Chapter 415: The Strange Spirit Tomb Sect
"Follow them and see."
Someone in the crowd said something, and only then did everyone react.
Anyway, with these fellows blocking in front, even if they encountered danger, everyone would be prepared.
Chu Feng's group of three pressed forward. As they ventured deeper into the mountains, corpses became visible everywhere.
The cultivation levels of these corpses ranged from Shedding Mortality Realm and Dao Foundation Realm initially, to True Life Realm later on—covering all levels.
The faces of the crowd following behind Chu Feng's trio also gradually turned grim.
Many people began having second thoughts, but having come this far, no one was willing to leave just like that.
Some low-level cultivators started rummaging through the corpses. When they discovered the treasures on these cultivators were still there, each one showed a delighted expression.
But soon, some cultivators started fighting over uneven distribution.
"This corpse was the one I spotted first."
"Clearly it was me!"
"..."
Several major forces noticed conflicts had broken out behind them but did not intervene. In treasure hunting, fewer people were naturally better.
Now these fellows were fighting desperately; whatever they snatched would eventually end up with them anyway.
Soon, Chu Feng's group arrived before an underground palace, with four large characters written above: Sect Master Hall.
Compared to other places, there were significantly fewer corpses nearby.
Shi Xuan did not stand on ceremony; with a great palm strike, he smashed the doors open.
What met their eyes was a quiet, eerie, and chaotic great hall.
Compared to other places, this hall bore clear signs of battle.
"That's the Ninth Elder of Spirit Tomb Sect. I fought him just last month."
"The Sixth Elder of Spirit Tomb Sect is also here. I drank with him three months ago."
"How did they all die here? Who killed them?"
"..."
Cultivators from various forces saw the corpses in the hall and began discussing animatedly.
Chu Feng gave a calm glance, then stepped into the hall first. The moment one foot crossed the threshold, he sensed an unusual aura, as if being watched by something.
However, he paid it no mind and continued walking deeper into the hall.
Shi Xuan and Liang Yi followed closely behind. After entering the hall, the two began looking around everywhere.
"That's the Sect Master of Spirit Tomb Sect."
Liang Yi looked at the elder on the throne and subconsciously exclaimed.
The crowd of cultivators observing secretly outside heard this and all looked into the hall. When they saw that familiar face, each froze in place.
The Spirit Tomb Sect Master was a renowned powerhouse in Boundary Establishing Mountain. No one could have imagined he would perish here.
"Something's wrong."
Shi Xuan looked at the Spirit Tomb Sect Master and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"Master, what seems wrong about him?"
Liang Yi asked curiously.
"Look at his expression. Though his eyes are open, he wears a smile. Moreover, his eyes hold a fanatical devotion, like someone beholding the deity they worship. Could it be that Spirit Tomb Sect enshrines a great being?"
After speaking, Shi Xuan's face was filled with confusion.
Liang Yi shook his head: "I wouldn't know about that, but I once heard a rumor. Spirit Tomb Sect's founding ancestor was actually a tomb keeper. Their sect was also built above that tomb. Spirit Tomb Sect disciples have always acted mysteriously, and their techniques are unique in Boundary Establishing Mountain, slightly stronger than those of the major forces."
"Oh?"
Shi Xuan murmured thoughtfully: "Could it be that what Spirit Tomb Sect has guarded for generations is the corpse of a great sage?"
As these words were spoken, the cultivators standing outside the door could no longer remain calm. Several figures descended into the great hall simultaneously, speaking in unison.
"Is this true?"
Shi Xuan ignored them, turning his gaze to Liang Yi: "Do you want to know the answer?"
Liang Yi initially wanted to say, "Master, if you tell your disciple, I will listen; if you don't, I won't ask."
But he quickly noticed his own ancestor and the major powers' leaders watching him with expectant eyes, so he asked: "Please enlighten me, Master."
Shi Xuan smiled and said: "If this truly was a contingency left behind by that good senior brother of mine, then finding a Great Sage Corpse here wouldn't be strange at all."
Hiss...
Seeing this young man before them speak so casually, all the cultivators present subconsciously gasped.
They finally understood why Liang Yi had switched allegiances. A faction backed by a Great Sage was indeed countless times stronger than the Complete Truth Sword Sect.
This wasn't betrayal but a path to greatness. Perhaps in the future, the Complete Truth Sword Sect would become a major power in Boundary Establishing Mountain.
At this moment, the leaders of the Complete Truth Sword Sect felt mixed emotions. They really wanted to say:
"Yi, why didn't you mention this earlier? It made us worry about you for so long."
Liang Yi tentatively asked: "Master, are you saying that person was your sect brother?"
"Once, but not anymore."
Shi Xuan said meaningfully, confusing everyone present.
He then asked: "By the way, was this deceased Sect Master the strongest in the Spirit Tomb Sect?"
"No."
Liang Yi shook his head: "I heard there's a mysterious Supreme Elder in the Spirit Tomb Sect. Supposedly, he once exchanged blows with a Nirvana Realm cultivator, but no one knows exactly how strong he is."
After speaking, the Liang Family ancestor nearby added: "I've heard of this. It should have been over two hundred years ago. A junior of a Nirvana cultivator died in a conflict with Spirit Tomb Sect disciples, and that cultivator intended to wipe out the Spirit Tomb Sect.
After just one exchange of strikes from afar, that Nirvana Realm cultivator retreated. However, the powerful figure from the Spirit Tomb Sect never revealed themselves, so no one knows if that person is still alive.
If even he perished in this turmoil, then..."
Before he could finish, all the cultivators present couldn't help but shudder.
If a Nirvana cultivator also fell here, wouldn't they be walking into a tiger's den?
Just then, Chu Feng suddenly spoke: "That powerful figure you speak of has perished, yet has not perished."
Another riddle master!!!
All the cultivators present suddenly felt an urge to hit someone. Couldn't these two fellows speak clearly all at once?
Making us guess every single sentence is truly frustrating.
Shi Xuan said: "Master, you mean that fellow is still in this great hall."
Chu Feng nodded: "Correct. Still the same old style of the Nine Nether Holy Land. Truly unpleasant."
The moment "Nine Nether Holy Land" was uttered, the entire great hall fell instantly silent.
Even the cultivators outside froze in place.
For cultivators like them, the Nine Nether Holy Land was an unreachable existence. Now someone was telling them there was a Nirvana cultivator from the Nine Nether Holy Land in the Spirit Tomb Sect—was this trying to kill them?
Just as everyone grew uneasy, a strange, sinister laugh suddenly echoed through the empty, quiet great hall.
"Jie jie jie... I never expected that in a small place like Boundary Establishing Mountain, someone could recognize the methods of my Nine Nether Holy Land. I truly don't know whether to call this your fortune or misfortune!"
The voice reverberated throughout the Spirit Tomb Sect. Nearly all the cultivators inside and outside the great hall stood dumbfounded. Those still fighting also stopped.
The laughter was too eerie and terrifying. Combined with the scene of corpses strewn everywhere without a single survivor in the Spirit Tomb Sect, many felt their scalps tingle and their bodies tremble.
Chu Feng dug his finger in his ear and said impatiently: "Enough with the ghostly antics. Show your true form quickly, so we can see what ghostly tricks you're playing!"
As he spoke, the temperature in the great hall instantly dropped by over ten degrees. The cultivators from the major powers all looked at Chu Feng differently.
"Jie jie jie... Young one, can't you handle even this little bit? Since that's the case, this old ancestor will mercifully let you glimpse my true appearance!"
As he spoke, a black shadow materialized in the air above the great hall...
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