Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Chapter 1394: Bloody Graveyard

Chapter 1394: Bloody Graveyard

Where was Xiao Chen? What was his Dao?

No one knew and few cared. Aside from Xiao Chen's close friends, in such an age, who would remember the unparalleledly sharp Azure Dragon King who suppressed all the Kunlun Realm's younger generation to the point of being unable to raise their head?

In the vast Tianwu Domain of the Kunlun Continent, just the south had eighteen provinces. Just one province would be as large as the entire Great Qin Nation of the Sky Dome Realm.

Previously, the Supreme Sky Province had been the most bustling and flourishing of the eighteen southern provinces.

However, the huge battle the Deity Dao Union waged against the Supreme Sky Sect reduced the Supreme Sky Province to a wasteland. Many mountains and rivers changed. Tall mountains became flatlands. Cities turned to desolate plains, plains into deserts.

The many aggrieved spirits of those who died in the war frequently wandered this wasteland. No matter how one looked at it, this place was not suitable for long-term habitation.

After the war, Ying Zongtian used his supreme strength to raise the entire Supreme Sky City into the air, relocating the sect and leaving Supreme Sky Province. After not being inhabited for a long time, this wasteland turned even more desolate.

What had once been Meteor Trail City was now a graveyard with a large number of Martial Emperors buried there, as well as many quasi-Emperors and Martial Sages.

There were people from all five major races: the human race, the Fiend Race, the Ghost Race, the Corpse Race, and the Deity Race. All of them left countless corpses here.

This was the only place in the entire Supreme Sky Province where there were any people. There would regularly be friends, relatives, and disciples coming to pay their respects.

The sky of Meteor Trail City was scarlet all the time, making the place dim and dark. Occasionally, a flock of Blood Crows flew by in the sky. Rumor had it that these were formed by the sins of the Azure Dragon King Xiao Chen.

Those who came to pay their respects had to be careful. These Blood Crows were extremely dangerous. After encountering them, even Greater Heavenly Martial Emperors would find it hard to extricate themselves.

There were even cases of Greater Heavenly Martial Emperors being eaten alive by these Blood Crows. That was how scary they were.

On this particular day, a group of human cultivators came to Meteor Trail City with offerings for the dead. There were three men and two women. Except for the man who led them, a Minor Heavenly Martial Emperor, the rest were quasi-Emperors at best.

"Elder Brother Feng, a large flock of Blood Crows flew over earlier. We have four hours to go and pay our respects to Master," a skinny man, who had gone to scout the situation, said to the leader after he nimbly made his way back. This person still looked somewhat juvenile.

The leader was named Ling Feng. He looked handsome at thirtysomething years old. At such a young age, he had already reached First Heaven Martial Emperor. He should be one of the talents that emerged in the golden age.

[Note: This Ling Feng is likely to be a different one from the one in chapter 570.]

There were many such talents in this golden age. Before they advanced to Martial Emperor, they were unknown. After they advanced, they became overnight celebrities.

"Elder Brother Feng, can we go in now?" a girl at the side asked with tears in her eyes. "Today is Father's death anniversary. It is turning dark soon. I do not wish to miss it."

The others all looked at Ling Feng as well. Clearly, they all considered him the leader.

While standing on a rock, Ling Feng did not say anything. He casually picked up his saber and looked to the west where the setting sun was vaguely visible under the blood clouds in the extremely distant sky.

"Let's wait a little longer. Recently, there have been Demon cultivators coming to hunt the Blood Crows. It would be bad to run into them." Ling Feng might be young, but his thinking was rather mature. "Xiao Liu, go check the surroundings. Remember to be careful."

"Right, I'll listen to Elder Brother Feng," Xiao Liu replied with a smile, and his figure flashed.

"Elder Brother Feng, with your strength, is there any need to fear those Demon cultivators? Even Third Heaven Martial Emperors are not a match for you. However many Demon cultivators come would be however many that will die."

"That's right. Even the leading outstanding talent of our Tianwu Domain, Bai Wuxue, said that you are the most talented bladesman in the younger generation of our Tianwu Domain, no inferior to the disciple of the Saber Sovereign."

Ling Feng's companions disagreed, all of them confident in his strength.

