Chapter 49
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Chapter 49: Sounds Amazing
Heavenly Corpse Daoist felt hopeful, completely unaware that he was already in danger.
He circulated his mystic arts, activated his mana, and consolidated his saint level.
Wispy evil energies dissipated from his physical body, combined with his ferocious old face, making him appear somewhat terrifying.
At his side, a golden-armored heavenly corpse stood motionless like a mountain, its corpse qi soaring into the sky.
After Heavenly Corpse Daoist reached the saint level, the heavenly corpse that he cultivated with through deep mental link also gained significant strength.
The next step was to develop intelligence and advance to the saint level.
This was Heavenly Corpse Daoist’s plan for the next step.
Suddenly.
A strand of white light descended and transformed into a gentle man in white robes, who was extremely handsome, and in his bearing exuded an air of elegance and nobility, his eyes indifferent, overlooking all living beings.
Immediately after, one after another, eyes manifested into human forms and descended successively.
These cultivators had diverse forms.
One of them was covered in peacock feathers, seeming like a peacock that had cultivated to human form.
Another had bright red hair, as if a flame were burning, his aura scorchingly intense, causing the void to twist faintly.
There was even a cultivator with a human face and tiger’s body, born with nine tails, his hands like tiger claws.
Regardless of whether they were humans or divine clans, this group all had extremely powerful auras, at least at the Saint King level.
The moment everyone descended, Heavenly Corpse Daoist suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked at this group of strange men with surprise, his expression grave; their auras were too strong, so much so that even though he had become a saint, he still felt a sense of inferiority.
"Esteemed seniors, you’re here to visit the tomb of Panwu the Great Sage as well, right?" Heavenly Corpse Daoist forced a smile, exited his cultivation state, and secretly activated his mana while vigilantly watching the group.
No one answered him.
"Esteemed seniors, are you from the Western Region, or the Eastern Region? Or perhaps the Central Province?" Heavenly Corpse Daoist asked again.
But still, no one answered him.
They stared at Heavenly Corpse Daoist like a group of cats watching a mouse.
"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an outsider cultivator; it seems they still know nothing about Godfall Ridge, having forgotten its terror," the Saint King covered in peacock feathers said with a faint, ambiguous smile.
"I wonder if his flesh tastes good?" The divine clan cultivator with a human face and tiger body licked his lips.
Another divine clan member with eight heads and faces, eight limbs and eight tails, covered all over in blue-yellow scales, sneered, "This old thing follows the path of corpse refinement; his flesh is likely foul."
"Enough chatter, let’s get to work quickly," the Zhu Rong cultivator with fiery red hair said displeasedly.
Heavenly Corpse Daoist panicked.
No matter how foolish he was, he knew that the group before him had ill intentions.
"Esteemed seniors, I, a junior, don’t know how I have offended you; I beg you to spare my life!" Heavenly Corpse Daoist kneeled with a thud, pleading desperately.
He wasn’t an idiot; from the group’s words, they were likely natives of Godfall Ridge.
The cultivator with a human face and tiger body—the Heavenly Corpse Daoist recognized his origin; this was Lu Wu.
Lu Wu was a divine clan from ancient times, born with divine strength and extraordinary bloodline.
And that divine clan with eight heads and a human face was the Tian Wu divine clan, exceedingly malevolent.
These ancient divine clans had immense ancestral origins. In ancient times, humans and the demon clan amounted to mere food for them.
Was the terror of Godfall Ridge rooted in it being the territory of the ancient divine clans?
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist was trembling with fear, filled with intense regret. If he hadn’t been seized by greed at that moment and left with Fu Tianxing and the others, he might not have ended up in such deadly peril.
But regret was useless now.
The man in white said lightly, "Are you from the Southern Wilderness?"
"Your servant is the leader of the Heavenly Corpse Dao in the Southern Wilderness," the Heavenly Corpse Daoist replied immediately.
The man in white seemed to hold high status. As he addressed them, the chattering members of the divine clans all fell silent at once, leaving the Heavenly Corpse Daoist to his interrogation.
"When you entered Godfall Ridge, you were only at the semi-saint cultivation level," the man in white continued. "With the extreme dangers along the way, you couldn’t have penetrated this deeply based on your cultivation. How did you get here?"
