The Xiahou Sacred Land was located in the Gobi Desert, covered by tropical rainforests. Due to the scarcity of resources, there were few experts and few cities. However, once a city appeared, it would cover tens of thousands of li, forming a huge city.
The area was difficult and sparsely populated. As soon as the three entered the desert, the air was distorted by the heat waves.
The sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and there was no shelter at all. Even so, once they entered the desert, the distorted space concealed their position.
An hour later, looking into the distance, he was nowhere to be seen.
Thousand-Hand Buddha appeared at the periphery of the desert with a few high-level immortal buddhas. He looked around. The heat waves had swept away their auras, leaving no trace behind. They didn't know how to find them.
"They only have two paths. One is west, heading straight to the hinterland of the Xiahou Sacred Land. The other is north, heading straight to the middle west of the Battle Race, then to the northwest of the Martial Dao Sage Sacred Land. However, this is a long detour." Gong Wusheng stared at the two paths, unsure of which path Ye Qinghan would choose.
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They didn't know Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan would never waste a lot of time because of danger. Therefore, they headed west for thousands of li.
Ye Qinghan brought the two with him. With fewer people, it was easier for them to hide. After what happened at Blessed Buddha Temple, they didn't dare to trust anyone. After all, the Immortal Dan was too important. It was enough for the other sacred lands to have ideas.
"Let's travel at our peak speed and rest for three days a month." Ye Qinghan tossed out a few words, then used Stellar Transposition to shatter space.
Lin Wutian flew on his sword with Yar Sheng in hot pursuit. His speed was actually able to keep up with Ye Qinghan's. His Green Lotus Celestial Steps had already reached great success in Seizing the Heavens.
The three traveled more than a hundred thousand li in a day, passing through several cities in a month. They successfully entered the hinterland. Their bodies were covered in mud, their spirits were low, and their souls were weak.
"The Xiahou Ancient Capital is ahead. It's the ancestral land of the Xiahou Clan. Although it's not rich in resources, it's very prosperous. Let's rest for three days." Although Yar Sheng wasn't tired, he could tell that Lin Wutian and Ye Qinghan were tired.
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath. They had traversed several deserts and three cities in the past month. Presumably, no one here knew of their identities, so he nodded in agreement.
"Rest for three days after entering the Xiahou Ancient Capital. Adjust your condition before continuing," Ye Qinghan said in a low voice.
As far as the eye could see, there were scattered villages everywhere. The deeper one went, the denser the villages, and the more experts there were.
"These are all subsidiary villages. Right now, there's only one village every few kilometers. Soon, we'll see large villages surrounding the entire Xiahou Ancient Capital. There are countless of them." Yar Sheng was very familiar with this place. He had walked this path countless times.
Ye Qinghan did not even bother to look for treasures as he hurried along. He asked curiously, "Is there anything special about this place?"
Puzzled, Yar asked, "What's so special about it?"
"It's a rather mysterious place where you can search for treasures and explore," Ye Qinghan said.
Yar Sheng shrugged and replied, "The most mysterious place is the place where Saint Xiahou obtained his opportunity. It's a small mystic realm, but I've been there before. There's nothing special about it. Everyone wants to obtain the opportunity of a Saint and thinks that they're special. So, one after another, countless experts spend hundreds of thousands to explore the mystic realm every ten years."
The Xiahou Clan had made a fortune from collecting entrance tickets. They collected a few hundred million yuan every ten years. Eighty percent was handed over, and the remaining twenty percent was given to the Xiahou Clan. They never lacked resources.
Ye Qinghan rubbed his nose and did not say much. If it was really the place where Saint Xiahou obtained his opportunity, there must be something extraordinary about it. Therefore, he wanted to enter and give it a try.
Whoosh —
The three of them sped up. After half an hour, they arrived outside the Xiahou Ancient Capital. The city walls towered into the clouds, majestic and vast. They had experienced countless years of history, and the traces of history had been carved by wind and frost. The pressure of a Saint slowly spread out. After all, this was the birthplace of a Saint. It was blessed by heaven, earth, and people. This city was almost comparable to a Saint. As long as a Saint did not fall, the city would not die.
The three of them disguised themselves in a small mountain outside the city. Ye Qinghan disguised himself as a bearded man. Lin Wutian did not change much, but he looked more mature. Yar Sheng restrained the golden light in her eyes and dyed her hair black. She looked somewhat similar to an Eastern woman.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. After disguising themselves, no one would be able to discover their identities as long as they did not pay special attention.
"Let's enter the city and rest for a few days. Let's see if we can enter the mystic realm in advance." Ye Qinghan said faintly, "My identity is Qin Fenghuo from Fire Beacon City. Wutian is Qin Xuanluo. Miss Yar Sheng, you can pretend to be Qin Xuanluo's wife. With a reasonable identity, it will be easier to hide your identity."
Yar Sheng and Lin Wutian chose to obey unconditionally. They followed Ye Qinghan into the city.
Yar Sheng was very familiar with the place. He acted as the host and explained the ruins and history of the Xiahou Ancient Capital to Ye Qinghan and Lin Wutian.
The three of them browsed around for a day and finally found an inn near the mountain and water.
After washing up, the three of them went downstairs again and sat down by a window near the lake.
"Why are there so many people here recently?" Yar Sheng asked curiously. "Is the mystic realm about to open again?"
Ye Qinghan and Lin Wutian naturally didn't know, but the people at the nearby tables saw Sage Yar's fair and handsome face and immediately chimed in, "Looks like the three of you came from afar. Recently, the Ancient Capital isn't just about to open a small secret realm. I heard that the second-in-command of the Xiahou Family is coming to the Xiahou Ancient Capital to preach. As long as you're in the Ancient Capital, you can go and listen. This is a great opportunity!"
The second-in-command of the Xiahou Sacred Land was second only to the Eternal Saint.
Yar Sheng's eyes narrowed and he hurriedly transmitted, "The second-in-command of the Xiahou Sacred Land, Xiahou He, is a low-key old man. He's a bit like the Chess Sage. He's spent countless years comprehending the dao and rarely appears in public. He's only made a move twice, and each time, it was earth-shattering. Even the Eternal Saint was alerted."
Ye Qinghan was shocked. Someone like that was taking the initiative to preach the dao!
"Fellow daoist, when will Old Master Xiahou of the Xiahou Sacred Land be here? When will the mystic realm open? " Ye Qinghan couldn't help but ask with a smile when he saw a young man at the next table drink until his face was red. It seemed like he wanted to curry favor with Yar Sheng.
The red-faced young man laughed heartily and said, "I don't know when Old Master Xiahou will be here. After all, it depends on his mood. However, the mystic realm will open in a few days. It seems like he's waiting for someone. Otherwise, it would have opened long ago."
Ye Qinghan smiled faintly and took a sip of wine. He didn't say anything else.
However, the young man kept staring at Yar Sheng. He drooled and asked, "I am a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, one of the 3,000 strongest sects. May I know where the three of you are from? Can you give me some face and let me, Li Ziyun, treat the three of you to a drink? "
Ye Qinghan shook his head and said indifferently, "There's no need for that. We've only met by chance and are acquaintances. We haven't reached the stage of drinking yet."
Ye Qinghan rejected the other party's offer without any trace of politeness. The Divine Sword Sect's disciple's expression immediately changed. He whispered, "You're not even giving face to the Divine Sword Sect."
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