What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

When his feet touched solid ground again, Shuoyang gripped his halberd tightly.

There were no loud cracking sounds of vines striking the seal, nor the suppressed groans of wounded soldiers.

A cool, magical mist brushed against his cheek. He looked up and found himself in front of a deep, dark temple.

Obsidian pillars support the dome, their shafts carved with outstretched magical wings, dark purple crystals embedded among the feather patterns, flowing with a soft luster.

The hall was very quiet.

Only the sound of water could be heard, flowing gently from the springhead carved with animal heads on the side.

Shuoyang's gaze followed the flow of water, and his breath suddenly stopped.

Above that spring, thick demonic energy surged.

As soon as he inhaled a breath, the stinging pain in his meridians eased slightly, and even his dry and tight chest felt a little better.

Shuoyang looked down at the smooth stone bricks under his feet, then gazed at the undamaged palace gate in the distance.

There's actually a place like this hidden on this planet?

"Where am I?"

Xu Tianlin did not respond immediately.

The location, of course, was one he had prepared in advance.

After refining the planet's origin, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the resort's facilities could change their form according to the different races that belonged to different planets.

The target audience has changed, and the facilities have been adjusted accordingly.

When the life-giving spring water falls here, it becomes the Demon Abyss Resurrection Spring, brimming with demonic energy.

The evil energy purification SPA has also changed its appearance, hidden deep in the temple, and now bears the name of the Devouring Life and Refining Demon Pavilion.

Coupled with this ancient-looking black stone temple, placed in a remote location, even Xu Tianlin himself thought it looked quite presentable.

Shuoyang's reaction clearly pleased him greatly.

However, just looking at it isn't quite enough.

Xu Tianlin released Shuoyang's hand, clutched his chest, and staggered toward the spring.

Shuoyang snapped out of his daze and quickly reached out his hand.

"Brother Lin Tian, ​​slow down..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Tianlin had already stepped onto the edge of the pool and jumped in.

Whoosh!

Water splashed up, and black mist rose along with the swirling water, enveloping his shoulders and back.

Shuoyang took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the spring.

The next moment, the expression on his face froze.

The bloodstains on the young man's body were slowly washed away by the spring water.

Strands of demonic energy clung to the body, seeping in through the gaps in the tattered armor, and the previously weak aura suddenly began to rise again.

The speed was so fast that Shuoyang's hand holding the halberd shaft trembled.

The wound on his chest was covered by black mist, and the torn flesh quickly closed up, leaving not even a scar.

Xu Tianlin closed his eyes and leaned comfortably against the edge of the pool.

His previously pale complexion returned to normal in the blink of an eye, his drooping shoulders straightened again, and when he opened his dark golden eyes again, there was no trace of fatigue.

boom!

A powerful aura rose from the pool.

Demonic energy swirled around his arm, condensing into fine armor plates, and then, as his five fingers spread open, transformed into churning black flames.

In the blink of an eye, his "injuries" disappeared completely.

The oppressive aura of the Eternal Realm filled the hall, even pushing aside the mist hanging by the pool.

Shuoyang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

He looked at Xu Tianlin, then looked down at his own shoulder, which was still bleeding.

He had to exert so much effort to stop the bleeding at the altar.

Does someone just jump into the pool and everything will be fine?

Even the demonic energy has been fully replenished?

He even forgot to remove his hand from the wound until the warm, wet sensation spread between his fingers, bringing him back to his senses.

But his gaze remained fixed on the pool, carefully sensing the aura that was not at all ethereal, trying to find any trace of the secret technique being forcibly activated, but he found nothing.

"Brother Lintian, this, this, this..."

Shuoyang took two steps forward, his shoes making a soft sound as they brushed against the stone bricks by the pond.

He seemed not to hear, staring intently at Xu Tianlin's chest.

There, he witnessed firsthand the heavy blows from the vines, his protective armor shattering on the spot, him crashing into the ground, and the blood he coughed up turning black.

Now, the young man raised his hands to move his shoulders and neck, looking as relaxed as if he had just woken up.

Shuoyang's Adam's apple bobbed.

He suddenly understood.

Why did this brother dare to fight so fiercely outside? Why did he still grip the knife tightly and not retreat even when his demonic energy was almost exhausted?

So, he had such a place!

Injuries can heal quickly, and the depleted demonic energy can be replenished.

Those wounds that caused him so much trouble could be easily soothed by simply soaking them in spring water.

Shuoyang's gaze fell into the pool water, and his expression slowly changed.

in case……

What if all members of the tribe could make good use of this place?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt a jolt, as if an electric shock had struck him.

Those brothers who retreated to the altar could not even hold their weapons properly.

