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"Over the years, people have continuously brought remnants of stone tablets from the Gobi, and through the fragments of text on them, it has been confirmed that there indeed existed a once-thriving Sect in the Gobi," Qiu Hao added to substantiate the legend.
"Alas!" Mo Wen sighed. Whether the legend of the Sect was true or not remained uncertain, but it was undeniable that a Sect had existed in the vast Gobi. Coupled with this legend, it seemed to provide a reasonable explanation for why an imperial capital would be established in such a desolate land. "Oh, by the way, are you all planning to enter the Gobi to search for that Sect? Even if what you say is true and there was once a flourishing Sect, after so many years, what could possibly remain?"
"We must go! This is our only chance," Qiu Hao declared firmly, and the others nodded in agreement with resolute expressions.
"Only chance?" Mo Wen frowned. Exploring ruins could be done at any time, but did this Sect's ruins have something unique that would only reveal itself under specific conditions? The Gate of the Xuantian ruins he encountered required two tokens to form the Xuantian Decree before one could enter. If he had only possessed one token back then, he would not have been able to gain entry.
"Yes, our only chance. He Brother, do you still remember what I mentioned earlier about everyone's hope?"
"Of course I remember. Could it be related to this Sect's ruins?" Qiu Hao's question made Mo Wen suddenly realize. For everyone present, living was a torment, yet who wouldn't want to walk the path of cultivation again and revive their former glory?
"Exactly. What we need is within those ruins. Most of the people from Nine Fangs are waiting here for that item; otherwise, they would have left long ago or ended their own lives. Why would they cling to life otherwise?" As he spoke, Qiu Hao looked down at his broken leg with eyes full of unwillingness.
"As far as I know, there are many ways in this world..." Mo Wen thought about those methods that seemed unrealistic for the people present today. He sighed and did not continue; these methods were ones he had heard about along the way. Although numerous, they were not feasible for everyone.
"That may be true, but all those methods require substantial financial resources. Given our current situation, where would we find money to procure such rare items?" Qiu Hao said helplessly. They were well aware of what Mo Wen mentioned; having been rendered useless overnight, most who managed to survive held onto the hope of one day returning to cultivation. The previously overlooked methods of restoration had now become the focus of everyone's attention. Whenever someone heard of a potential method, there would always be those willing to risk their lives to try it. "The mute wasn't always mute; he became this way after years of testing medicines. He is lucky; many have died trying those rare methods," Qiu Hao glanced at the mute, who nodded with a bitter smile upon hearing his story. Looking at these men, Mo Wen remained silent.
"Old Qiu, why dwell on such matters? Let's talk about that item instead," Xia Lao Er broke the silence.
"Right, right! Let's get back to business. The ancient Sect was immensely prosperous; He Brother should know this well. It is said that this Sect in Cangyun Gobi ruled over the entire continent..." Qiu Hao collected his emotions and continued telling Mo Wen about the legends of the Gobi.
In ancient times, the Cangyun Continent was ruled by a Sect just like the current Zi Yun Continent. At that time, Ziyang Mountain was not even considered a third-rate power, while this Sect in the Gobi was one of the top forces of its era.
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