always remained like an ordinary person, traveling countless places, climbing countless mountains, and witnessing countless landscapes.At first, he only watched. But as the distance he traveled grew g..."This, it seems like, is a village!"

Looking at those shapes formed by the gathering of spiritual energy, some demons among the crowd had already whispered in astonishment.

Because most of the demon tribes live in village communities, the vast majority of them actually come from places like the blessed land forming above Jiang Yun's head.

While it feels familiar, it's not hard to recognize—it's a village!

Although this village is quite simple and not very large.

But everything in the village, whether it was the dozens of houses or the winding paths.

Even a stone mill placed in the center of the village, looked incredibly clear and lifelike.

To such an extent that vaguely, all the monsters seemed to be able to see, within this village, children chasing and playing with each other;

There was a grown man cultivating quietly nearby;

A mature woman sat before those little houses, mending something while smiling as she watched the running children and the men training.

Even, it's not hard to guess that this village is where Ginger Cloud was born and raised, his home.

To gather one's home into a blessed land is indeed the first choice for many cultivators.

First, because memories are deep, the most familiar place for everyone is inevitably their home;

Secondly, it is a way to express one's longing for home.

After all, as cultivators, in pursuit of higher cultivation and greater strength, most would choose to leave home and venture into the outside world. Who knows when they might be able to return home

Of course, home became the place they yearned for most deeply, hidden in their hearts.

However, even though this ordinary and unremarkable little village was condensed with such an image, it truly didn't have anything else out of the ordinary. It really made all the demons inevitably a little disappointed.

Even the elder of the Xue clan, frowned slightly, with a trace of 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 on her face.

Some were realizing, and even a hint of happiness.

Because she remembered, when she took the risk to invite Jiang Yun to the Snow Tribe at first, Jiang Yun had said such a sentence: “I have my own village and my own people, just like you!”

Now she could finally be sure, Jiang Yun had spoken the truth. He hadn't deceived her, and the blessed land he had now gathered was his village, his home.

With the village finally taking shape, Huo Duming shook his head and said, "I had some expectations for you, but now it seems I overrated you!"

"Based on this mere blessed land you've forged, it's not hard to imagine you lack any real power. Therefore, our battle should come to an end!"

As soon as his words fell, Huo Duo's flames above his head flared. The two clusters of flames split apart again, and a third cluster appeared—a blue flame!

"May this place be a blessed one!"

Among the crowd, the monsters couldn't help but let out another exclamation of surprise.

"Looks like the young master wants to divide the blessed land into nine parts, so that when he reaches the ninth level of the blessed land, the flame will be divided into nine parts, forming a nine-colored flame!"

"Impossible! Nine out of ten in the Fortunate Land, it's simply too difficult. As far as I know, there aren't many people in the Shan Hai Realm who can achieve it!"

"Indeed, even if the young master possesses extraordinary talent, it would be difficult to achieve such a feat!"

"Go!"

At that moment, Huo Du Ming suddenly pointed with his finger.

Three groups of flames surged upwards simultaneously, intertwining and merging to form a three-colored fire dragon ten zhang long. With a roar, it charged towards Jiang Yun.

However, Gingercloud smiled faintly and said: "Be patient, my blessed land, is not yet complete!"

"This, is only my first blessed land, Jiang Village!"

As he spoke, the figure of Jiang Yun standing in mid-air suddenly became hazy and blurred. Even the aura emanating from his body gradually faded away.

The feeling one got was as if Jiang Yun were about to vanish into thin air.

The three-colored fire dragon, roaring furiously, had arrived before him. Its flames surged wildly, directly burning Ginger Cloud's already blurry form into nothingness.

However, after the fire dragon dissipated, Ginger Cloud's figure reappeared.

What was burned by the fire dragon was nothing but a wisp of afterimage formed because Jiang Yun's dodging speed was too fast.

And at this very moment, a surge of spiritual energy suddenly welled up within Jiang Yun's body. It gathered outside the small village atop his head and continued to condense at an astonishingly fast rate.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the audience watching the demons instantly showed astonishment.

"Huh, could it be that the village isn't his lucky place after all"

"No, the village is his lucky place! What's being forged now should also be his lucky place. He said it himself, just now that was his first lucky place."

Isn't there only one Blessed Land How could there be several Wouldn't that mean he, just like the young master, has already achieved the separation of the Blessed Land

"I never expected to see two cultivators who had split their blessings here today. I just wonder how much this human's blessing can achieve!"

In the midst of the discussions among the demons, a second wave of spiritual energy surged above Jiang Yun's head, finally gradually condensing into a very inconspicuous small hill!

This mountain peak is only a little taller than the nearby village. Its actual height probably doesn't exceed a hundred zhang.

Above it, a waterfall cascaded clearly visible, and one could even faintly hear the sound of water splashing against rocks.

"Tut!" He doesn't have the guts for it!Even enraged to his limit, Yin Hong no longer looked at the falling thunderbolts. He only stared dead at the evil Jiang Yun with eyes filled with hatred and rage, "Hit...