Chapter 1349: Cultivator's Holy Land

Chapter 1349: The Holy Land of Cultivators

At the end of the Xinghai, there was a vast beach.

This beach was always bustling with people, crowded with figures coming and going—some arriving by ferry, others just wandering around.

Among the crowds, there were many stalls set up, displaying all sorts of treasures. The stall owners were mostly pirates in disguise, coming ashore to fence the loot they had plundered from the Xuanhuang Xinghai.

Since they were fencing stolen goods, the prices were never too high. The pirates were eager to turn their spoils into cash and get away quickly, which drew cultivators from all directions to buy their items.

As a result, this beach on the edge of the Xuanhuang Xinghai had always been a gathering place for all manner of shady characters.

Today, the beach was as lively as ever, with everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.

However, this routine was disrupted by warships sailing in from the Xinghai. Leading the way was the Shengbing-level warship from Taiqing Gong, followed by dozens of Zhushengbing-level warships.

Huh?

As soon as they saw the warships from Taiqing Gong and Baiyue Shenjiao speeding in without any sign of slowing down, everyone on the beach—whether buying, selling, flirting, or waiting for ferries—started cursing.

But when the people on the beach spotted Ye Chen flying through the air behind the warships, they all froze in unison. "Can that person fly over the Xuanhuang Xinghai? That means his cultivation has reached Zhundi Ji level?"

"There aren't that many at Zhundi Ji level." Several seasoned elders with high cultivation stroked their beards and said, "His level is undoubtedly Zhusheng, but why can he fly freely, ignoring the restraints of the Xinghai?"

"Did I see that right? It's the Huanggu Shengti." Someone exclaimed in shock, their expression full of astonishment.

"I say, are those warships charging straight at us?"

"You know that and you're still asking? Get out of the way!" Someone yelled in anger, quickly fleeing to safety. Because the Shengbing-level warship from Taiqing Gong had already charged onto the beach from the Xinghai, moving at an incredible speed with overwhelming pressure. Those who didn't escape in time were instantly crushed into ashes.

Following the Shengbing-level warship came the dozens of Zhushengbing-level ones, rampaging straight onto the beach and turning the once orderly place into a scene of utter chaos.

Curses erupted all over the beach, mostly from the pirates here to fence goods and the cultivators here to buy treasures. "What the hell is wrong with you people? Are you bored out of your minds? You come ashore and still don't stop, and now you're charging onto the beach? We're all from the cultivator world—who acts this arrogantly?"

Get lost!

Amid the shouts, Yin Zhong had already stowed his warship and teleported to the edge of the Xuanhuang Xinghai. He gripped a killing sword, his Zhusheng Wang aura fully unleashed, making the surrounding heavens rumble.

Behind him, the Baiyue Shengzhu and the remaining hundred or so people swarmed forward, each radiating killing intent as they glared at Ye Chen standing on the Xinghai, their faces twisted like demons.

That's right, Ye Chen was still on the Xinghai and hadn't come ashore. He was shaking his head casually, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"You idiots are all blocking the shore—what kind of fool would come up now? I'd just get mobbed."

"Come out here!" Yin Zhong roared in fury, like a mad dog gone berserk, howling wildly. If not for the restraints of the Xinghai, he would have already charged over and torn Ye Chen apart.

"Stop trying to scare me. If you've got the guts, come out here yourself." Ye Chen had started wiping down his massive spiked club again.

"Kill!" Yin Zhong, like a complete madman, swung his sword, unleashing a devastating sword beam.

However, while his sword beam was destructive on the shore, the moment it entered the Xinghai, its power vanished instantly, dissolved into nothing by the mysterious forces of the Xinghai.

The attacks from the Baiyue Shenjiao and others fared no better—striking from the shore at Ye Chen on the Xinghai had no effect at all. The strangeness of the Xinghai was just that overbearing; there was no defying it.

But just because they couldn't harm Ye Chen didn't mean he couldn't harm them. With a single Bahuang Fist, he punched through the void, instantly sending a Taiqing Gong elder to the underworld.

At the sight, aside from Yin Zhong the Zhusheng Wang, the other elders from Taiqing Gong and Baiyue Shenjiao didn't dare approach the Xinghai anymore. That obliterated elder was a bloody lesson.

"Come out here!" Yin Zhong roared again, his Zhusheng Wang power rendered useless as he could only watch helplessly.

