Yang Fei and Nuannuan were stunned; Oskilov's speed was beyond description.

And this mysterious man was even more exaggerated, disappearing in less than a second.

This speed had exceeded Yang Fei's understanding of velocity.

"One last question, who are you? Have we met before?"

Yang Fei shouted loudly, using all his strength, but didn't expect the mysterious man to hear him, nor to respond.

However, from the desolate distance, the voice of the mysterious man came, cold yet carrying a hint of warmth.

"I am your friend. Many years ago, you called me Master."

The voice was ethereal yet always clear.

Yang Fei was surprised, opening his mouth wide; this powerful figure was actually his master?

This guy muttered secretly, "Damn, I knew Shou Jing Gong couldn't be my master, but a master is a master, why did he say it like that, as if he doesn't acknowledge me as his disciple?"

The man saw Yang Fei pondering silently and waved his hand at him.

"Goodbye, the King and I will be waiting for you at the Burial God Battlefield."

Yang Fei yelled, "Wait, I have an important question, what exactly is going on with True Martial Masters suffering Divine Punishment?"

Divine Punishment had always been a knot in Yang Fei's heart.

Because of the existence of Divine Punishment, Uncle Afu and the Old Taoist, including the old man in the capital city, lived very constrained lives.

Yang Fei wanted to break through to the True Martial Realm, a hurdle that must be crossed.

The mysterious man laughed heartily, and the blurry silhouette stopped at the edge of the wilderness.

"Breaking Divine Punishment is related to the world's origin. It is also the task of the leader and all of us."

"Wait until you have collected all twelve Crystal Skulls. Only then will you qualify to explore the world's origin. We will be waiting for you at the Burial God Battlefield."

After speaking, the mysterious man's figure flickered and finally disappeared.

Yang Fei stared blankly at the low clouds on the horizon, lost in thought.

"Where is the Burial God Battlefield? Who is the mysterious man's leader? What is his relationship with me?"

Yang Fei had a belly full of questions but was frustrated by the lack of answers, only blankly staring.

Nuannuan came over, patted his shoulder, and sighed.

"Uncle, that handsome uncle left, hehe, he's much more handsome than you, so handsome and cool!"

Yang Fei nodded woodenly.

"Of course I know he left, sigh, he left me with a pile of unresolved mysteries."

Nuannuan giggled, her eyes shimmering with a cunning light, pulled something from behind her, and flashed it before Yang Fei's eyes.

"Look, what is this?"

Yang Fei only glanced at it, and his eyes lit up.

Nuannuan held a fist-sized object, round and clear, as if made of crystal.

Yet, upon closer inspection, the shape was terrifying—a skull, like a child's head.

Nuannuan laughed like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

"I just rummaged this from Oskilov's backpack; our Wu Clan's Sacred Object—isn't something that Immortal Race guys can touch?"

Yang Fei took the object from Nuannuan's hand, marveling at it.

"Is this the legendary Crystal Skull? Your Wu Clan actually considers such an evil thing as a Sacred Object, truly perverted."

Having said that, this guy bluntly tossed the Crystal Skull into his military bag, clapping his hands righteously.

"To break superstitions and highlight the spirit of the times, I represent justice in confiscating this item."

Nuannuan was instantly furious, baring her teeth and claws as she pounced.

"Damn uncle, you're so bad, this is our Wu Clan's Sacred Object, give it back."

Yang Fei's figure flashed, deftly dodging away.

"No way, didn't your mother teach you to be respectful to uncles, and not be stuck in superstitious ignorance?"

"Think about it, this thing has killed many clansmen, for the salvation of your Wu Clan, it's best it stays with me."

"Bah, you're just grasping and stealing!"

Nuannuan almost crooked her nose from anger, pointing at Yang Fei's nose to scold him.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, leisurely took the Crystal Skull out, and threw it to Nuannuan.

"I was just reminding you, this thing is too sinister. The Immortal Race sent a Prince himself to snatch the Crystal Skull, it's very dangerous to have it on you."

Nuannuan didn't expect Yang Fei to return the Sacred Object so easily, and was stunned for a moment, then her face fell.

"Uncle, you're quite right; I definitely shouldn't keep this thing with me or talk about it to anyone."

"Otherwise, not only the Immortal Race would harass incessantly, perhaps even within the Wu Clan, there would be covetous intentions."

Yang Fei examined the Crystal Skull in her hand for a long time, without any unusual discovery, and shook his head.

"Curiosity kills the cat. This thing seems worthless to me, yet because it's connected to the Martial God, it becomes mysterious and unfathomable, leading to so many deaths over it."

Nuannuan bit her lip, hesitating for a long time.

"Uncle, you're the person I trust most, why don't you keep it for me?"

Yang Fei shook his head, "I was only joking earlier. Although the value of this thing hasn't been found yet, I can guarantee it's hiding a major secret."

"Otherwise, neither the powerful martial artist just now nor Oskilov would have paid attention."

"Right, that strong figure mentioned that there are twelve of these things?"

Nuannuan shook her head, "I don't know, but I heard my father say the Martial God collected three back in the day, said to hide a great secret."

"The Martial God gave my father to keep it, not wanting it to fall into the wrong hands. Unfortunately, rumors turned it into a Wu Clan Sacred Object."

At this, Nuannuan giggled, not without pride.

"My father is a once-in-a-millennium genius master of the Wu Clan; anything he left behind is a Wu Clan Sacred Object."

Yang Fei nodded, recalling the words of the mysterious man, pondering hard.

"The strong figure mentioned that gathering twelve Crystal Skulls might reveal the world's source, what does that mean?"

Nuannuan shook her head, "I don't know, this needs to be asked of Grandpa; he knows more about it."

Yang Fei was invigorated, "Yes, Grandpa might know, maybe it is significantly related to the Immortal Race's attack on the Wu Clan Ancestral Altar."

Nuannuan nodded, then was indignant.

"The Immortal Race took advantage of my clan's internal strife, raiding my clan's Main Altar; this enmity cannot go unavenged."

"Now that Oskilov is dead, while they've lost their commander, I need to counterattack, recapture the Ancestral Altar."

Yang Fei shook his head, "All your Wu Clan's Twelve Witch Kings have been controlled, and the clan's armed forces were bombarded by missiles, with heavy casualties."

"It's unwise to attack the Holy Peak now; we should first find them, tally the troops, then discuss the attack."

Saying this, Yang Fei chuckled helplessly.

"Dan Dan is nowhere to be found; I need to hurry and find him."

Nuannuan nodded, "Alright, let's head back."

The two got into the truck. Yang Fei was injured during the scuffle with Oskilov, so Nuannuan drove, heading towards the Wu Clan Holy Mountain.

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