The two n brought Ding Fan into the off-road vehicle and then drove straight into the forbidden territory.
Nothing unusual happened along the way, only after traveling so distance into the desert did the off-road vehicle bring Ding Fan to a large tent.
Even before entering the tent, Ding Fan noticed that there were several mbers of the Ghost Sect here, one of whom appeared to be injured.
"Helmsman, we've brought you so supplents," the two n said eagerly to soone inside before the vehicle had even stopped.
Supplents?
Ding Fan quickly understood. The Ghost Sect cultivated by refining souls. Now that soone was seriously injured, it seed these two n had brought Ding Fan here intending for the injured party to refine his soul to heal.
The soul of a martial artist is far superior to that of an ordinary person. No wonder the two who captured him referred to him as a 'supplent.'
Ding Fan decided it was ti to stop pretending. He abruptly woke up and, before the two n could react, unleashed a Wind Blade, cutting them down instantly.
Splurt… Blood splattered everywhere. When Ding Fan looked at the two n again, they were unequivocally dead.
Hearing the commotion outside, soone from inside the tent ca out to investigate.
Ding Fan sent out another Wind Blade, slaying the person imdiately. Without wasting ti, he stord into the tent.
In an instant, Ding Fan was like a tiger thrown into a flock of sheep. Before long, the only person left alive in the tent was the injured party; everyone else had been ruthlessly slaughtered.
"You... Who are you?" The injured man, an Elder at least a century old, gasped.
The Elder's chest was sared with blood, and his internal breath was chaotic, indicating severe injuries. Seeing Ding Fan massacre his way in, the Elder's expression turned grave.
Even if the Ghost Sect disciples were weak, it was impossible for outsiders to kill them like chickens or dogs so easily.
"Why has the Ghost Sect co here?" Ding Fan ignored the Elder's question and spoke flatly.
"If you know of the Ghost Sect, how dare you act so insolently? You truly have no fear of death!" The Elder's killing intent intensified dramatically.
Swoosh…
Before the Elder's words fully settled, Ding Fan didn't waste ti. Another Wind Blade flew out, slicing towards the Elder. The Elder felt a chill on his right arm.
When he looked down, he realized that his arm had been cleanly severed by Ding Fan's Wind Blade.
The Elder was enraged and shocked. Though he was a lower-ranking Ghost Sect leader, Ding Fan showed no hesitation, cutting off his arm despite knowing his status.
"Before , you have no room for pride. I'll ask again: why are Ghost Sect mbers here?" Ding Fan said coldly.
He severed the Elder's arm to assert dominance. If the Elder had the chance to overpower him psychologically, then Ding Fan would truly be finished.
The Elder snorted lightly. "Even if you know what the Ghost Sect is doing, what can you do about it? You are far from having the strength to resist us."
"Did you block the Immortal Sect's channel with Seal Stones?" Ding Fan asked abruptly.
The Elder's resolve seed unshaken. If he was determined not to answer, Ding Fan had no way to force him.
While Ding Fan could use the Soul Capturing Technique, it was only effective on those with Earth Level cultivation. Those whose cultivation ran too deep were impervious to it.
Thus, Ding Fan adopted a straightforward approach to questioning, hoping to catch the Elder off-guard and glean so information.
Sure enough, when Ding Fan ntioned Seal Stones, the Elder's eyes suddenly lit up. "You... How do you know about Seal Stones?"
Although the Elder did not answer Ding Fan's query, Ding Fan was almost certain now that the Immortal Realm's blocked channels were tied closely to the Seal Stones.
Otherwise, why would Ghost Sect mbers travel such great distances to co here?
"How many Ghost Sect mbers are here?" Ding Fan shifted his questioning unexpectedly.
He knew that pressing further about Seal Stones wouldn't yield results; the Elder wouldn't divulge anything.
"Killing you wouldn't be a problem," the Elder said, glaring furiously at Ding Fan.
It was clear to Ding Fan that extracting any more information from the Elder was impossible. The Elder was resolute in withholding information.
Swoosh… Without hesitation, Ding Fan sent out another Wind Blade, killing the Elder instantly.
To the very end, the Elder never anticipated Ding Fan's ruthlessness—his readiness to kill without hesitation.
After dispatching the Elder, Ding Fan collected the Magic Storage Instrunts from the bodies present and threw out several Fireballs to incinerate the corpses.
Once finished, Ding Fan disappeared into the vast expanse of the desert...
...
Shortly after Ding Fan left the tent, two figures appeared outside it. Upon discovering the aftermath within, the expressions of the two n grew grave.
One of the two n was an Elder, seemingly several centuries old, while the other, trailing behind him, appeared to be much younger, about fifty years old.
