In the state of the Blood Soul Totem, Zhuo Buqun was flying all the way toward the Soul-Purification Spring.

The Piaomiao Holy Land is a radius of millions of miles, and it is very broad. Because the rules of heaven and earth here are very different from those of the outside world, flying in the air is extremely expensive.

Zhuo Buqun consumes a lot of body in the state of the Blood Soul Totem. Most of the time he spends gliding through the wind, so his speed is not fast. He only flies more than a thousand miles in three days.

Along the way, Zhuo Buqun passed many places marked with treasures on the map, and also saw many trialists, witnessing bloody battles to compete for treasures, and also seeing trialists struggling in pain.

Zhuo Buqun was thinking about the Soul-Purification Spring. He ignored it, whether it was a treasure or the trialists, and only cared about flying in the air.

On this day, I came to a mountain.

The mountain peaks are not high, but cover more than thirty miles of land. They are dark and quiet, giving people a heavy feeling of suppressing the earth.

The Soul-Purification Spring marked on the map is in this mountain.

On the map given by Han Mu, not only is the location of the Soul-Purifying Spring marked, but it is also marked that this is one of the most dangerous places to die in the first level of the Piaomiao Holy Realm.

As for what is dangerous, it has not been explained.

However, for Yan Li, even in the Netherworld, Zhuo Buqun had to go for a trip.

Zhuo Buqun flew above the mountain for a week, but could not find the entrance to the mountain, and his eyes searched around the mountain.

“Huh?”

Zhuo Buqun raised his eyebrows and showed a look of surprise.

There is a village in a flat area not far from the mountains.

In the village, there are low straw sheds and curling smoke from cooking stoves.

In this vague illusion, there is still people living, which is really strange.

There is no record in the map given by Han Mu or the map of the Xiao family, and humans will survive in the Piaomiao Holy Realm.

"This is strange!"

Zhuo Buqun thought for a moment, waved the gray light wings behind him and flew towards the village.

When he arrived above the village, Zhuo Buqun did not land, but hovered over the village and looked down at the bottom.

There are indeed humans living inside the village, and there are about a thousand people in the entire village.

However, it is completely different from humans in the real world. These people are only half as tall as normal people. They are like dwarfs, with a very big head, but their bodies are extremely thin, and their appearance is almost the same as humans.

Soon someone discovered Zhuo Buqun in the air and exclaimed suddenly.

People in the village walked out of the straw hut, knelt piously at Zhuo Buqun, muttering words.

Zhuo Buqun flew to a wide area in the village, and soon an old man came with a large number of dwarfs.

"Gourmet to the Star God!"

The old dwarfs and everyone knelt down to Zhuo Buqun, all of whom were full of awe and humility.

"Star God?"

Zhuo Buqun burst into laughter.

Then he sensed that the bodies of these people were very weak and there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit in their bodies.

However, their souls are extremely powerful, and the soul of this dwarf old man is not even weaker than that of the first-level fighting king.

"You call me Star God?"

Zhuo Buqun released a fighting spirit and lifted everyone up.

The awe on everyone's faces became even stronger.

The old dwarf said respectfully: "Every hundred years, people from other places like you will come. We respect you as the star gods."

Zhuo Buqun continued to interrogate and finally figured out the origin of these people.

Every hundred years, a large number of fighters will enter the Piaomiao Holy Realm. Some people, for various reasons, are trapped in the Holy Realm, assimilated by the environment of the Holy Realm, and are no longer able to get out.

The Piaomiao Holy Realm has existed for tens of thousands of years. I don’t know how many fighters have entered here. Naturally, there are many people trapped here. They leave behind future generations and reproduce from generation to generation to form these deformed humans.

They grew up here since childhood, thinking that the world was only so big, and they long forgotten that their ancestors also came from the outside world, but they regarded the trialists who had entered the holy realm as gods.

These dwarfs have very short lifespans. The old dwarf looks like they are in their seventies or eighties, but in fact they are only in their thirties.

"These people are like frogs growing at the bottom of a well. I don't know how big the real sky is. It's so sad..." Zhuo Buqun sighed in his heart.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly. Compared to the people outside, these dwarfs are frogs in the well. However, compared to the star realm, aren't the people growing in the star realm?

Whether it is the celestial star realm or the earth realm, as long as you do not get rid of various constraints and gain transcendence, you are just a frog in a well.

"Why are your souls so powerful?"

Zhuo Buqun continued to ask.

The old dwarf said respectfully: "We drink water from the sacred mountain all year round, so everyone's soul is very powerful."

Zhuo Buqun's heart moved, and then asked: "Do you know where the water in the sacred mountain comes from?"

"What Lord Star God is talking about the Divine Spring?

Of course we know that the divine spring is inside the divine mountain. In the past, every time the star god descended, the star god would enter it."

Zhuo Buqun frowned slightly, then asked quietly: "Can you take me to Shenquan?"

"How dare I not obey the Star God's command?

Please follow me!"

The old dwarf agreed.

Under the leadership of the old man, Zhuo Buqun came to the foot of the mountain and entered a cave.

Zhuo Buqun was worried that the old man would not see the road, so he took out a piece of starlight stone to shine the road. Unexpectedly, the old dwarf was familiar with the road, and obviously came here more than once.

The cave is extremely deep, and gusts of cold wind blow from the depths of the cave, but there is no coldness at all, which makes the soul feel extremely comfortable.

After walking for more than three hours, I came to the depths of the mountain's belly and entered an empty cave.

In the center of the cave, there is a spring of ten feet in size, and the dark and faint spring water is unknown how deep it is. The breath emitted makes the soul feel comfortable.

"That's the Soul-Purification Spring?"

Zhuo Buqun's eyes flashed. Although he was happy, he was also full of vigilance and walked towards the spring.

Crack! A shattering sound suddenly came from under my feet, and I don’t know what I stepped on.

With the help of the light of Moonopyxene, Zhuo Buqun saw many bones scattered on the ground.

It can be judged from the shape and size of the bones that all the dead are fighters from outside. I don’t know how many years have passed. Some of the bones have decayed, while others still have luster.

Zhuo Buqun curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth and counted coldly at the old dwarf: "You didn't tell me that so many people died here... Star God!"

"Star God?"

The old dwarf restrained his awe and humility, and instantly seemed to have changed his personal form, showing a sarcastic look and a ferocious look.

"I've given you a few compliments, do you really think of yourself as a star god?

In the past, many outsiders were praised for their own words and thought they were the star god. But I brought it here and became God’s food! In front of the real God, you are an ant, and you are only worthy of God as food."

Zhuo Buqun showed a smile but not a smile, "God?

Where is your God?”

Wow! The spring water surged and quickly condensed into a human form.
Chapter completed!