Ling Feng smiled and did not say anything more. He had seen true experts before and knew the distance between him and those older-generation bladesmen. He would not unduly humble his own talent, looking down on himself, nor be arrogant and overestimate himself.

As for Demon cultivators, as long as they were not Demon royal clan cultivators, he would not fear them.

However, it was better to be safe than sorry. When doing things, it was better to be somewhat cautious.

After one hour, when the sky was almost completely dark, Xiao Liu returned without discovering the presence of Demon cultivators.

Ling Feng took the lead and said decisively, "Let's go. We only have one hour left. We should move faster."

"That's not right. Shouldn't there be another three hours before the Blood Crows come?"

"Be more careful. I feel that something is off." Ling Feng did not turn his head back or explain much.

After a while, he stopped and stared ahead, appearing somewhat stunned.

In front was a shocking graveyard. In the dim light, he could see many tombstones standing upright against the strong wind.

The blood clouds in the sky cast a scarlet glow on all the tombstones. When seen from afar, it looked like a bloody graveyard standing in the wasteland.

The blowing wind lent it a cold and bleak atmosphere. Faint miserable shrieks of aggrieved spirits were vaguely audible, hidden in the wind.

The group headed over, walking through the graveyard. The words on the tombstones were eye-catching.

"Grave of my father, Liu Xue. A good friend of the Supreme Sky Prime. At the Supreme Sky Prime's request, he came to defend the Supreme Sky Sect and died protecting Xiao Chen."

"My Master, Dongfang Jing. Came at the request of his good friend the Supreme Sky Prime and died protecting Xiao Chen."

"My uncle Bai Wu,… died protecting Xiao Chen."

"Deity Dao Union's Zhang Feng, a Sixth Heaven Martial Emperor. Died in the chaotic battle that resulted from Xiao Chen's tribulation."

"Died protecting Xiao Chen."

"Died in the chaotic battle that resulted from Xiao Chen's tribulation."

Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen! Every tombstone had the name "Xiao Chen" written in bloody, eye-catching letters.

Blood represented hostility. Blood represented hatred. Blood represented rage.

Hatred, hostility, rage. It was like all the cultivators here were silently blaming Xiao Chen.

Although this was not Ling Feng's first time here, he was still shocked by this. It was hard to imagine that so many Martial Emperors had died for one person.

It was even harder to imagine that when the Azure Dragon King had only one step left, he leaped off the Emperor's Road without a care despite things going well for him.

What kind of person was he?

"We've arrived at Master's grave."

The group stood before a tombstone. On the tombstone was written "Grave of my Master, Liu Yuan. Died protecting Xiao Chen."

When the girl beside Ling Feng saw the grave, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.

The other people around were all disciples of the grave's master. They all felt very down and had difficulty controlling their emotions.

"Master's death was truly not worth it. He died protecting a person who was fickle."

"It would have been fine if he had pushed open the Emperor's Door. At least he would not have let down Master's kindness. However, this person jumped off at the last step."

The disciples of the dead people clearly felt intense hatred for Xiao Chen. They were not even willing to say his name.

Ling Feng frowned heavily and looked around. He said, "Time's up. We have to go."

"Elder Brother Feng, let me accompany Father a little longer," Liu Yun, the daughter of the deceased, begged as she looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng could not bear to meet the girl's gaze. He sighed and said, "Alright, we will stay for a while more."

After fifteen minutes, after the group finished paying their respects and were preparing to leave, the cries of crows came from the sky.

"Blood Crows!"

The expressions of the five changed at the same time. How could there be Blood Crows flying over at this moment?

Ling Feng squinted and looked up. Indeed, it was as he expected. There was a man chasing four or five Blood Crows while laughing maniacally.

As the man approached, the Demonic Qi that he emitted became increasingly obvious. This was a Blood Demon cultivator from the Demonic World.

"Pu ci!"

A beam of scarlet light shot out, piercing through the Blood Crows. The sins scattered and poured into the male Blood Demon's body; he easily refined them.

"How satisfying! After refining some more sins, my Blood Fiend Art will be able to improve by another layer!"

The Blood Demon cackled continuously. Suddenly, his gaze fell on Ling Feng's group.

At the same time, Ling Feng happened to see the purple mark on this man's forehead. His heart immediately sank. This was a Demon royal clan disciple.