Chapter 363

Almost 25% of the cultivators in this area had come to the Saint Burial Ground. The entire Yongqi City could no longer accommodate them.

The city was overcrowded and there were cultivators outside the city as well. Most of them were rogue cultivators.

For rogue cultivators, this was a golden age and a great opportunity.

The Saint Burial Ground had opened several times over the years, but each time, it was almost always the major forces that secretly entered. Rogue cultivators had never had a share. This time, Zi Chen, as a rogue cultivator, had obtained a token, which made people excited.

Many rogue cultivators were grateful that he had said that he would take them there.

That day, the rogue cultivators went berserk and attacked the Liu Family because they were completely bewitched by the major forces. After Zi Chen broke the situation, many rogue cultivators regretted it.

If Zi Chen had really given the token to Zheng Nan, rogue cultivators would not have a share in this trip to the Saint Burial Ground.

Zheng Nan's reputation was ruined and he was despised by countless rogue cultivators after his death.

Zi Chen's reputation rose and he was thanked by countless rogue cultivators.

"So many."

Zi Chen was standing on the back of the Peng King. When he saw so many people below, he jumped in fright. Among this many people, most of them were rogue cultivators. Even if all the experts of the various powers were added together, it was still less than a quarter of the rogue cultivators.

The number of people was far beyond his imagination.

However, as he scanned with his spiritual sense, Zi Chen was furious. Among these rogue cultivators, there was no lack of True Qi Realm and Innate Realm experts.

"Aren't they courting death?" Zi Chen retracted his spiritual sense.

Almost all the people from the major forces were experts. They were organized and planned, unlike rogue cultivators who did not have any forces. Everything depended on their own will. Even True Qi Realm experts had to try their luck.

The Saint Burial Ground was known to be the place where a Saint fell. It was full of danger. Even if one flew there, one had to be careful. True Qi Realm cultivators going there, even if they had a token, was purely courting death.

However, they did not seem to feel that it was dangerous. Their faces were full of expectation and they said happily that they would obtain a treasure pill and become masters. Then, they would go out with a group of monsters and dominate the southern region.

"Zi Chen, it's Zi Chen."

"He appeared."

"The owner of the token has appeared. It is time for us to set off."

"Bao Dan, I'm here."

The Peng King's body was enormous. It blotted out the sky like a black cloud as it drifted over from the horizon. Once it appeared, it immediately caused a commotion. Many people recognized Zi Chen and cried out in alarm. Then, they became very excited.

The agreed time of seven days was up.

It was time to head to the Holy Burial Ground.

The crowd became very noisy, cheering, excited, and all kinds of voices could be heard.

In the Liu family, everyone was already prepared.

Zi Chen landed, and a group of geniuses came forward.

Liu Chen, Liu Bo, Qin Xing, Qin He, Wang Qiong, Wang Shi, Zhang Haotian, and Evil Good Monk were all present.

Other than that, the Liu family had also mobilized quite a number of Zephyr experts, including Liu Mingyong, who was at the pinnacle of Zephyr and could break through to the Master level at any time.

Ever since he found out that the token of the Holy Burial Ground was in Zi Chen's possession, the Good and Evil Monk had stayed in the Liu Clan with a benevolent look on his face. He refused to leave no matter how hard one tried to chase him away. Clearly, he wanted to follow along and freeload off the opportunity of a lifetime.

Recently, he hadn't mentioned the treasure to Zi Chen. Otherwise, Zi Chen would definitely think of a way to drive him away.

"It's time to set off."

As soon as Zi Chen appeared, everyone asked fervently.

These geniuses were about to leave and explore the Martial Heaven Continent. Before that, they wanted to make a final gamble and find some trump cards for themselves.

"Where are your people? Are they ready?" asked Zi Chen.

"Don't worry. We've been waiting for a long time." The other geniuses nodded.

This time, other than flying, they also revealed that there were experts following them in secret. Zi Chen's safety was one hundred percent guaranteed.

"Then let's go." Zi Chen nodded.

"Roar!"

Then, a clear and melodious Peng King cry sounded, the sound shattering the heavens, penetrating metal and splitting stone. It was as if a black cloud rose into the air.

Zi Chen stood on the back of the Peng King and soared into the sky. Beside him, the other geniuses also soared into the sky.

"Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Roc King flapped his wings and created a gust of wind. He flew past Yongqi City and headed out of the city.

There were too many people gathered in Yongqi City this time. It could be called a sea of people. If Zi Chen wanted to leave on the ground, it would be very difficult.

"Zi Chen is leaving. Everyone, follow him."

"Let's go!"

The people in the city began to move, flying out of the city.

In an instant, the black mass of people began to move. Looking from the sky, the figures were like ants, appearing as small black dots, densely packed.

"Zi Chen, stop! Didn't you say you were going to take us to the Holy Burial Ground? Why are you running so fast?"

"You're running so fast. You don't want to take us with you. I think you're just toying with us."

"Stop! Take us there!"

The Peng King was extremely fast. In less than fifteen minutes, Zi Chen's figure disappeared from Yongqi City. Quite a few True Qi cultivators were shouting unhappily.

"Are you idiots? A mere True Qi cultivator dares to shout here? What do you take Zi Chen for?"

"You can't keep up because you're too slow. You're blaming Zi Chen? You're courting death."

