"You set up such a large Spirit Conserving array, and the aura in a radius of several kilometers was condensed by you. You have generated a spiritual mist here. Do you think it will attract attention?"
"And now the biggest person in charge on Delolia Island is that Fritch's younger brother Onan. If he knew that you were the 1 who killed his brother, would he take revenge?"
Oldrim's series of rhetorical questions made Abel realize that he had made a very serious mistake.
"broken…"
Abel thought of Usord at this time.
Oldrim has been guarding himself, but Usord is not guarded, isn't it dangerous.
Abel hurriedly rushed to the next room and found that Usord was practicing with his eyes closed, and there was a faint light on his chest.
Seeing that Usord was all right, Abel breathed a sigh of relief.
If Usord had an accident because of his carelessness, Abel would feel guilty.
"This kid has a good talent. In this environment, breaking through Votu-high is just around the corner…"
Abel looked at the faint light on Usord's chest and smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, here, he will never be able to cultivate in the Noblian Realm in his entire life…"
Oldrim on the side said.
Abel was taken aback: "Why is this?"
"Don't you realize that this Delolia Island is very strange?"
Oldrim asked back.
Abel shook his head: "What's so strange?"
"There is so much spiritual energy here, but there are no real masters. Only Fritch cultivated the Nascent Soul, which is the Noblian of the Martial Townon world. The others are at most Gripish realm. Now Fritch's younger brother, Onan, also It's just the pinnacle of the Golden Core Realm."
"People here, no matter how they cultivate, it is difficult to break through to Nascent Soul. I have stayed here for several months, but my strength has not improved in the slightest."
Oldrim explained.
"Why?"
Abel's eyes widened, but he did feel that the strength of the people on Delolia Island was generally low.
In this kind of environment, the strength cannot be improved, which is a bit contrary to common sense.
Oldrim shook his head: "who knows why, but I suspect that this island has been cursed."
"Now basically all immortal cultivators are hiding in seclusion, or hiding in prosperous cities. There is almost no place where such large-scale immortal cultivators live."
"But here is an exception, and the spiritual energy is so abundant, so I suspect that it is cursed here, so the strength of the people here cannot be improved, or the improvement is extremely slow."
"For such a price, these immortal cultivators don't have to go into seclusion and can live and communicate normally…"
Abel was shocked when he heard it. He couldn't imagine what kind of curse could affect tens of thousands of people on the entire island.
This is outrageous too.
"No, why don't I have any influence? In just 10 days, I have risen to a small realm…"
Abel suddenly remembered that when he was cultivating, he didn't notice anything unusual.
And the speed of cultivation is extremely fast, even Abel is very surprised.
"who knows that, maybe it has something to do with your physique…"
Oldrim knew the identity of Abellong's son.
"This Delolia Island is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface, there must be some secrets in it!"
Abel frowned slightly.
Oldrim rolled his eyes: "You still need to say, if there is no secret, I will appear here, but I have been searching for a few months, but I have not found any ruins or tombs."
"Don't worry, let's look for it together…"
Abel decided to follow Oldrim to discover the secrets of Delolia Island.
Whether it's a curse or a formation, a curse or formation that can affect tens of thousands of people on such a large island, the opponent is definitely an expert.
To be continued....
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