Walking down the Holy Mountain, Mo Wangchen journeyed eastward.
He obtained so of the Holy Weapons once used by Yao Yuntian from Jing Yun and the other person.
With these Holy Weapons, Mo Wangchen could deduce the whereabouts of their three souls and seven spirits using the Dao Patterns left by Ksitigarbha in his fingertips.
However, the actual deduction process was extrely complex, and the locations might not be very accurate.
"Yuntian once crossed a tribulation here, leaving behind a trace..."
About half a month later, he arrived at a mountain range.
This was the first place Mo Wangchen ca to after deducing, initially believing that one of Yao Yuntian’s souls might be here.
But after wandering in the mountain for several days, he ultimately concluded as above.
Yao Yuntian had once crossed a Heavenly Tribulation here, leaving behind an aura, but there was no Divine Soul present.
After reaching such a conclusion, Mo Wangchen continued deducing in the mountain until the third day before he left and headed to the next destination.
The Great Wilderness was boundless, stretching endlessly.
Mo Wangchen practiced Lin’s True Technique, traversing above the Heavenly Vault with astonishing speed.
After another seven days, he arrived in front of a mountain gate surrounded by black mist.
"There’s a strong presence of dead silence inside, accompanied by resentnt. Could it be that one of Yuntian’s souls is here?"
This was a territory of the Yao Clan, and at this mont, Mo Wangchen stood before its mountain gate speaking to himself.
Monts later, he no longer hesitated and stepped forward into the mountain.
"Who dares trespass into my Divine Scale Clan?"
Not long after, he arrived before the mountain gate, and two young n in human form appeared, blocking Mo Wangchen’s path.
Although these two were in human form, the aura flowing around them was that of the Ancient Clan.
"Divine Scale Clan?"
Mo Wangchen was montarily stunned. This was a branch of the Ancient Qilin, symbols of good fortune. Yet, at this mont, inside the mountain gate of the Divine Scale Clan, the place was filled with Yao energy, clearly inconsistent with their divine bloodline.
"Does your Divine Scale Clan suppress a Great Demon?" he asked, looking at the two youths before him.
"Who are you?"
The two youths frowned and exchanged a glance, not answering Mo Wangchen but instead questioning him back.
Mo Wangchen shook his head, chose not to speak, and, unwilling to waste words with them, stepped forward and instantly vanished from where he stood.
"Such speed!"
Both were shocked, turning to look back, only to find that Mo Wangchen had already intruded into the mountain gate of the Divine Scale Clan.
"This person’s strength is not low; we cannot handle him. Quickly notify the clan elders." They spoke while rapidly flicking their fingers, sending streams of Divine Rainbow from their fingertips in various directions.
Mo Wangchen traversed through the air, flying toward the area where the dead silence emanated from above the Divine Scale Clan.
The closer he got, the more familiar he felt with the aura, becoming increasingly sure that one of Yao Yuntian’s souls must be within the Divine Scale Clan.
"This is..."
Soon, before him appeared a Black Tower, nine zhang tall, standing in a plaza. All around in the void, nurous divine rhys ford Dao Patterns, appearing in dense formations, as if sealing this Black Tower.
Or rather, they were sealing so kind of existence within the Black Tower.
"Who dares to intrude into my Divine Scale Clan?"
Just as Mo Wangchen was about to approach the Black Tower, a cold voice suddenly echoed, spreading throughout the Divine Scale Clan.
"Hurry!"
The next mont, figures continuously flew through the air from all directions, each bearing powerful auras of elder level strength from the Divine Scale Clan.
There were about a dozen of these elders, alard by the ssage sent by the two youths at the mountain gate earlier.
The Divine Scale Clan was one of the most powerful clans in existence today. In an era where Ancient Gods remain dormant, even a Sacred Land would not easily provoke them, let alone soone like Mo Wangchen, who forcibly intruded.
Mo Wangchen paused in mid-air, surrounded by over a dozen elders blocking his path.
These dozen people were all masters of the Void Immortal Realm, posing no threat to Mo Wangchen. However, until the matter was clarified, he did not wish to take their lives.
"What is being suppressed inside the Black Tower?" he asked indifferently.
"Who are you, and why do you forcibly intrude into my Divine Scale Clan?"
The dozen or so individuals did not answer Mo Wangchen but instead, one stepped forward and scolded.
"I an no harm; I just want to figure out what exactly is being suppressed within the Black Tower." Mo Wangchen shook his head, and, after speaking, he chose not to pay further attention to them. He stepped forward toward the location of the Black Tower once more.
"Insolent!"
An elder was instantly enraged. This person had trespassed and now intended to directly ignore them. When had the Divine Scale Clan ever been disregarded like this?
"Clang!"
He spat out radiant light, forming a Holy Path Sword Light in a terrifying display; Sword Qi pierced the sky, causing this part of the Heavenly Vault to slightly darken.
The Sword Light howled, slashing toward Mo Wangchen in the blink of an eye, intending to obliterate him.
This person had forcibly intruded into their territory and dared to arrogantly disregard everyone else. From the elders’ perspective, this was beyond negotiation; a direct kill was not unjustified.
"Boom!"
Mo Wangchen’s steps did not halt for a mont; he continued across the void without even glancing at the Sword Light slicing toward him.
As the Sword Light neared his head, it suddenly exploded and dissipated as if it had never seed challenging.
"Hmm?"
The dozen or so elders all frowned, obviously realizing that Mo Wangchen was no ordinary person.
"Divine Scale Seal!"
One of them shouted, attacking again. He revealed his True Body, transforming into a Qilin the size of a small mountain, surrounded by strands of fla, causing the temperature of the sky to sharply rise.
"Buzz..."
The enormous Qilin’s forepaw struck out with intimidating montum, causing the surrounding void to collapse. An intimidating Qilin Handprint materialized, covering the Heavenly Vault, pressing down toward Mo Wangchen.
"Boom!"
Yet, unbelievably, Mo Wangchen still paid no mind, proceeding forward without a glance, and the Qilin Handprint exploded in mid-air, posing no threat to him whatsoever.
"Could he be a True Immortal Realm master?"
Soone questioned in surprise, their face growing solemn. There were not many at such a level, even within the Divine Scale Clan.
Mo Wangchen disregarded their thoughts, arriving at the front of the Black Tower, where he descended.
"What are you doing?"
Soone shouted angrily; the vicinity of the Black Tower was a Restricted Zone of the Divine Scale Clan, generally off-limits to anyone. Now that a person of unknown origins had intruded, if there was any anomaly with the Black Tower, it would cause significant trouble.
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