his mind once more.

Andy was frozen in place for a moment before retorting, "It's all your fault. You were the one who instructed me to go after those demonic beasts."

"Because you don't even know how to fight. At least you started using your mind while fighting the stronger enemies." Demon Lord's voice echoed in his mind once more.

Andy's voice stuck in his mouth as he shook his head and a new set of clothes appeared in his hand.

"I think it is the time that I am about to reach that damned ruins," Andy muttered as he dawned his clothes.

"Hmm, but you have to be careful. There is a chance that you could even encounter the Heavenly Realm Beasts."

Andy nodded slightly. "Yes, this time I will not attack those damn beasts. But after spending almost twenty days in this place. I felt that I have improved a lot."

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken sphere appeared in his hand. But as soon as it appeared, it began vibrating violently as it moved in a particular direction.

Andy peered at the distance as his hands gripped the sphere tightly, and his heart thumped furiously.

"I think it's time," Andy muttered as he strolled in that direction.

"Yes, it's the time. Finally, I could see that what would happen when these two pieces combined," Demon Lord's voice echoed in his mind.

Andy's eyes narrowed as soon as he heard the words, "But you haven't told me about this sphere. What's its history. You just told me that you found it in some ruins,"

"You will get to know about it when it's time. But I have a feeling that something interesting is going to happen in that place," Demon Lord's voice echoed in his mind once again.

"Maybe," Andy muttered as he slowly and carefully moved in the particular direction as a sudden pressure assaulted him.

He was rooted to the spot for a moment before the pressure evaporated as his eyes turned red.

"What was that?" He muttered, but suddenly his eyes widened and his heart thumped as he spotted a vast wall covered with Moss and a faint voice reached his ears.

"You are here?"