Where was Xiao Chen? What was his Dao?
No one knew, and few paid attention to him, aside from his close friends. In this day and age, who would remember the unparalleled Blue Dragon King from five years ago, the one who suppressed the entire Kunlun Realm's younger generation to the point that they could not even raise their heads?
In the vast Tianwu Domain of the Kunlun Continent, there were eighteen provinces in the south alone. Just one province was as large as the entire Great Qin Nation of the Sky Dome Realm.
The original Supreme Sky Province was the most prosperous and prosperous province among the eighteen provinces in the south.
However, the war between the Deity Dao Union and the Haotian Sect turned this Haotian Province into a barren land. After the war, many mountains and rivers changed. The tall mountains were flattened, the cities turned into desolate plains, and the plains turned into deserts.
There were also many aggrieved spirits of those who died in the war lingering in this wasteland. No matter how one looked at it, this place was no longer suitable for long-term habitation.
After the war, Ying Zongtian used his supreme strength to make the entire Haotian City soar into the sky, moving the entire sect away from the Haotian Province. This wasteland had not been inhabited for a long time, turning even more desolate.
The original Meteor Trail City was now a graveyard, burying a large number of Emperor Wu's, an even larger number of Blue Robed Emperors, and Martial Sages.
All of the five major races — the humans, the Fiend Race, the Ghost Race, the Corpse Race, and the Deity Race — had left countless corpses here.
Now, this was the only place in the entire Haotian Province that had any human activity. Often, the relatives, friends, and disciples of the dead would come to pay their respects.
The sky above Meteor Trail City was always scarlet, and the light was dim. Occasionally, a flock of Blood Crows flew in the sky. Rumor had it that they were formed by the sins of the Blue Dragon King, Xiao Chen.
If one wanted to pay their respects here, one had to be careful. These Blood Crows were extremely dangerous. Even the Greater Heavenly Emperor Wu would find it hard to escape if he got entangled by them.
There was even an extremely horrifying example of the Greater Heavenly Emperor Wu being eaten alive by the Blood Crows.
On this particular day, a group of human cultivators came to Meteor Trail City with offerings. There were three men and two women. Other than the leader, who was a Lesser Celestial Emperor Wu, the strongest among the four was only a Blue Robed Emperor.
"Brother Feng, a large flock of Blood Crows just flew past. We have four hours to pay our respects to Master."
A skinny man, who had gone to scout the situation, came back with agility and said to the leader. His face was still a little childish.
The man in the lead was called Ling Feng. He had a handsome appearance and appeared to be in his thirties. At such a young age, he had already reached the cultivation of Emperor Wu at the First Layer of Heaven. He should be a rising star of the golden age.
There were many similar rising stars in this golden age. Before they became Martial Emperors, they were unknown. After they became Martial Emperors, they shocked the world with a single brilliant feat.
"Brother Feng, can we go in now?" A girl said with tears in her eyes, "Today is my father's death anniversary. It's getting dark. I don't want to miss it."
The other companions all looked at Ling Feng as well. Clearly, they all saw him as their leader.
Ling Feng did not say anything as he stood on the rubble. He casually picked up his saber and looked to the west. In that extremely distant sky, the setting sun could be vaguely seen under the blood clouds.
"Let's wait a little longer. Recently, Demon cultivators have been coming to kill Blood Crows. It will not be good if we run into them." Although Ling Feng was young, he was unusually calm. "Little Six, go and take a look around. Remember to be careful."
"Right, I'll listen to Brother Feng."
Little Six giggled and left in a flash.
"Brother Feng, with your strength, there is no need for you to fear those Demon cultivators. Even the Third Heaven Emperor Wu is not a match for you. No matter how many Demon cultivators come, they will all die. "
"Indeed. Even the outstanding talent of our Tianwu Domain, Bai Ruxue, said that you are the most talented bladesman in the Tianwu Domain, no weaker than the Saber Sovereign's descendant."
However, Ling Feng's companions did not think so. They were very confident in Ling Feng's strength.
Ling Feng smiled and did not say anything. He had seen true experts before and knew the difference between himself and those older-generation bladesmen. Ling Feng would not belittle his talent or look down on himself. He would not be arrogant or overestimate himself.
