The godson insisted that Ye Qinghan must not leave the Jie Courtyard.
Ye Qinghan shrugged. Since the Jie Courtyard did not allow him to leave, he had no choice but to stay here as he was a hostage.
However, Ye Qinghan would not sit still and wait for his death. He was thinking of a way to save Emperor Feng.
The godson came to a spot not far away from Ye Qinghan and sat on a stone as if he was monitoring him.
"Brother, how should I address you?" Ye Qinghan asked.
"One word, Mo." The godson answered honestly.
Ye Qinghan's eyelids twitched. Who only has one word in their name?
"Then, Dao Friend Mo, can you provide a map of the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground and its surroundings?" Ye Qinghan asked.
"You want to save Emperor Feng? Not even the Insane Sect can do it. You can try if you don't believe me. "Mo then took out a star map that included the entire Feng Shen Mountain Range. Half of the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground was included in the map.
Ye Qinghan opened the map and quickly found the Feng Shen Mountain Range. He then realized that the people from the three sacred grounds were all from the Saint Empire. He did not understand why Emperor Feng chose to enter the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground instead of the Sky Reaching School.
North of the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground was the Sword Dao Eternal World. However, it was too far away from the Heaven Suppressing Prefecture City. It was equivalent to passing through the entire Sword Dao sacred ground. Emperor Feng's current location meant that he had to pass through the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground to enter the Sword Dao Eternal Sacred Ground.
…
In the southeastern corner of the Xi Xiang Sacred Ground, there was a desolate mountain range covered in thorns and blood.
Xiu xiu xiu!
Xuan Xiu and the nine Lords stepped on the thorns and searched for Emperor Feng with a distance of three to five hundred meters.
"He took a palm strike from me and is now heavily injured. How far did he run? Search for him and find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!" Xuan Xiu's eyes were like torches as he looked around and saw the blood on the thorns. A cold smile appeared on his face.
The ten of them sped along and entered a valley. They discovered that the trail of blood had been cut off, as if it had disappeared into thin air.
"What should we do?" The nine Prefectures looked at Xuan Xiu and asked in a low voice.
Xuan Xiu leaped onto a peak and looked around. He scanned his surroundings for a long time, but he couldn't find any traces of the emperor.
One of the servants reached out and touched a drop of blood essence. When he found that the blood was still warm, he was even more certain that the Emperor was nearby. He didn't need the Mystic to say anything. He looked around and found that there was only one path, so he led the others to chase after the Emperor.
…
Outside of the mountain range, on an even more dangerous cliff, Emperor Feng was coughing up blood. His entire arm was broken, and he was bathed in a river of blood. There was a sword in his left shoulder, and he was half dead. His face was ferocious as he leaned against a rock to hide his body.
Boom boom boom!
At this time, a large number of people shook the earth. Obviously, the cultivators of the Xixiang Holy Land had come to cooperate with the ten great cultivators in the search.
Emperor Feng was lying on the ground. He felt that the footsteps were getting closer and closer. They were only a few thousand meters away. If he didn't leave now, he would be discovered. He had no choice but to get up and run away.
At the bottom of a cliff, clouds and mist swirled around it. It was impossible to tell how deep it was, and it blocked the emperor's path. Now that he was heavily injured, he couldn't even fly. Even if he could, he wouldn't dare to, because once he did, he would definitely be discovered by Mystic cultivators.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dong dong dong!
Emperor Feng looked around and found that he was being chased. There were cliffs on both sides and in front of him was a cliff. He had reached a dead end.
"Does the heavens want me to die?"
Emperor Feng clenched his fists unwillingly. Blood kept flowing out.
Crack crack crack!
Feng Huang endured the pain and reconnected his broken bones. He rushed up the left side of the steep mountain range and moved north. His steps were very careful and difficult. After half an hour, he entered a cliff. There was a cave in the cliff, deep and dark. He didn't know where it led to, but he didn't have time to hesitate. He stepped into the cave and kept going deeper.
However, two hours later, a group of soldiers discovered the bloodstains and screamed, hoping to attract Xuan Xiu and the others.
Whoosh!
The first to rush over was a powerful prefecture. He saw the blood on the ground and looked around. Soon, he confirmed Emperor Feng's path. He jumped into the air and flew along the cliff on the left.
One flew for a short time while the other walked. Emperor Feng's path was getting smaller and smaller.
…
Just as the nine prefectures and Mystic cultivators were capturing the emperor, a piece of news exploded in the great world. The origin of the news was in a city in the Holy Kingdom of the Central Plains, and it was a group of children singing.
"Xi Xiang, Xi Xiang, the world is dead. There is a tomb on the mountain. One sword is eternal. All things die. A stone tablet is erected. All who enter will die."
It was a very simple nursery rhyme. However, in the capital of the Holy Nation, Xia Jiulong flew into a rage and ordered the nine prefectures and Xuan Xiu to change their target. They temporarily stopped looking for Emperor Feng and went to find a tomb.
This nursery rhyme spread in all directions. In the blink of an eye, it was spread in more than ten large factions. No one knew who was behind this.
Countless young warriors didn't understand the meaning behind it, but they knew that a huge tomb had appeared in the Xixiang Holy Land, and it might contain some supreme and profound arts. In just a few months, countless young warriors had gathered in the Xixiang Holy Land.
Even the Holy Nation couldn't stop them. Too many people from the Holy Nation entered together. The Holy Nation couldn't force them out and could only let them run around like headless flies.
However, the news that Xuan Xiu and the nine prefectures were in the northwest corner of Xi Xiang quickly spread. Everyone thought that was where the burial ground was going to appear, so they rushed there like a swarm of bees, disrupting the plans of the ten masters. There were strong cultivators everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where Feng Huang was.
Left with no choice, Xia Jiulong personally took action. The dragon boat flew, releasing a heavenly aura that forced the experts to retreat.
… …
Inside the Jie Courtyard of the Sky Reaching School, Mo Ning looked at Ye Qinghan and asked, "What is the meaning of the nursery rhyme you asked me to spread?"
Ye Qinghan smiled and shrugged, "Don't take it seriously. It's just a message to attract experts to disrupt Xuan Xiu and the others."
"Do you think I'm stupid? If it's just a normal message, why would Xia Jiulong do it himself? "Mo Ning frowned and unceremoniously exposed Ye Qinghan's little lie.
Ye Qinghan smiled but didn't say anything. He didn't want to reveal the secret of the nursery rhyme. The rhyme was true, but the location wasn't in Xi Xiang. It was in the Eternal Sword Dao Sacred Ground's Heaven Suppressing Palace.
"There are some things that I can't let you know now. When it's time to announce it, you'll be the first to know. However, you must not let anyone know that you're the one who spread the rhyme. Otherwise, the relationship between the Sky Reaching School and the Holy Nation will turn cold. There might even be a war." Ye Qinghan reminded Mo Ning.
Mo Xin was shocked. He didn't think that the rhyme he spread for Ye Qinghan contained such a huge secret!
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