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist shuddered inwardly.
This was likely the very reason why the man in white and his companions hadn’t attacked him yet.
"Esteemed senior, if this junior shares the full account," he proposed, his gaze sharpening as he weighed his options, "would you perhaps spare my life?"
Boom!
The man of the Zhu Rong divine clan struck.
His hand shot out, crossing layers of void in an instant to clamp down on the Heavenly Corpse Daoist’s throat.
Terrifying flames erupted, sweeping through the Heavenly Corpse Daoist’s physical form.
"In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, if you don’t confess the cause, this fire will incinerate both your primordial spirit and your body to ashes," the Zhu Rong divine clan man stated expressionlessly.
"I’ll tell! I’ll tell!"
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist was utterly consumed by terror. Before this gathering, he was nothing but an ant, without a shred of authority for negotiation.
"Esteemed senior, please examine this."
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist produced a jade slip and presented it respectfully to the man in white with both hands.
The man in white channeled his magic power, unfurled the jade slip, and flooded his Divine Sense into its depths.
His expression gradually turned grave.
"Brother Ji, what is this?" the Zhu Rong divine clan man asked impatiently, his eagerness palpable.
Based on the man in white’s changed countenance, whatever lay within the jade slip was likely far from ordinary.
"A route map."
The man in white passed the item to the Zhu Rong divine clan man.
After everyone viewed it in succession, every face became profoundly somber.
This map was far too detailed, perfectly avoiding all dangers within Godfall Ridge. As long as one wasn’t a fool, following it would inevitably lead to the tomb of Panwu the Great Sage.
How had someone outside managed to create such a flawless route map?
"Who gave this to you?"
The man in white fixed his sharp eyes on the Heavenly Corpse Daoist.
Roasted by divine flames, the Heavenly Corpse Daoist rasped hoarsely, "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?"
The Saint King of the peacock divine clan frowned slightly. "Never heard of him."
"What is his origin?"
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist shook his head. "This master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is extremely mysterious. He appeared in Linglong City of the Southern Wilderness just a month ago. The man is strange; he only conducts business and avoids all worldly conflicts."
"Business?" The man in white smiled faintly. "Explain more clearly."
"The master claims there is nothing between heaven and earth, past or future, that he does not know. Ye Hongchen of the Southern Wilderness achieved sainthood with his help.
The other eight who traveled with me also bought information from him and thereby became Saints."
Hearing this, the man in white’s expression turned solemn.
The other experts from the divine clans also narrowed their eyes in alarm.
This ‘master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’ sounded remarkably formidable.
Guiding nine semi-saints safely through the perils of Godfall Ridge, leading them to a great sage’s tomb, and enabling all nine to achieve sainthood simultaneously – this alone demanded their utmost respect.
"After so long secluded within Godfall Ridge, I hadn’t realized such a formidable figure had risen in the Southern Wilderness," the man in white murmured thoughtfully.
"What about this one?"
The Saint King of the Lu Wu divine clan stared coldly at the Heavenly Corpse Daoist.
"Kill him.
The fewer who know of our existence, the better," the man from Zhu Rong stated icily.
"Hmph."
The man from the peacock divine clan scoffed derisively. "If I recall, that Myriad Phenomena Saint seems to be a friend of the Ji clan?"
The man in white’s gaze turned frosty. "Do you have issue?"
"I wouldn’t dare."
The peacock divine clan member wore a forced, humorless smile, his eyes icy as he regarded the Heavenly Corpse Daoist, killing intent flaring intensely within him.
"Esteemed seniors, spare me, I beg you!"
The Heavenly Corpse Daoist pleaded desperately.
He had just achieved sainthood; he didn’t want to die.
Only now did he remember Ye Xu’s warning: Do not covet the inner chamber of Panwu the Great Sage.
ROAR!
The Lu Wu tiger opened its immense maw and devoured the Heavenly Corpse Daoist whole, along with his heavenly corpse. Before a Saint King, he possessed no ability to resist.
"Since we’ve learned the cause, let us each return and deliberate," the man in white declared impassively. The divine clans of Godfall Ridge were not united. They had only appeared together now because the commotion of the Nine Saints’ heavenly tribulation had drawn them.
With that, the man in white transformed into a wisp of white light and vanished into the void.
