Chapter 608: Chapter 608: The Mysterious Gate of Little Desolate Realm, Qing Shu Sword Sect
Especially Ye Feng, his face was full of astonishment.
As the Chosen One, he could sense the aura of the Ancient Heroic Spirit Power, and so, he had always known that the Spiritual Energy of the Heroic Spirits in the Southern River Basin was much more concentrated than in other areas.
Combining the skull of an Ancient Holy God found beneath the Hardwood Plains with the description of the ancient wars in the Southern River Basin provided by the fat orange cat Pudding, Ye Feng realized that this Ancient Heroic Spirit Power had been left behind from those times.
“What’s the level of the Eighteen Ancient Clans?”
Ye Feng asked curiously.
Whether it was the Eighteen Ancient Clans or the Eighty Ancient Clans, they didn’t have much to do with Ye Feng.
However, he was curious, so he asked.
“They are all Four-Star Level forces, and they are the peak of that level. According to my understanding of the Mystique Kingdom, any one of the ancient clans could easily suppress the elders of the Mystique Kingdom.”
The fat orange explained.
It looked at Ye Feng obsequiously and said, “However, I think the clan leaders of the Eighteen Ancient Clans might not be a match for Lord Ye.”
“Oh, really?” Ye Feng rolled his eyes.
“Eighteen Four-Star forces, sheesh?” Xie Jiaren and Pang Haiyun, upon hearing this, became shocked.
To them, it wasn’t just Four-Star forces that were formidable; even a Two-Star Rank was considered a colossal existence.
“Tch! Have you never seen the world?” The fat orange finally found an opportunity to look down on the two women, quickly giving them a sidelong glance and muttering under its breath.
“Stinky cat, asking for a beating!”
Xie Jiaren raised her fist, pretending to strike.
“Lord Ye, save me!” The fat orange quickly lay in front of Ye Feng, showing off its round belly to him.
“How did you manage to sneak out? Or rather, the Little Desolate Realm has existed for so many years, why haven’t we heard anything about it before?”
Ye Feng looked at the fat orange.
“It’s because of the ancestral teachings!” The fat orange stood up immediately, “The Little Desolate Realm is a small world ruled jointly by the Eighteen Ancient Clans, inhabited by various exotic beasts that were the survivors in the Southern River Basin’s predecessor, allowed to breed freely here but not to leave.”
“What about you, then? Why did you sneak out?”
Ye Feng asked.
The fat orange scratched its head embarrassedly and said, “Every hundred years, scouts enter the surface world to check on the development of the outside world, and I am one of those scouts.”
“And the result?” Ye Feng persisted.
The fat orange hesitated, then said, “I discovered that the Mystique Kingdom had received the blessing of an Ancient Saint, experiencing a huge explosion of nature’s spiritual energy. Although it’s incomparable to the past, it has entered a Golden Age. According to the agreement of the Eighteen Ancient Clans, they will probably make their presence known.”
“Make their presence known?” Ye Feng was startled, “You mean to return to the surface and compete with other forces for cultivation resources?”
If that were the case, it would be troublesome.
What if someone coveted the Misty Sect’s gate and attempted to seize it? What should they do then?
It was not like they could use the Holy Divine Form and kill off all the cultivators of the Eighteen Ancient Clans, could they?
In Ye Feng’s view, if they were merely Four-Star Level forces, it meant that the strongest among the Eighteen Ancient Clans could at most be at the Peak of the Void Break Realm and not reach the Quasi-Saint level.
Because, Quasi-Saint corresponds to Five-Star Forces!
“I don’t know about that.” The fat orange shook its head repeatedly.
“Well, we’ll cross the bridge when we come to it.” Ye Feng wasn’t too worried.
If it were before, he might have been afraid.
But now, his strength had increased dramatically. Even without using the Holy Divine Form, he could battle five or six layers into the Void Break Realm, already standing at a mid-to-high stage of that realm.
“Sect Master Ye, what if the Eighteen Ancient Clans want to occupy the Mystique Kingdom?” Pang Haiyun asked with a worried expression.
“They wouldn’t dare,” Ye Feng shook his head.
“Why?” The fat orange was very curious.
The two women also looked surprised.
The Mystique Kingdom was only a newly-emerged Four-Star force. In front of the well-established Four-Star forces of the Eighteen Ancient Clans, it had no say. Why wouldn’t they dare to occupy it?