As for the Demon cultivators, as long as they were not from the Demonic World's royal clan, Ling Feng would not fear them.
It was better to be safe than sorry. It was best to be more cautious when dealing with things.
One hour later, when the sky was about to turn completely dark, Little Six returned and did not see any Demon cultivators.
Ling Feng took the lead and said decisively, "Let's go. We only have one hour. Let's be fast."
"No, there is still one hour before the Blood Crows arrive, right?"
"Be careful. I feel that something is wrong." Ling Feng did not turn his head back or explain too much.
After a while, Ling Feng stopped and looked to the front in a daze.
A shocking graveyard lay in front. In the dim light, many tombstones stood erect in the strong wind.
The scarlet clouds in the sky covered all the tombstones with a faint scarlet light. From a distance, it looked like many bloody graves erected in the rubble.
When the wind blew, it brought with it a cold and desolate feeling. One could even vaguely hear the anguished wails of aggrieved spirits hidden in the wind.
The group walked forward and strolled through the graveyard. The funeral inscriptions on the tombstones were very startling.
"The grave of my father, Liu Xue. At the invitation of his good friend, the Supreme Sky Prime, he came to protect the Supreme Sky Sect and died protecting Xiao Chen!"
"My master, Dongfang Jing, died protecting Xiao Chen at the invitation of his good friend, the Haotian Prime!"
"Uncle, Bai Wu … died protecting Xiao Chen!"
"The Deity Dao Union's Zhang Feng and the Sixth Heaven Emperor Wu died in the chaotic battle because of Xiao Chen's tribulation!"
"Died protecting Xiao Chen!"
"Died protecting Xiao Chen in the chaotic battle because of Xiao Chen's tribulation!"
Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen! Every tombstone had the words "Xiao Chen" written in fresh blood.
Fresh blood represented inauspiciousness, hatred, and rage.
Hatred, inauspiciousness, and rage seemed to be the silent criticism of Xiao Chen from the cultivators buried here.
Although this was not Ling Feng's first time here, he was still shocked. He found it hard to imagine that so many Emperor Wu would die because of one person.
It was even harder to imagine that when only one step remained on the Emperor's Road, the Blue Dragon King, who was like the sun in the sky back then, would jump off the Emperor's Road without a care for his own safety.
What kind of person was that?
"We have arrived at Master's grave."
The group stopped before a grave. The tombstone had the words "Grave of my father, Liu Yuan. He died protecting Xiao Chen."
When the girl beside Ling Feng saw the tombstone, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.
The others here were all disciples of the tombstone's master. They all felt incredibly heavy, finding it hard to control themselves.
"Master's death was not worth it. He died protecting a heartless person."
"Even if it was just pushing open the Emperor's Door, he would not have let down Master's kind intentions. However, this person jumped off at the last step."
Clearly, the disciples of the deceased hated Xiao Chen so much that they were not even willing to mention his name.
Ling Feng frowned heavily and looked around. Then, he said, "Time's up. We have to go."
"Elder Brother Feng, let me accompany Father for a while longer," the deceased's daughter, Liu Yun, pleaded as she looked at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng could not bear to look at the girl's gaze. He sighed and said, "Stay a while longer, then."
Fifteen minutes later, the group finished paying their respects. Just as they were about to leave, the caws of crows rang out in the sky.
"Blood Crows!"
The expressions of the five changed at the same time. Why were there Blood Crows flying over at this moment?
Ling Feng squinted and looked up. Indeed, as he expected, there was a man chasing after four or five Blood Crows, laughing maniacally.
As the man got closer, the Demonic Qi on his body became increasingly obvious. This was a Demonic World Blood Demon cultivator.
"Pu ci!"
A scarlet light shot out and pierced through the bodies of the five Blood Crows. Strands of sin spread out and poured into the Blood Demon's body, which he calmly refined.
"That's great. After refining some more sin, my Blood Fiend Art will advance to the next layer!"
The Blood Demon laughed maniacally. Suddenly, his gaze swept around and landed on Ling Feng's group.
Ling Feng also happened to see the purple mark on this person's forehead. His heart immediately sank. A Demonic World royal clan disciple.
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