There was a commotion in the field; who would have expected such a place at the foot of Mount Tai.
Soone secretly felt fortunate, thinking that if they had followed Long Fei inside, they would have surely died.
Chu Feng lightly scolded everyone, "We cannot let Brother Long venture alone. Let’s go in together."
"Alright, let’s go in together!"
Wang Jie and Murong Chong imdiately agreed.
Wang Xiaoya and the others didn’t say a word, ready to follow him into the cave.
The Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Jiang Yuyang, hurriedly blocked them, frowning and saying, "Do not go in! Little friend Long Fei is soone of great cause and great opportunity. There might still be a sliver of hope for him inside, but for you, entering would be certain death. He alone might still have a chance to escape; if you go in, it’s surely a dead end."
Hearing this, Chu Feng exchanged glances with the others, thinking there was so sense in the words.
Kuafu Yan, however, didn’t believe it, pointed his Peach Staff, and imdiately vanished into the air, entering the cave.
Zhang Kun knew that Kuafu Yan intended to seize treasure alone.
He shouted from behind, "How can we let a young man take such risks in such a dangerous place? Old man, I shall lend him a hand."
His figure flashed, disregarding Jiang Yuyang’s obstruction and entering the cave with Kuafu Yan.
"These two old things deserve to die!"
Chu Feng cursed, leading people to go in.
Before a single breath could pass, two red lights flashed inside and shot out rapidly, seeming to escape for their lives.
A torrent of Sword Qi followed them out, slicing the ground into a groove several ters deep, relentlessly chasing them to the cave entrance before disappearing.
Dust and smoke filled the air; it took a long while to calm down inside.
Zhang Kun and Kuafu Yan erged looking pale, having been wounded by the Sword Qi, blood flowing profusely.
The crowd was shocked, all being awed by the powerful Sword Qi within this cave.
Soone hurriedly asked, "Seniors, what happened?"
The two said nothing, feeling embarrassed, swallowed a Pill, and quickly left.
Chu Feng and the others stood at the cave entrance, swallowing hard; the strength of that Sword Qi left a deep impression on them.
Jiang Yuyang sighed as he looked at them, saying, "Life and death are predetermined. I believe little friend Long Fei is not soone with a short life. Co back with to the Divine Sword Sect to avoid further conflicts with others."
This ti, Chu Feng and the rest dared not act recklessly, obediently following Jiang Yuyang away.
Chu Feng secretly ordered the Ground Rat Demon King to stay and observe; the Earth Rat had already dug the burrow to this point.
At the first sign of anything, it could report back imdiately.
Lin Shanshan covertly suggested that the Ground Rat Demon King dig the rat burrow into the cave, wouldn’t that allow entry?
The Ground Rat Demon King hurriedly conveyed that there was a sealed power surrounding the cave.
It had just sent its subordinates to probe, but they couldn’t dig in at all.
The group temporarily left to avoid a group of old folks targeting them after Jiang Yuyang left.
The disciples from various other sects showed interest, unwilling to leave, standing mid-mountain to watch the excitent.
Inside the cave, Long Fei had already advanced fifty thousand ters into the mountain.
The length of this cave surprised him sowhat.
In this world where mountains stretch tens of thousands of ters high, such a length wasn’t unusual.
If the entire Mount Tai Range was moved outside, it might fill the entirety of outer Huaxia.
What amazed him was not just this, but the groups of corpses that appeared every ten thousand ters.
The further in these corpses were, the lower their cultivation level and aura beca.
Long Fei speculated that due to changes in the world and suppression by the Great Dao, even Emperors struggled to uphold the legacy of their ancestors.
Their fates were the sa; none of the Emperors avoided their responsibilities, all arriving here as if close to shedding their mortal coils.
Ten thousand ters, each ten thousand ters stood a guardian Emperor.
Every Emperor had integrated their spiritual power with the sword, transforming into a Sword Spirit standing guard in the cave.
Without exception, they all dedicated their last monts to the Human Race, to the people of the Great Xia Country.
They seed like loyal guards, repeating the fate of their ancestors from generation to generation.
Inside the cave, it was no longer like outside.
Beside each Emperor lay a pile of iron-like hard bones paving the ground, black blood staining the ground blue.
All these bones were slain by the Emperors and seem to have escaped from the Demon Cave as scattered Demon Race mbers.
Though their physical bodies were hardy, they could not withstand the erosion of ti.
The front of the cave was filled with bones, but as one progressed, there were remains of flesh that hadn’t decayed yet.
These Demon Race mbers had massive bodies, their skin pitch black, each corpse fierce and malicious.
If not for these Emperors on guard, the Demon Race would have likely broken the seal and gone outside.
Long Fei would bow to each Emperor he encountered.
He attempted to communicate with the Sword Spirits of these Emperors and continuously interacted with those suppressing the Demon Race.
Within the sword intent, there was the strongest enlightennt of the Emperors throughout the ages.
To grasp even a small part would be a grand fortune.
Gusts of sword intent ravaged his body and Divine Sea.
An ordinary person would have long been erased by this sword intent.
Even Long Fei, with his tough skin and body forged by Blood Demon and myriad beast Demon Blood, after encountering more than a hundred Emperors, couldn’t help but tear a little.
In the end, he finally saw a familiar figure.
This person’s body was already cold, yet stood holding a sword just like his ancestors.
This was the Old Emperor, the Saint Martial Emperor of the Great Xia Country.
The last ti Long Fei saw him was during the selection of the Imperial Son-in-law.
Back then, the Saint Martial Emperor had asked him to support the princess, but he didn’t agree, sneaking out of the world.
Unexpectedly, this ti they t with a divide between the living and the dead.
This dynasty took Saint Martial as its era na for a reason; it was said the Saint Martial Emperor was extraordinarily gifted as a child, overshadowing many talented youths of his ti.
Later, his cultivation level broke through to the Soul Ascension Stage despite the suppression of heaven and earth, yet he wasn’t ranked among the Emperors throughout history.
Nonetheless, in this world, he was a person of splendid talent.
He used his Soul Ascension Stage Peak cultivation level to integrate with the sword here, continuing his ancestors’ journey.
Laying at his feet were a slew of Demon Race corpses, seemingly scattered individuals who had escaped, all cleaved in half by the Emperor’s sword.
Carefully examining, Long Fei found sothing peculiar.
The Demon Race corpses seed normal at first; the further along, the more bizarre they appeared.
They didn’t seem whole as if assembled.
So Demon Race corpses had three heads and six arms, so had one head and eight legs with no body, and others had bodies with four arms growing beneath them.
The more he looked, the stranger they seed.
Long Fei attempted to communicate with the sword intent of the Saint Martial Emperor, as waves of sharp sword intent flowed into his mind, only four words appeared, "Danger, get out!"
Raising his eyebrows, Long Fei was shocked staring at the Saint Martial Emperor, thinking in his heart, could the Old Emperor still be alive?
This sword intent was just released; could it think independently?
Yet he disobeyed, determined to see the situation clearly, and clasped his fists, bowing to the Old Emperor, saying, "Old Emperor, last ti I was disrespectful to you, refusing your offer to be the Imperial Son-in-law. Please do not bla . The Blood Demon is dangerous and must be slain. Even if ahead lies a mountain of knives and a sea of flas, I will venture forth."
As the words fell, there was no response for a long ti.
Long Fei furrowed his brows, ready to leave.
Suddenly, he saw the longsword in front of the Old Emperor flash, astonishingly following at his right side.
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