“The Mystique Kingdom is backed by Jiaoyang Holy City. How could the Eighteen Ancient Clans dare to take over the entire kingdom? At most, they would just develop in the Southern River Basin.”
Ye Feng explained. “However, I am very curious. If you can go develop in Jiaoyang Holy City, why stay in the Southern River Basin?”
“I don’t know about that,” said the fat orange, shaking its head again.
It was just a pitiful little cat; how much could it possibly know?
At that moment, Ye Feng took out the Wind Spirit Pearl, consumed a strand of Wind Element Spirit Energy, and began to deduce the mysteries of heaven.
“Huh, I can’t deduce it!”
Ye Feng was surprised and quickly used three strands of Wind Element Spirit Energy, finally obtaining the results he desired.
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He vanished with Fat Orange Cat, Xie Jiaren, and Pang Haiyun in the blink of an eye, and when they reappeared, they were a hundred miles away.
There was a small hill in the area.
Boom!
Ye Feng threw a punch, blowing up the entire hill to reveal a majestic temple within, constructed entirely of huge white stones.
The surface was entwined with countless glowing runes, clearly in a sealed state, and even Ye Feng could not open it for a while.
“Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasure!”
Ye Feng was astonished.
The Wind Spirit Pearl was not a Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasure, and with only one-fifth of the Heart of Wisdom, even if he could decipher the seals of the stone hall, it would take quite some time.
“This is the entrance to the Cave Heaven World of Qing Shu Sword Sect!”
Fat Orange Cat pointed at the green sword shadow on the gate, backing away in fright and trembling incessantly.
“The Eighteen Ancient Clans are indeed impressive,”
Ye Feng commented before continuing, “Let’s continue to see the entrances of the other Ancient Clans.”
In the next quarter of an hour.
Ye Feng led the three to different small hills, blowing away the earth and boulders to expose ancient halls almost identical to that of the Qing Shu Sword Sect.
The only difference was the totem on the gate.
“The stone halls of the Eighteen Ancient Clans have not been opened yet; they probably won’t emerge in the near future. Let’s go, it’s time to head back.”
Ye Feng said to Xie Jiaren and Pang Haiyun.
“Sect Master Ye, please take me in!” Fat Orange Cat rushed over, lying on the ground and exposing its round belly to Ye Feng.
It could see that by following Ye Feng, it would surely rise to great heights, so it became shamelessly insistent.
“Alright then.”
Ye Feng did not refuse.
After all, Cat Pudding the Fat Orange Cat was a Demon King and as a Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast, it could provide him with a slight increase in cultivation level.
Swoosh!
Before long, Ye Feng disappeared with the three of them.
Not long after they departed, a tiger-shaped member of the Demon Race returned to the Little Desolate Realm and stood before the Qing Shu Sword Sect’s stone hall, expressing surprise.
“Odd, where has the mountain gone?”
The tiger-shaped Demon blinked, and although it felt strange, after some thought, it took out a green, sword-shaped jade pendant and placed it in the recess at the doorway.
The next moment.
An ethereal human face appeared above the doorway, frightening the tiger-shaped creature so much that it immediately knelt to the ground.
“What is it?”
The face asked coldly.
“Reporting to the lord, I have just returned from the surface where the Mystique Kingdom, which has inherited the legacy for thousands of years, is now blessed by Ancient Saints and has initiated a golden era of cultivation.”
“Oh?”
The face revealed a different expression and quickly solidified, with the body also gradually taking form.
Soon, a valiant middle-aged man dressed in a green robe and carrying a longsword stood at the entrance of the Qing Shu Sword Sect, looking at the vanished mountain and frowning.
“My lord, what are you doing?”
“I myself will go investigate the outside world. If it is as you say, it is time for our clan to make its entrance,”
the Green-robed Swordsman said, jumping and vanishing in an instant.
In front of the other Ancient Clans’ stone halls, members of the Demon Race also appeared one after another, using various objects to communicate with the mighty ones of the Ancient Clans.
…
Whitefloat City.
As soon as Ye Feng returned, he saw the streets bustling with festivity and Gong Qingqiu directing people in preparing the celebration.
“Indeed, just as deduced from the Wind Spirit Pearl, Whitefloat City is about to hold a celebration for the city’s promotion,”
Ye Feng murmured to himself.
“Sect Leader!”
Gong Qingqiu immediately came up to greet Ye Feng upon seeing him.