Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Can’t Explain Clearly
"This is the Demon Sealing Epic, the Hanging Ancient City..." Along the way, Liu Kuangyi had been introducing Soup Valley to the group.
At the mention of the Demon Sealing Epic, his expression turned solemn as he told many stories about this place.
Among them was the existence of that mythic demon.
What was even more terrifying was that several invincible Great Emperors had come here, observed the Ancient City from afar, and then left.
Liu Kuangyi spoke, "The more powerful the entity, the more they dread that demon; therefore, they dare not disturb anything here. Moreover, since ancient times, few have been able to enter the Ancient City. This time, I brought you here to see for yourselves."
"Isn’t the Golden Raven Clan curious?" Yuan Qifeng couldn’t help but ask.
Liu Kuangyi smiled. "A long time ago, the mightiest of the Golden Raven Clan tried countless times to force their way in, but alas... no one could shake that Ancient City, nor take away even a bit of it. Instead, many of their clanspeople died. Over time, the Golden Raven Clan no longer dared to come here."
"Is it because of that demon?" Yuan Qifeng asked again.
"Indeed..." Liu Kuangyi nodded. "That demon is terrifying, of course. But apart from that, it’s also due to the taboos and arrays set up here."
The higher the realm one is in, the more they dread that demon. Hence, those Great Emperors came here only to watch from a distance, not daring to rashly enter the Ancient City.
If they were to awaken that demon, they might all end up trapped here.
On the contrary, individuals with relatively lower cultivation realms might have a greater chance of survival if they broke into the Ancient City because they would not awaken the demon. They only needed to be wary of the taboos and arrays.
Of course, too low a realm was no good either.
The group suddenly understood. As they lifted their heads to look at the Hanging Ancient City, they felt a sense of oppression, a mysterious Divine Might permeating the air.
A chill settled in their hearts.
At this moment, Guang Xiaoyu and Zi Ji spotted the five people ahead. Their eyes darted about, not wanting to greet them and reveal their identities.
But Liu Kuangyi approached them. "Fellow Daoist."
"Senior!" the five responded.
"This land of the Demon Sealing Epic hides too many terrifying things. If you wish to venture inside, please consider it carefully!" Liu Kuangyi kindly advised.
The five were speechless.
"Eh, Steward, it seems like there are people below the Ancient City," Yuan Qifeng said.
Could it be?
Liu Kuangyi looked up, scanned the area, and indeed spotted several figures. He opened his mouth slightly. "Saint Realm experts?" Then he turned to Liu Changqing’s group. "Were those who passed by earlier Saint Realm experts?"
Liu Changqing shook his head. "They were not!"
"Lords?" Liu Kuangyi asked again.
"Also not!"
"Emperor’s Path?" Liu Kuangyi’s eyes bulged as if he had seen a ghost.
Since when could Emperor’s Path Realm experts break into the lands of the Demon Sealing Epic?
Isn’t that courting death?
Liu Changqing shrugged and pointed to Guang Xiaoyu at the side. "Ask them."
Oh?
Guang Xiaoyu realized. Was it her Senior Brother?
Zi Ji said, "It should be Brother."
To avoid revealing their identities and origins, Guang Xiaoyu had advised her not to acknowledge any titles related to their sect, such as Senior Sister or Senior Brother; instead, they were to use Sister and Brother.
So, Guang Xiaoyu was Sister, and Chen Pingping was Brother.
The five, hearing this, wore strange expressions.
Liu Kuangyi did not notice. His gaze was locked on the two women as he inquired, "You have another brother?"
Zi Ji nodded. "We have one."
"Is your brother very powerful?" he continued to ask.
"Not very powerful, just average," Guang Xiaoyu responded, tugging at Zi Ji as a signal for her to stay silent to avoid any slips that could expose their identities and origins.
Her plan to train in Fairy Valley’s Fifth Court might be ruined!
She had to meet the Sword Devil to understand that form of cultivation.
The mouths of Liu Changqing’s group fell open. Chen Pingping was just average?
What in the world was this girl up to?
Brother this, Brother that, and just ’average.’
