Fengdu, also known as the Ghost City.
Since ancient times, this place had been considered the home of people after death, and the facilities in Fengdu were based on people's fantasies about the netherworld.
For example, the Gates of Hell, the Road to the Netherworld, the City of the Wronged, the Yama Hall, the Viewing Platform, the River of Forgetfulness, the Stone of Three Lives, the 18 Levels of Hell, the Bridge of Helplessness, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and so on.
This was a cultural heritage that had been deeply rooted in the bones of China for thousands of years, even if it was denied by the current scientific outlook.
Even though it was denied by the current scientific view, it still satisfied the curiosity of the world.
Therefore, Fengdu, which was located in Bayu, became a tourist attraction. Every year, countless tourists would come because of its reputation. They would come into close contact with the feudal mentality that they were most unwilling to accept and could not suppress.
On the Road to the Netherworld.
When Ye Chen and the rest arrived, they realized that the two people who were running in front of them had suddenly disappeared.
Luo Tianya frowned and said, "That's strange. The two of them were about to catch up. Why did they suddenly disappear?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Road to the Netherworld. It's known as the place where ghosts are received," Ye Chen said slowly.
Everyone could not help but look around. All they saw was a quiet path. From afar, it looked like a human tongue.
There were no bright flowers or lush trees on both sides of the path.
Instead, there were tombstones that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were no weeds around them, only white flowers and burning candles.
As the cold wind blew, the candles flickered non-stop. Petals floated in the air like white paper money for the dead under the tombstones.
Sob, sob, sob …
The cold wind seemed to be crying, as if it was telling the people who had arrived here everything that had happened.
Low, sorrowful, sorrowful …
People gradually followed behind them, but they were all shocked by the countless tombstones in front of them.
There were so many tombstones in Fengdu!
"How could this be? How could this be?!"
Someone suddenly muttered to himself, "I've been to Fengdu before. At that time, there were only man-made Red Spider Lilies around the Road to the Netherworld. Why are there so many tombstones all of a sudden?"
Everyone was shocked.
They did not think that he was crazy.
Because this Fengdu was only a tourist attraction, everything was modeled after the legendary Fengdu.
One of the experts sucked in a breath of cold air and said, "I feel like we're getting closer to a secret that no one knows about …"
Meanwhile, the sword-wielding old man descended before a tombstone on his sword, and he was instantly stunned on the spot.
"The Kunwu Saint fell in 370 BC. Before he died, he killed his way up to the Nine Heavens and killed three great immortals …"
His body trembled and a hoarse voice slowly came out of his mouth.
As his voice fell!
The scene was dead silent.
Countless people's eyes were filled with shock.
A Saint!
It turned out to be the tomb of a Saint!
The old man's gaze landed on the side of the tombstone in front of him. There was a short sword stuck in the mound.
However, the dagger had long since decayed. It was clear that the Artifact Spirit within it had perished over the long years.
"Whoosh …"
Another expert landed in front of a tombstone and read, "The Cangxuan Saint fell in 370 BC. Before he died, he did not hesitate to self-destruct, killing five great immortals and seriously injuring eight others!"
"The Crimson Sun Saint fell in 370 BC. With his own strength, he intercepted a foreign sect on Mount Kunlun and died in the battle!"
"The Tianyuan Saint fell in 371 BC. He was besieged by seven great immortals who sacrificed their lives …"
"The Great Magus Saint Brian fell in 375 BC. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his lifespan to use the Sacred Light Technique to defend a city and fought to the last man …"
"The Sword Saint Gong Fujita fell in 390 BC. At the cost of his reincarnation, he swung his last sword at the heavens …"
"The Wolf Emperor of Amore …"
"…"
As the words on the tombstones were being interpreted one by one, everyone's expression became uglier and uglier. In the end, a storm was set off in their hearts.
Dead silence. A deathly silence!
No one spoke. Everyone was frantically digesting the information on the tombstones. They could only feel thunder rumbling in their minds.
One hundred tombstones!
There were a total of one hundred tombstones here!
And the owners of the tombstones were all Sages when they were alive!
In other words, there were a hundred Sages buried here!
Even with the revival of spiritual energy, there were almost no Sages in the world. Sage-to-be was already the highest realm at present!
However, there were a hundred Sages buried here!
How could this not be shocking!!!
"Hahahaha!"
A maniacal laughter broke the silence. A person with disheveled hair laughed maniacally. "Fake, it must be fake. I don't believe it. Hahaha …"
He laughed as he kicked a tombstone.
"Bastard!"
"How dare you!"
This person's rude scene immediately angered most of the people present. The sword-wielding elder slashed with his sword. "This is the place where the Sages of the human race sleep. How dare you desecrate it!!!"
After the man's arm was cut off, he was sent flying. Only then did he wake up from his stupor and burst into tears.
"A hundred Sages have fallen. A hundred Sages have fallen!!!"
Someone also cried. "What the hell did the human race experience? Why did a hundred Sages fall here!?"
Despair, incomparable despair!
Sages were already legendary existences, and they were considered the most powerful people. However, they still fell, and over a hundred of them had fallen at once.
How could they, the quasi-saints, accept this? How could they not feel despair?!
Ye Chen took a step out and glanced at each tombstone one by one. His expression became serious.
"The Sages' Tomb, the Sages' Tomb!"
Luo Tianya broke down. This extremely confident genius was also filled with sorrow, "Among the 100 tombstones here, more than 50 of them belong to China!"
"I understand, I finally understand!"
Ye Chen's heart rippled, "No wonder the Sages of the Kunlun Ruins disappeared. No wonder the path of the Sages of the Kunlun Ruins was cut off …"
"S-So most of them are dead, and they're buried here!"
He clenched his fists tightly and looked at the lines of words on the tombstone with a sorrowful expression, "The time difference between these people's deaths is between 370 BC and 270 BC. It's a full 100 years. They must have experienced a great calamity in these 100 years!"
At this moment, the Patriarch of Hell walked over. His gaze landed on a tombstone that read:
"The Crimson Sun Saint died in 370 BC. He single-handedly intercepted a foreign sect on Kunlun Mountain and died in battle!"
He could not help but take a deep breath in and say, "Fellow Ye, I suspect that the great calamity you mentioned should be related to the powerhouses from the outer realm!"
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(PS: The fourth chapter, this book has broken through 1,000 chapters today, December 10th, 2019. Thank you for your company along the way. Some people say that companionship is the longest confession. Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone. At the same time, I would also like to apologize for the problems with the previous updates. It will be a new year soon, and I will maintain my best condition to create more exciting stories for everyone. I will also accept everyone's supervision and criticism in the future, and I will correct them one by one.
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