"Hall Master, it seems this was the work of that Immortal Sect mber," said the younger Elder cautiously.
The Hall Master, known as Gui Xing, held an eminent position in the Ghost Sect.
Gui Xing cast a cold glance at the younger Elder. "Feng Luo, do you think my Ghost Sect mbers are all useless, that an Immortal Sect mber could single-handedly slaughter our people?"
Feng Luo quickly waved his hands in denial. "Hall Master, no... That's not what I ant. I was suggesting that, given we're far from Huaxia and currently tracking the Immortal Sect cultivator, the only one capable of such carnage must be that very person."
Gui Xing fell silent after hearing Feng Luo's words. Clearly, Feng Luo's reasoning was hard to refute.
"Hall Master, I think we should guard the entrance to the forbidden desert instead. That Immortal Sect mber still hasn't obtained what they're looking for; they'll undoubtedly remain here. Once they attempt to leave, we can ambush and eliminate them," Feng Luo proposed.
Gui Xing nodded. "Go and notify all Ghost Sect mbers to retreat here. From now on, I want the exit guarded tightly. Spread the word—no one is to slack off. Not even a mosquito gets through."
Feng Luo responded quickly. "Understood, I'll notify them imdiately…" With that, he bowed and retreated, a sycophantic expression on his face.
Gui Xing stared coldly into the depths of the desert. "Immortal Sect mber… Let's see how long you can hold out."
...
Ding Fan, now deep in the desert, sped forward relentlessly, his Divine Sense fully deployed.
Along the way, he encountered several Ghost Sect disciples. Their cultivation levels were all above Earth Level Peak. Among them, Ding Fan even noticed a few Heavenly Level martial artists.
Judging from this, the outskirts of the forbidden desert housed quite a few Ghost Sect disciples.
Ding Fan had no desire to provoke them. His primary mission was to locate the burial site ntioned by the woman from Is Town.
As long as he obtained the skeleton and its storage ring, he might uncover the truth behind why the Immortal Sect's channels were blocked.
Thus, whenever encountering Ghost Sect disciples along the way, Ding Fan avoided them entirely.
While traveling, Ding Fan kept deploying his Divine Sense, searching for the Stone Mountain that the woman had described.
According to her, the skeleton was buried near the desert's exit, so Ding Fan focused his search on the outskirts without delving deeper.
Yet, after searching all afternoon, Ding Fan couldn't locate the Stone Mountain or even a mundane hill.
With no alternative, Ding Fan expanded his search area, moving further into the desert. For an entire day and night, he ventured deeper.
But even after a full day and night, he still found nothing.
Although the desert's heat and dehydration didn't trouble Ding Fan, the inability to locate what he sought made him doubt the woman's truthfulness.
Thinking back on her words, Ding Fan felt she wasn't lying. But why couldn't he find the Stone Mountain? It was inexplicable.
Night arrived swiftly.
The desert winds were ferocious at night. Unlike ordinary gusts, the wind here was terrifyingly intense.
The wind carried sand and stones high into the air. If one were caught within it, death was almost certain.
Though Ding Fan wasn't afraid, he didn't want to get covered in dust and debris. Using his Divine Sense to scout ahead, he soon discovered a towering sand dune.
The dune was high, offering a sheltered spot to avoid the wind. Ding Fan swiftly dashed to its lee side.
Swoosh…
Just as Ding Fan reached the dune, a Wind Blade suddenly slashed towards him.
Thanks to Ding Fan's sharp Divine Sense, he evaded the Wind Blade. Without it, the attack could have claid his life.
A figure darted into the distance.
Ding Fan hadn't expected to find soone here, let alone a martial artist.
Extending his Divine Sense, Ding Fan tried to discern the figure's cultivation, but the person's Magic Artifact was exceptionally potent, blocking detection entirely.
This was why Ding Fan had been caught off-guard.
The person bolted away, and Ding Fan decided not to pursue them. He didn't believe they were from Ghost Sect.
Ding Fan estimated he was close to the desert's center now, a place Ghost Sect mbers would avoid. As one of the Three Great Hidden Sects, the Ghost Sect typically operated with hefty confidence.
Ghost Sect disciples, arrogant as they were, wouldn't react by tossing out a Wind Blade and running away. Ding Fan found it implausible.
Since this person wasn't from the Ghost Sect, Ding Fan dismissed the matter. The incoming sandstorm commanded his attention, with sand and stones raging in the air. Even Ding Fan would face trouble if swept up in it.
Ding Fan imdiately sought shelter behind the dune's shadow. Taking out various Formation materials, he constructed a barrier Formation to shield himself.
After creating the barrier, Ding Fan set up a warning Formation. Since he had encountered soone unexpectedly, he needed to be extra cautious.
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