Looking at Liu Kuangyi and the others’ attire, they seemed to be not from the Heaven Martial Continent but from the Nine Heavens.
Understood!
She wants to hide her identity.
The five of them understood the reason and quickly shut their mouths, not daring to say more, afraid of misspeaking.
Bai Yisheng said, "Why did your Brother want to enter the land of the Demon Sealing Epic? Isn’t that too dangerous?"
Indeed! Why was that?
The disciples of Fairy Valley all looked at her.
Liu Kuangyi frowned. "Quick, call him back!"
Guang Xiaoyu glanced in that direction. She sensed an unusual aura fluctuating and quietly spreading, and realized her Senior Brother might have already taken action.
At this time, calling him would be too late.
BOOM!
A loud noise reached them.
Chen Pingping lifted Sword Mountain.
"What is this?" Yuan Qifeng exclaimed. "Sacred Soldiers? Your Brother has Sacred Soldiers too?"
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Liu Kuangyi, Bai Yisheng, and the other disciples of Fairy Valley once again turned their eyes toward Guang Xiaoyu.
An ordinary Emperor’s Path Realm cultivator can awaken Sacred Soldiers?
Guang Xiaoyu was also speechless. She did not want to reveal too much. If the people of Fairy Valley knew she had such a powerful Senior Brother, then her chance to cultivate in Fairy Valley’s Fifth Court might be jeopardized.
They would say, "Your Senior Brother is so powerful, cultivate with him! Don’t join Fairy Valley."
Facing everyone’s gazes, she said, steeling herself, "It’s an illusion. My Brother is just an ordinary Emperor’s Path cultivator. He doesn’t have Sacred Soldiers."
After saying this, she tugged at Zi Ji, who was beside her.
Zi Ji hummed in agreement. "Brother doesn’t have Sacred Soldiers."
"Open..."
Chen Pingping strode into the sky, his robes fluttering and long hair dancing. He pushed Sword Mountain to its limits and then began to channel the Emperor Scripture, intending to carve out a path toward the Ancient City.
A resounding bang erupted.
Dense ancient script rushed out from his body, dazzling in brilliance, exceptionally sacred, enveloping him entirely. He appeared utterly divine and holy.
What was terrifying was that, under the enhancement of the Emperor Scripture, Sword Mountain actually began to emanate the Power of the Great Tao.
The group of onlookers was dumbfounded.
Liu Kuangyi’s eyes nearly popped out. "Emperor Scripture! My heavens, a complete Emperor Scripture!"
Damn it!
Guang Xiaoyu’s face darkened. Once again meeting everyone’s gaze, she stammered, at a loss for how to explain.
Senior Brother! Don’t do this! I can’t explain if you keep this up!
"The Emperor Scripture must be borrowed," Zi Ji said after a moment’s thought, her expression innocent and harmless.
These words almost made Guang Xiaoyu stumble.
If you don’t know what to say, then don’t say anything! Who in the world would lend out their Emperor Scripture?
Guang Xiaoyu almost coughed up blood. "It must be... an illusion, right?"
Zi Ji quickly echoed, "Yes, an illusion. My Brother doesn’t have the Emperor Scripture. He’s just an ordinary Emperor’s Path cultivator."
Just as the two young women finished speaking, Chen Pingping, who was channeling the Emperor Scripture and wielding Sword Mountain, cleaved open a path to the Ancient City with a single sword strike.
All taboos, all seals, all arrays, all sorts of terrifying and bizarre phenomena—all were annihilated by this one sword strike.
Everyone was stunned.
Liu Kuangyi was breathless.
Emperor Son and Golden Raven felt tumultuous waves surge in their hearts.
They also cultivated an Emperor Scripture, but... when they channeled their Emperor Scriptures, it was nowhere near as terrifying as Chen Pingping’s. The power he unleashed seemed as if a Great Emperor was making a move.
What kind of monster is this? He’s only at the Emperor’s Path Realm!
It was impossible to explain.
Guang Xiaoyu felt her thoughts scatter in the wind, utterly flustered.