"I've got no time to mess around with you." Ye Chen sneered and immediately set off, not toward the beach but deeper into the Xinghai. He planned to circle around and find another beach to slip ashore quietly. Delay any longer, and if Taiqing Gong brought in a Zhundi to chase him, he'd be done for.

Pfft!

Yin Zhong spat out blood, though it was unclear if it was from injury or rage. After all that effort, he was still watching Ye Chen escape right before his eyes. What infuriated him most was that he knew Ye Chen was fleeing but didn't dare pursue.

The Baiyue Shengzhu and the others weren't faring much better, spitting out old blood as they seethed. They wanted to chase and kill him but didn't dare, and while they could try to blockade him, the Xuanhuang Xinghai was boundless—who knew where Ye Chen would land?

On the beach, crowds of people watched with slack-jawed amazement, staring at Ye Chen as if he were a god.

By now, too many had heard about the events in the Xinghai. The ferocious Ye Chen had single-handedly chased nearly five hundred warships from Taiqing Gong and Baiyue Shenjiao—what a feat, not something just anyone could pull off.

The Huanggu Shengti will surely shake the Xuanhuang!

Many veteran cultivators wore expressions of deep meaning, a mix of admiration and satisfaction for the younger generation.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chen vanished into the sea like a divine light streaking across the vast Xinghai.

For a long time afterward, he wandered through the Xinghai, searching for a suitable place to come ashore.

It wasn't until nightfall that he finally slipped onto the shore, emerging into a range of towering mountains.

Bathing in the starlight and moonlight, he climbed to the highest peak of the mountains and gazed out in all directions. As far as his eyes could see, everything was a vast wilderness, with majestic peaks and rushing rivers. The aura here was profound and immense, as if some mysterious force loomed over the world.

He smiled, his expression carrying weariness, a touch of world-weariness, and a hint of haze.

After two hundred years of trials, he had finally arrived at this holy land of cultivators. It didn't disappoint him—it felt like stepping into a primordial realm, or perhaps his true homeland.

Xiao Ling Wa popped out of the Hunluan Ding, first stretching lazily before looking at Ye Chen.

"So, how does this legendary Xuanhuang Continent compare to what you imagined?"

"It's certainly different." Ye Chen smiled faintly. "Only by coming to Xuanhuang do I realize how insignificant I am. The obscurity, mystery, ancientness, and vastness here—even a single flower, blade of grass, tree, or shrub seems like an endless myth with no origin."

"I didn't expect you to have such insight right upon arriving in Xuanhuang." Xiao Ling Wa pulled out a piece of Yuanshi. "This continent is full of the unknown. The holy land of cultivators isn't just an empty title."

"Enough of that." Ye Chen collected his thoughts. "Do you know where we are right now?"

"It should be Donghuang. Yeah, definitely Donghuang."

"Donghuang?"

"The Xuanhuang Continent is divided into five regions: Donghuang, Ximo, Nanyu, Beiyue, and Zhongzhou. We're currently on the edge of Donghuang." Xiao Ling Wa explained slowly. "And the Kunlun Xu you're looking for is in Zhongzhou. Getting there will be quite the journey."

"How far could it be?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Let me put it this way—if you fly from here to Zhongzhou without stopping day or night, it would take ninety thousand years."

"Ninety thousand years?" Even Ye Chen, with his composure, was stunned, his eyes widening.

"The Xuanhuang Continent is far vaster than you imagine." Xiao Ling Wa shrugged. "With your Zhusheng speed, ninety thousand years is a conservative estimate. You might not even leave Donghuang by then. The holy land of cultivators isn't that simple—it can be so immense it'll make you cry."

"Ninety thousand years? Even a tortoise would turn to dust." Ye Chen grimaced. "This place is way too big."

"No problem, we have Chuan Song Yu Tai. It's not an issue—just teleport a few times, and you're set." Xiao Ling Wa said, crunching on another piece of Yuanshi. "You'll get used to it."

"Oh, my goodness!"

"Come on, chat with me. Why aren't you bound by the Xuanhuang Xinghai?" Xiao Ling Wa turned to Ye Chen.

"It's probably because of my Huanggu Shengti." Ye Chen replied casually. "As the paternal bloodline of Xuan Gu Dadi, it must come with some privileges. I can't think of any other reason."

"Thank goodness you're the Huanggu Shengti, or we'd be in real trouble." Xiao Ling Wa sighed.

"Enough nonsense—let's focus on finding the reincarnated person. That's more reliable." Ye Chen said, and with that, he set off.