Becoming a doggie doesn't sound very good, and it's kind of hopeless. But in the world of cultivators, being able to become a slave to the strong, a dogleg, is one of the good ways for ordinary people.

Like those real ‘savages’, even if they want to be attached to the family, the other party may not be willing to accept it.

Because those noble families, even if they are slaves, must be superior in front of outsiders. As the saying goes, the seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's door is the truth.

It's like the work of being tired and sent to death as cannon fodder. The first batch of people are all people other than the family members, and the second batch is the turn of their domestic slaves. It was their turn when it was the most dangerous time.

As at the moment, when people with the same identity as him were building fortifications outside, Fan Yi was able to stay steadily in the tent.

"There are no exceptions today..."

Looking straight at the phantom of the ruins in the wind and snow, Fan Yi looked very focused, but in fact he was in a trance.

Because he knew it very well, even though he didn't know how many people said that the ruins would be opened any day.

But the fact is, it has been almost a hundred days since I came here, and it hasn't changed much.

What it was before is almost what it is now.

The first time I saw the palace that could not be seen at a glance, Fan Yi felt very shocked in his heart, and all kinds of visions and fantasies appeared in his heart.

However, as time passed, these things slowly faded away. After watching the magnificent scenery for a long time, it will be boring. No matter how beautiful the dream is, it is just a beautiful dream. After all, I have to wake up to face the frustration and helplessness of reality.

I don't know how long it has been, Fan Yi suddenly felt that the sky seemed a bit dark, and he was shocked and immediately recovered.

"It's time to go down......" Fan Yi muttered softly, and looked up at the sky. Under this look, he was taken aback.

The color of this day is wrong. Although there are patches of dark clouds, it does not look like a natural composition.

In that mid-air, there seemed to be wisps of gray smoke, which was floating into the sky vaguely.

Fan Yi subconsciously looked down the wisps of gray smoke in midair, trying to find where they came from.

When his eyes hung down to the plain in the distance in the wind and snow, suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Fan Yi stood up suddenly, his expression extremely serious.

What did he see?

Not far away, the prosperous palace buildings of the past are always full of sacred and peaceful atmosphere, even though it appears illusory and unreal like a mirage.

But now, it has changed.

The palaces of the distant buildings are still magnificent, but the many nearby buildings show a dilapidated scene, with many palaces collapsing and a scene of broken walls.

"This is..." Fan Yi trembled all over.

He clearly saw that the faint gray smoke curled up from the dilapidated and collapsed palace, and everything was real to the extreme.

He wiped his eyes, and as a result, there was no change in the scene that he saw.

Fan Yi was finally convinced that the ruins in front of him were opened, at least partly opened!

He didn't dare to delay any longer, trembling all over, and crawling away from the small tent where he was, in the wind and snow, rushed into a huge silver ship anchored on the ice sheet a few miles away.

Soon, he saw his master.

In front of a young man named Bai Chengzong, one of the core disciples of the Nanbai family contemporary from the Supreme Dynasty Town.