"In the Martial Heaven Continent, martial prowess reigns supreme. If you don't have the strength, it's best to keep your mouth shut. Zi Chen is willing to bring rogue cultivators along. That's already a huge favor. If you can't keep up with Zi Chen's speed, then you deserve it."

Many people were speaking up, and all of them had powerful auras. Some of the complaining True Qi cultivators shuddered and shut their mouths.

After the matter with Zheng Nan, Zi Chen's popularity amongst the True Qi cultivators had risen. They couldn't bear to hear others say anything bad about Zi Chen.

Not to mention, they were just a bunch of True Energy Realm fellows. Other than their worthless lives, they had practically nothing.

If such people dared to shout in front of an expert, they could be slapped to death with a single slap.

Swish. Swish.

Light flashed, and one figure after another soared into the air. They were like large birds flying into the distance.

Startled cries rang out. Those who could fly were all flying through the air. At this moment, there were no less than a hundred figures flying through the air. They were densely packed as they followed Zi Chen.

The Holy Burial Ground was filled with danger. Even if you had a keepsake, danger lurked everywhere. The large powers all flew. What was important was quality, not quantity.

"Roar."

At the same time, the cry of birds rang out. One spirit bird after another appeared, flying into the distance.

There were figures standing on the backs of these spirit birds. They were all from small powers. Their families didn't have the ability to fly, so they could only send True Qi cultivators.

However, each one of them was at the peak of the True Qi realm. They were the peak power of their families.

"Roar!"

The roars of the spirit beasts shook the surroundings. They stomped on the ground, causing rumbling sounds and dust to rise. There were also many cultivators riding spirit beasts.

A torrent of troops marched toward the Holy Burial Ground. They were filled with anticipation.

The stronger ones followed closely, while the weaker ones were left far behind. The troops quickly split up.

"Lv Peng didn't come?" On the back of the roc king stood Zi Chen. Beside him was Zhang Haotian.

"No, he said he was in seclusion to break through to the Flight realm. When the time comes, he'll leave with us," said Zhang Haotian.

Apart from Lv Peng, those who hadn't broken through to the Flight realm didn't appear either.

For example, Miao Kong, Lin Xue, Wang Shan, and Wang Xian 'er didn't appear. This was out of Zi Chen's expectations. Wang Qiong always had a sour expression, so he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Is there still no news from Nie Tian?" asked Zi Chen.

Zhang Haotian shook his head. "No, but when he left, he was at the peak of the ninth level of True Qi. He should have broken through to the Flight realm by now."

Nie Tian had left a year ago, and since then, there had been no news of him. He didn't tell Zhang Haotian where he went.

Zi Chen frowned. His eyes flashed as he tried to guess where Ah Tian had gone.

"Zi Chen, although the seniors of the major powers didn't make a move against you this time, you still have to be careful when you enter the Holy Burial Ground. Those freaks and the Flight realm cultivators might make a move," warned Liu Chen.

After flying for a long time, they all wanted to rest, so they all landed on the roc king's back.

Zi Chen nodded. He glanced into the distance. There were a few freaks gathered together. They didn't say a word, but their eyes flashed with cold light from time to time.

"If they provoke me again, I don't mind sending them on their way," said Zi Chen coldly. Killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The Holy Burial Ground was mysterious and unfathomable. It was hidden in the endless void. No one knew its exact location. It would only appear when there were fluctuations.

Over the years, several large powers had tried to find its location, but they had all failed. It was like it was illusory. When it was hidden, it didn't leave behind the slightest trace.

It was the burial ground of a Saint. Other than the Lightning Divine Hall, it was the most mysterious place in the entire Martial Heaven Continent.

Over twenty years ago, the Holy Burial Ground had appeared, but it had only appeared briefly. Practically no large powers had entered. Only the Martial Ancestor and a few others had entered, but they had all died. The Nimbus Martial Ancestor's Grand Elder had returned alone, but his son and daughter-in-law had died in battle.

No one had expected that after twenty years, the Holy Burial Ground would appear once more. This time, it had caused a huge commotion. It had been going on for a long time. It was clearly different from twenty years ago, when it had only appeared for a flash.

Each time there was a fluctuation, the Holy Burial Ground would appear in the same location. That was the edge of the ruins.

The ruins had formed after the Everlasting Sect had been destroyed ten thousand years ago. During that time, the various large powers had entered countless times, but they had never entered the depths. That place was filled with danger and countless formations. Even in the outer regions, they had to be careful.

Furthermore, each time the Holy Burial Ground appeared, it wasn't very far from the ruins.

However, when it disappeared, all the powers had searched this region, but they hadn't found any traces of it.

As for the reason, no one knew.

Elder Mo knew everything, but his knowledge was limited.

"The Holy Burial Ground is unfathomably mysterious. The Everlasting Sect was established here to protect this place." That was Elder Mo's explanation.

Furthermore, Elder Mo had said that the Holy Burial Ground was right beside the Everlasting Sect. It had been easy to see back then, as it hadn't been hidden in the void.

As for what Elder Mo had said back then, Zi Chen had no way of verifying it. It was just like how Zenith Yin had said that it had been ten thousand years ago.

The group traveled day and night for a few days.

Everywhere they passed, beasts would panic. Hundreds of people were flying through the air, and tens of thousands of wandering cultivators were roaring.