Chapter 3520: Disciple of the Rune Emperor Gate

the overflowing blue light."As expected of a guardian spirit of this caliber, its power is truly formidable."The divine body slowly rose into the air."Unfortunately, you pose no threat to me now."At t...Thus, he too saw the strange halo at the edge of the sky.

From his current position, the halo didn't seem very large.

But, to be able to shine so brightly from such a distance...means that this halo is definitely not small!

"This isn't the sun or the moon, or anything like that... What could it be" Fang Yu frowned.

"Is Mr. Dao Yu interested in Tianhuan" Liangqiu asked from the side.

"Is this called the Heavenly Ring" Fang Yu said.

"Today's actually the day of Tianhuan, wasn't it I really didn't notice... But Mr. Dao Yu, haven't you ever seen Tianhuan before" Liang Qiu asked in bewilderment.

This is something that can be seen throughout the entire Savage Realm, although the time it appears is uncertain. As long as you live in the Savage Realm, you will inevitably have seen the Skyring appear!

How could Fang Yu not have seen it

"Oh, we don't call that thing a celestial ring over there, so that's a bit surprising." Fang Yu explained.

"If it's not called the Heavenly Ring, what else could it be" Liang Qiu asked.

"I'll call it...Sun Wheel." Fang Yu just made up a name.

"The sun..."

Liang Qiu didn't have much doubt about this statement.

The Savage Realm was truly vast. She had never left the Southern Wasteland, so she couldn't be sure if the existence of the sun wheel was true or not.

"Such phenomena as Tianhuan appear only once in a while, but perhaps the level is too low, and we don't know what it means when it appears." Liangqiu said.

Fang Yu stared straight at Tian Huan.

The Heavenly Ring is indeed magnificent.

But apart from that appearance, there was nothing unusual.

Every domain has its own special features.

Perhaps the Heavenly Ring is just a meteorological element within this desolate world.

"Stop daydreaming and let's go," Fang Yu said to Han Miao Yi who was lingering behind.

"...Okay."

Hàn Miào'yì came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes still hesitant.

For some reason, when she looked at the halo of the sun, she felt like her soul was leaving her body.

This feeling isn't unpleasant, rather it's a kind of peaceful tranquility.

The celestial ring at the edge of the sky held a strange allure for her.

Han Miao Yi ran back to Fang Yu's side.

"Master Dao Yu, is this really your younger sister" Liang Qiu asked.

"Yeah, don't you think so" Fang Yu replied.

"...Indeed, it doesn't seem like it." Liangqiu honestly stated.

Fang Yu, besides having dark skin, was unremarkable in appearance.

As for Han Miaoyin, although a veil separated her, one could still faintly see her stunning beauty.

But Liangqiu knew that, whether it was Fang Yu or Han Miaoyi, their current appearances were not necessarily their true faces.

"How come it doesn't look like it I think it does!" Han Miao Yi said in an unsatisfied tone.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful..." Liangqiu immediately said.

Han Miao Yi let out a cold snort, just about to speak.

But at that moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the front.

Two monks in fine robes appeared before them.

One of the male cultivators with a goat beard fell to the front, and his attendants followed suit, kneeling respectfully. "I am Lan Yutang, paying respects to Goddess Liang Qiu. I apologize for the lack of proper reception. Please accept our..."

"This is Mr. Dao Yu, and Miss Han Miao Yi, they are our honored guests." Liang Qiu introduced.

Upon hearing this, Lan Yutang finally looked at Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi, his face filled with surprise. He quickly said, "I've met Dao Yu, Master, and Miss Han Miaoyi..."

He was well aware of Liang Qiu's status and position.

Even Lian Liangqiu, who was known for being straightforward, spoke of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi with respect, using language that conveyed her deference. Their status and positions... needless to say! elderly man dressed plainly, with white hair and beard, was sitting at a writing desk in a thatched hut, hunched over his work.In the bamboo grove, there were no other people, only some small insects...