Chapter 460: Chapter 458 War Soul Yin Evil

Under Wei Lang’s guidance, the group traveled on a flying boat, crossing endless wilderness and soaring over the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, to reach a vast grassland before them.

Of course, the three couldn’t completely rely on Wei Lang’s guidance, as Bian Yingjie was, after all, from the Battle Domain, often making judgments himself.

“This place is at the edge of the Great Li Dynasty, a vast grassland home to a nomadic empire, the Golden Wolf Dynasty, very powerful, often waging war with the Great Li Dynasty at the border, fighting over land, population, and plundering resources.

After crossing the golden grasslands of the Golden Wolf Dynasty, and traversing several dozen small and medium countries, one will reach the location of Black Wind Valley, where a site of inheritance of the Sea Suppressing Sect is established,” Wei Lang explained.

“Quite secretive indeed. The location you mentioned should be a no-man’s-land at the junction of three countries. I’ve passed by before, never thought the Sea Suppressing Sect would establish an inheritance site there, cautious enough,” Bian Yingjie praised.

“After all, it’s meant to be the foundation for the sect to rise again after its downfall,” Wei Lang sighed.

Beside them, Zhong Lin and his brother acted mute, not saying much, leaving everything to Bian Yingjie.

“Hmm? Such a heavy aura of slaughter. Is there a war up ahead?”

Chi Zhonglin, who was idly on the flying boat, suddenly lifted his head, gazing into the distance with furrowed brows.

Zhong Lin also raised his head, seeing plumes of smoke rising from the plains in the distance, with countless blood-colored lights, resentment, and fierce spiritual soul energy and killing aura filling the sky.

“A war?”

As the flying boat approached, Zhong Lin looked down from above indeed seeing countless mundane armies on the border fiercely clashing.

Observing the clearly distinguished troops, one side mainly composed of cavalry and infantry, besieging a city.

“The attacking side should be the Golden Wolf Dynasty. The Great Li Dynasty has built numerous fortresses on the border near the grasslands to fend off the cavalry from the grassland empire. The two countries have a blood feud, with frequent wars,” Wei Lang explained.

Zhong Lin also looked down at the battle below with great interest, which was indeed extraordinary.

Looking down from the clouds, the border stretching hundreds of miles was covered with smoke and beacon fires, soldiers massing like ants, arrows shooting like locusts, countless people falling, but many more soldiers charging forward.

This battle involved at least hundreds of thousands of people on both sides, with many dying every moment.

Among them were some with profound cultivation, having reached the Spiritual Origin Realm, capable of flying, acting as commanders, dashing back and forth, most importantly, their qi-blood was incredibly vigorous, their spiritual energy rising like wolf smoke.

Watching this brutal carnage, Zhong Lin’s heart shivered, especially the spirit of desperation among the tens of thousands of fighting men, burning their heart’s blood at the final moment, forming a vast expanse of qi-blood even causing him, already in the Yin Evil Realm, to feel shaken.

“Scared?”

Chi Zhonglin pressed on Zhong Lin’s shoulder, laughing, “It’s just a battle. Our Heavenly Sword Sacred Land’s Hundred Nation War every decade is even more tragic than this.”

“Hundred Nation War?”

“Yes, otherwise, how do you think the tens of thousands of Outer Sect disciples got here, recommended like you? They fought their way, one sword at a time; I still can’t forget that scene.”

Zhong Lin instantly fell silent, suddenly feeling very fortunate.

Had I not encountered Yu Shu in the Secret Realm and, after coming into contact with a Second Grade Xuandan, been recommended by Emperor Yu to join the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, I would have participated in the Hundred Nation War his second senior brother spoke of, fighting my way through the myriad of people.

“Someone?”

Suddenly, Zhong Lin’s eyes sharpened, spotting several figures lurking in the distant clouds, moving stealthily.

“Don’t mind them; they are Martial Artists waiting for the war to end to collect Yin Evil,”

Bian Yingjie waved, signaling Zhong Lin not to pay attention.

Zhong Lin paused but soon reacted, simultaneously thinking of a kind of Yin Evil called “War Soul.”

Yin Evil is formed from the gloomy forces of the world, and mundane battlefields become dense with countless grievances, anger, and war energy due to the massive deaths of soldiers.

In the face of death, the intense emotions of pain and despair, and the extreme killing aura of the battlefield, easily give rise to “War Soul Yin Evil.”

This kind of Yin Evil is ranked at the Sixth Grade, considered Middle Grade Yin Evil and relatively easy to collect, so many Martial Artists with Xuandan Perfection often head to the battlefield.

Among them, some even personally stir up disputes between two countries with conspiracies to collect War Soul Yin Evil.

“Hmph! Although War Soul Yin Evil is easier to collect than other Yin Evil, it’s not that easy to devour and refine. Such Yin Evil gathers intense killing intent and numerous emotions like excitement, despair, and pain, any negligence during refining could lead to mental breakdown and madness or worse, disrupt the balance of Xuandan operation, causing Spiritual Origin riots, resulting in body explosion,” Chi Zhonglin coldly sneered.

“Laugh, but you don’t know the hardships of running a household. Do you think everyone has a good sect and master protecting them, where Yin Evil is simply delivered? Even if War Soul Yin Evil is dangerous, it’s still Middle Grade Yin Evil, and many Martial Artists risk bringing it into their bodies to gain that slight potential for the future, willing to risk death instead of stagnation,”

Bian Yingjie, as if recalling something unpleasant, said to Chi Zhonglin resentfully.

Chi Zhonglin also pursed his lips, unexpectedly unwilling to argue with him.

The flying boat didn’t linger, continuing to speed forward, dragging the dense clouds into a long wave-like streak.

As they watched the flying boat depart, the Martial Artists hiding among the crowd secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads.

Even though they were merely observing from afar, they could still sense the powerful figures on the flying boat that made their hearts tremble. Although they didn’t know why such powerful beings were here, if the flying boat hadn’t left, they would have retreated, even if it meant missing the forming War Soul Yin Evil.

A few days later, as the flying boat passed through numerous countries, the world grew colder, vegetation scarce, with nothing but icebergs and snowfields, or towering snow-capped mountains in sight.

“Ahead is Black Wind Valley, covered by Ice Evil above the valley, making it impassable. There’s only one way into the valley,” Wei Lang said.

“Lead the way.”

Under Wei Lang’s guidance, the flying boat’s speed gradually decreased, weaving continuously through the black mountains and glaciers.

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