Those of their kind who, due to damage to their meridians, could only miss their chance to fight time and time again.

And himself.

After finishing one battle, why drag your injured body through the next?

As long as they can return in time to recover, they won't be trapped around the anchor point and have to watch helplessly as the tree people get closer and closer!

Shuoyang pictured the tired faces behind the altar.

Shuoyang gripped his halberd tightly, his chest heaving, and a light gradually shone in his eyes.

Xu Tianlin leaned against the edge of the pond and could see everything clearly.

They finally fell for it.

He smiled slightly, wiped the water droplets from his face, and decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Not just healing injuries."

The sun suddenly rose.

"besides?"

Xu Tianlin pointed towards the depths of the temple.

At the end of the two rows of stone pillars, a dark doorway was half-closed, with the words "Devouring Life and Refining Demon Pavilion" engraved on the lintel.

Thin wisps of black mist drifted inside the door, occasionally flashing a glimmer of green light, which was then swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

"When it is eroded by life energy, that place can eliminate the life energy, transform it into demonic energy, and infuse it into oneself."

Shuoyang's hand suddenly clenched.

The smudged green stain on his shoulder, which had not yet been completely removed, stung again with the exertion.

But he couldn't care less.

Life energy erosion.

These words weighed heavily on almost every member of their race who survived and returned to their anchor point.

The wounds left by the vines could heal on the surface, but the alien power that penetrated deep into the flesh was extremely difficult to expel. Some people's wounds repeatedly ruptured, and some people's newly condensed demonic energy was dispersed by the invading emerald light before it could even be circulated.

How much time will it take them to grind those things away?

But here, how could he actually transform it into his own demonic energy?

Shuoyang looked at the door and his lips moved.

Xu Tianlin continued speaking.

"Moreover, inside the temple, there are rooms that can accelerate cultivation and purify demonic energy."

Shuoyang slowly turned his head.

This time, he even forgot to exclaim in surprise.

Xu Tianlin sat up straight, his expression becoming more serious.

"Brother Shuoyang, to be honest, I was just the lowest-level monster before."

"It was here that we discovered this place, and in just a few decades, we have reached our current level."

"What!!!!"

Shuoyang blurted it out.

The sound struck the dome and echoed throughout the empty temple.

He disregarded his own loss of composure, his gaze fixed on Xu Tianlin, as if he wanted to recognize this brother in front of him again.

The lowest level of monster.

decades.

Eternity!

He could understand each of these words individually, but when put together, they left his mind somewhat numb.

No wonder I've never heard of the name Lin Tian before.

No wonder, the opponent is so young, yet he already possesses combat strength no less than his own.

Shuoyang recalled how many times he had repeatedly refined the demonic energy he had condensed during his cultivation, yet he still couldn't reach the threshold of a higher realm.

Hearing these words now, and looking at the relaxed young man by the spring, he had a vague feeling that all his hard work over the years might not have even led him to the right path.

Shuoyang looked up into the depths of the temple, his gaze sweeping over the tightly closed stone doors, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

If these rooms really have such an effect, wouldn't those of our kind who have been stuck at their current level have a chance to advance further?

Wounds can be healed, erosion can be removed, and strength can even be improved.

His grip on the halberd tightened and loosened, his knuckles gently rubbing the shaft, and he was momentarily at a loss for which question to ask first.

Xu Tianlin looked at him and smiled.

"Brother Shuoyang, you'll know once you try it yourself."

Shuoyang stood still for a long time.

Spring water flowed from between the beast heads, the soft sound of water echoing in his ears. He looked down at the dried blood on his palm, and after a long while, he slowly exhaled.

Then he took a step forward.

He lifted his foot, then stopped.

Shuoyang turned to Xu Tianlin, leaned his halberd against the stone pillar beside him, and solemnly clasped his hands together.

The movement aggravated the wound on his shoulder, causing his brow to twitch slightly, but his waist still bent down.

"If it's true, then you are a great benefactor to our tribe!"

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"On behalf of my entire tribe, thank you!"

Xu Tianlin quickly raised his hand, his face showing a hint of being flattered.

But I was secretly pleased.

See, he should even thank us!

After refining the origin of this planet, the subordinates left behind by the Demon Emperor are now considered his own people in terms of territorial ownership.

By raising them well and nurturing them to become stronger, we can also enhance the foundation of this planet and improve our own strength as the planet's lord.

This deal is a bargain no matter how you look at it.

However, what we are seeing now is only the first step in our money-making plan.

Looking at Shuoyang's eager expression, as if he wanted to try it on all his clansmen immediately, Xu Tianlin's mind was filled with the image of Emerson.

no way.

This kind of foreign exchange, like star clusters, has to be earned from star messengers like Emerson...