urrent strength.Faced with countless ice flowers, Jiang Yun didn't even glance at them. There was no trace of Huo Yuan in his eyes.Although Huo Yuan is not the same as he used to be, Jiang Yun is also..."Shall I be the one to take the fall"

Jiang Yun was taken aback by the words. He immediately fixed his gaze on Dugu Wen and said, "I, Jiang, am sincerely here to discuss matters with my senior. I hope my senior won't jest."

Although this Dugu Wen is not a true Dao Yuan, nor an actual Wilderness Master, he claims to have received orders from Dao Yuan to stand in for the Wilderness Master here.

But now he was telling Jiang Yun to be the leader of the desolate land, which made Jiang Yun have to wonder if the other party was playing with him.

However, Dugu Wen shook his head solemnly and said, "I'm not joking. Although the Lord of Wilderness handed over the Great Desolate Realm to me, I am old and frail now, and my strength is waning."

"Over the years, I've been searching for someone to take my place, someone to inherit the title of Wasteland Lord."

"It's a pity that I never found the right person."

"Until today, I've met a new friend!"

Jiang Yun said calmly, "I am from the Shan Hai Realm. How could I possibly become the Lord of the Great Wilderness"

"Dugu Wen smiled faintly: “I'm not from the Dahuang Realm either. And I think with your intelligence, you should also be able to guess that the Lord of Desolation is not from this Dahuang Realm either!” "

That's true. No matter how you calculate it, someone from afar will never be a native of the barren world.

Jiang Yun still shook his head and said, "Then I still can't see it. Senior, what do you see in me that makes you think I am qualified to become the Lord of Desolation"

Dugu Wen's gaze fell upon the middle-aged man who had been knocked unconscious by Jiang Yun. "You are not afraid of the imprint of the Wilderness Master, and you can even erase it!"

"Just because of this"

"That's all it takes!" Dugu Wen suddenly changed the subject. "Well, little friend, if you have some free time, why don't you come with me to a place There, you'll know everything just by looking at it!"

Facing Du Guwen's invitation, Jiang Yun's mind was racing.

To be honest, besides this Dugu Wen giving me a strange sense of danger, everything that has happened since I first met him feels weird and eerie.

Ten years ago, Dugu Wen, as Dao Yuan's successor, issued an order that all Haishan cultivators who sought refuge in the Dahuang Realm must accept the imprint of the Wilderness Master. Those who refused would be killed without mercy.

Everything he did after stepping into the desolate world fully met the standards of merciless killing.

But when the other party saw me, instead of attacking me, they earnestly tried to persuade me to become the Lord of the Desolation Realm.

The reason is that he himself is not afraid of the Mark of the Wilderness Lord!

This doesn't quite add up, somehow.

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Yun nodded and said, "Alright, I'll have to trouble you for the lead, senior."

Dugu Wen pointed at the light that had appeared when he first came out and said: "Just step inside!"

Jiang Yun had long known that the light was a teleportation array, and he didn't say any more. He took the lead and stepped inside, while Dugu Wen followed closely behind.

Accompanied by a burst of light, Jiang Yun had left the ancestral hall and found himself in utter darkness.

At this very moment, before his eyes, a hundred-zhang-high, trapezoidal building appeared, resembling a stone monument.

The entire object was pitch black, its four sides smooth as mirrors. On top was a platform.

The entire building, standing quietly in the darkness, emanates an air of vicissitudes.

It has obviously been around for a considerable amount of time.

Jiang Yun asked in puzzlement, "What's this"

Du Guwen looked at the building, his face showing a trace of excitement. "This is the altar!"

"An altar What's the use of it"

This was originally used by the chieftain for offerings to the heavens, but since the chieftain left, no one has used it again.

"Before he left, the Master told me that he hid his legacy within the altar and imprinted it throughout the entire structure."

"If someone could erase the brand and inherit his legacy, then that person would be the new lord of this Desolate Realm!"

Jiang Yun's brows furrowed as she looked at the altar once more and said, "You mean you can't erase the imprint"

Dugu Wen shook his head and said, "I can erase the imprints within cultivators of the Great Desolate Realm, but I cannot erase the imprints on this altar."

“So I’m just filling in for the rightful owner, but you should be able to!”

As he spoke, Dugu Wen walked to the side of the altar and gently tapped it with his hand.

Then, on the four sides of the altar, lines of runes suddenly lit up.

In an instant, the entire altar was covered with densely packed runes on all four sides.

This is the mark left behind when the former ruler of desolation departed. Little friend, as long as you can erase these marks, then you will obtain the inheritance of the former ruler and become the true ruler of desolation.

By then, you'll have complete control over the Desolation Master Mark, controlling the entire Wilderness Realm. You can even lead your people into the Wilderness Realm without needing to accept the Desolation Master Mark.

I have to say, Dugu Wen's words made Jiang Yun feel a little moved.

Although Ginger Cloud was unwilling to accept the Wild Master's Brand and become a slave to the Wild Master, he was still quite envious of the power of this Wild Master's Brand.

If one could obtain the inheritance of the wasteland master, and control this imprint, then it would give them another powerful trump card.

When faced with conflict, being able to resolve most of the opposing force's power is a significant advantage. While it may not guarantee absolute victory, it certainly increases your chances of success.

However, there was still a hint of doubt in Gingercloud's heart.

Isn't it all a bit too coincidental

As the headmaster of Wenda Sect, I came to the Dahuang Realm with the disciples of Wenda Sect.

That the Lord of this desolate realm is actually Dao Yuan, the first master of the Wenda Sect, and that he left behind his legacy,

And this inheritance, happens to be only something that he himself could accept.

It's like a journey that has been meticulously planned for years, with everything laid out just waiting for me to reap the rewards.

獨孤文顯然也看出薑雲的猶豫，微微一笑：" 小友，雖然我不知道荒主的傳承究竟是什麼樣，但或許你可以先感受一下。"

"If you don't want to accept, it's not too late to change your mind. After all, it takes some time to erase all the runes on this altar."

After much deliberation, Jiang Yun nodded and said, "Then I'll give it a try!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yun's figure flashed and he appeared directly on top of the altar.

The altar was empty, save for the runes that remained faintly glowing from where Dugu Wen had just touched them.

With a slight hesitation, Jiang Yun walked to the middle and sat down cross-legged. Then he stretched out his palm and gently placed it on those runes.

As the chaotic energy within surged, streams of it began to flow from Jiang Yun's palm into the altar.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The entire altar trembled slightly under the influence of chaotic power.

And on one side, those interwoven runes that had covered it began to fade.

Dugu Wen, standing under the altar, watched as the runes gradually dimmed and disappeared. His face and eyes were filled with excitement.

Yet within this excitement, a deep-seated resentment also lurked!

As Jiang Yun watched the runes on the altar disappear, he clearly felt a rune surge out from within the altar. It followed along his palm and directly entered his body.

This rune is completely different from the runes released by those ancient cultivators before, and it clearly contains a powerful aura and strange power.

"Is this the legacy left by Dao Yuan"

Ginger Cloud's heart moved. Just as she was about to carefully analyze the glyph —

Suddenly, the black stone within his dantian, which had been as immovable as a stele, trembled violently.

Under this trembling, the long-lost voice of vicissitudes also rose: "Ruin Text!"

In the distant past, there was a tribe whose name was "Huan"...

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