After Ye Chen and the rest left.
Deep underground in the Sea of Corpse Demons, in the mountain of coffins piled up by countless coffins, the silver-winged corpse was kneeling on one knee in front of a huge golden coffin.
"Lord, I don't understand. We've already agreed to Old Man Tai Chu's agreement. Why did you let the people from China pass?"
The silver-winged corpse prostrated in front of the golden coffin with his head lowered tightly. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Are you questioning me?!"
At that moment, a terrifying Divine Consciousness suddenly swept out from the golden coffin, causing the silver-winged corpse to scream in pain. He felt like his bones were about to fall apart.
A gloomy voice came from the golden coffin, "Do you believe that if I had attacked just now, the Sea of Corpse Demons would have been destroyed in an instant?!"
"What?!" The silver-winged corpse felt like it was struck by lightning, "Lord, are you afraid of that person in the Heavenly Tomb?!"
"No matter how powerful or overbearing that person in the Heavenly Tomb is, he's still shackled. Moreover, he's voluntarily imprisoned here. He can't do anything to me."
The gloomy voice sounded again, "What I'm truly afraid of is that one of the people who came with Daoist Beiyan has been waiting for me to attack the entire time!"
"The Mad Southern Ye that Old Man Tai Chu mentioned?!" The silver-winged corpse suddenly raised his head as if he had thought of something.
"Who else could it be other than this person?"
The voice in the golden coffin sneered, "This person can cause such a storm in the outside world. Naturally, he's not someone to be underestimated. It's not worth it for me to become enemies with him over Old Man Tai Chu.
"Moreover, this person has slaughtered too many people in the outside world. He's already made enemies all over the world. Now that he's entered the Yin Ruins, I wonder how many people want him dead …"
…
An hour later, everyone walked out of the Sea of Corpse Demons. What greeted their eyes was a boundless forest.
The Patriarch of Hell glanced at Daoist Beiyan in disdain, "Old Man Beiyan, you're a late-stage Soul Formation old monster, yet you're so servile to a bunch of bones …"
The patriarch's actions were neither righteous nor evil. He would be extremely arrogant when he met someone he could defeat. When he met someone he could not defeat, he would retreat.
Previously, in the Sea of Corpse Demons, with his personality, he would naturally kill his way through. Anyone who stood in his way would be crushed.
Unfortunately, Daoist Darknorth kept gesturing at them with his eyes.
Daoist Beiyan looked at everyone when he heard Patriarch Yellow Spring's disdainful words. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. "Everyone might not know, but the Demon Corpse Sea isn't as simple as you think."
"What do you mean by that?" Luo Tianya could not help but frown.
Daoist Darknorth took a deep breath, then said, "I trust that all of you have seen what happened just now. The Corpse Demon Sea is a world of the dead, and the corpses of those who died long ago have used a different method to survive."
"For example, the corpse of Silver Wing from before. This person was a Martial Cultivator that was just a step away from the Martial God Realm …"
At this point, he could not help but say slowly, "The strongest in the Demon Corpse Sea is not him, but the master of the Demon Corpse Sea, Saint Triyou …"
Patriarch Yellow Spring's expression turned grave. "Saint Lord Three Nether? Could it be a corpse comparable to the Void Training Stage? "
Everyone's expressions changed. In other words, they had just passed through the territory of a Void Training Stage cultivator?
Daoist Beiyan nodded slightly and said, "That's why I stopped everyone from attacking earlier. The Demon Corpse Sea is sandwiched between the Yin Ruins and the General Mountain passage. Once we become enemies, the consequences will be unimaginable …"
"Isn't it just a broken skeleton?"
Patriarch Yellow Spring smiled disdainfully, "At my peak, I only needed to blow a breath to turn an existence like this into ashes …"
"Fellow Daoist Beiyan is right."
Ye Chen nodded lightly and said, "I've also sensed Saint Lord Three Nether's aura. However, from the looks of it, it doesn't have any hostility towards us …"
"He dares to be hostile?"
Yang Haotian said fearlessly, "When the time comes, Uncle Ye will charge over with his sword and shatter his bones …"
"Let's go!"
Ye Chen glanced at him angrily and urged everyone to move forward immediately. It was his first time in the Yin Ruins. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to become enemies with a Void Training Stage existence.
Of course, if there was really someone who was ignorant, he did not mind attacking.
In the quiet forest, dense trees and hundreds of flowers competed with each other. From time to time, there would be birds flapping their wings, and groups of elk could be seen drinking leisurely by the gurgling stream.
Compared to the strangeness of the Demon Corpse Sea, the forest before them seemed extremely peaceful. However, everyone noticed that Daoist Beiyan's expression was tense.
"Old Beiyan, what's wrong with you now?" Yang Hao mocked the Patriarch of Hell's tone.
"Shut up, you little brat!"
The Patriarch of Hell immediately rewarded him with a stir-fried chestnut. He then turned around to look at Ye Chen and said, "Fellow Ye, did you notice?"
"It's too quiet!"
Ye Chen took a good look at the peaceful forest before him and said calmly, "How can there be such a peaceful forest in this chaotic Yin Ruins, adjacent to such a strange place like the Demon Corpse Sea?"
"That's right …"
The Patriarch of Hell nodded slightly. His expression was even more solemn than when he was in the Demon Corpse Sea. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Song Qiye say, "Did you guys hear anything?"
"Nothing," Yang Hao was confused.
Ye Chen looked into the distance, "The sound of reading …"
Everyone pricked up their ears to listen. As expected, they immediately heard the intermittent sound of reading coming from afar. They could vaguely hear many people, as if an ancient scholar was studying for the exam.
"There really is the sound of reading …"
Shi Qianhan said in surprise, "Strange, why is there the sound of reading in this forest?"
"Let's go, let's go. We can't listen to the sound of reading …"
Just as everyone was in a daze, they saw Daoist Beiyan's expression change. He did not have time to explain, and he urged everyone to follow him. The direction he was walking in was the opposite of the source of the sound of reading.
At that moment, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he raised his head to look into the distance with a solemn expression.
In front of him, a young man had appeared out of nowhere. The young man was dressed like an ancient scholar, and he was holding an ancient book in his hand.
The young man's facial features were ordinary. He looked at everyone quietly with an extremely clear gaze, "Tell me, is it the heavens or the people?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Obviously, they did not expect the former to ask them such a question out of the blue.
However, Daoist Beiyan smiled bitterly and solemnly cupped his fists at the young man, "Greetings, Lord Qianqiu. I'm Daoist Beiyan from China. We just want to …"
Before he could finish, the young man looked at everyone indifferently again and said, "Tell me, is it the heavens or the people?"
"Little friend, you're so boring. How can we have the mood to discuss the philosophical question of the heavens or the people with you?"
An early-stage Soul Formation cultivator said impatiently. Then, he gently pushed the young man, "You should move aside. Don't delay us …"
In the next moment, his entire body stopped abruptly. He did not move at all, as if he had been immobilized.
The young man looked at everyone again and repeated, "Tell me, is it the heavens or the people?"
(End of this chapter)
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