Chapter 469: Hongjing Heaven

Hongjing Heaven, Mouwu Continent—

Setting off from the Void Emperor Heaven, passing through several boundary gates, and traveling through several heavenly universes, after half a year, he finally arrived at Hongjing Heaven and personally stepped onto this Mouwu Continent.

And as early as when he was in Yuchen, he had heard of the fierce reputation of this wild heavenly universe. Seeing it today, it was indeed well-deserved.

Hongjing Heaven has four major continents, which are Mouwu, Liyang, Sheyin, and Fuxi, the most supreme of the four continents.

But if one speaks of orthodox high-level profound gate traditions, immortal sects that can shelter billions of human beings from wind and rain, searching through the vast four continents, one could only find the Tianchi Sect rooted in the Liyang Continent, and no more.

As for the other three continents, they are all blessed lands for demon cultivators, ghosts, and strange monsters.

The head of the four continents, Fuxi Continent, was once the ancestral court of the Five-Colored Peacock clan. Later, as the Dao Court collapsed and things changed, the master of Fuxi Continent's heaven and earth had been replaced by several Heavenly Demon royal families who had migrated from afar.

In terms of the cruelty of governing the world, I'm afraid it was even worse than the Five-Colored Peacock clan of the past, and even the Tianchi Sect could not confront them head-on!

This was still because the Tianchi Sect had recently gained the help of several immortal sects from outside the heavens, including Yuchen. After expelling the Nankong Demon Kingdom, they completely unified the Liyang Continent and had sufficient spiritual energy and various external medicines, which could be used to cultivate younger disciples and enrich the sect's foundation.

If it were when the Tianchi Sect was still confronting the Nankong Demon Kingdom, this immortal sect would have helplessly bowed its head to the Heavenly Demon royal family, bribing the Heavenly Demon envoys with heavy gifts and thick coins to avoid being disturbed.

It is conceivable that under such circumstances, Hongjing Heaven was naturally a scene of demons dancing and the world being devastated.

Even the nearby lands and boundary spaces were deeply affected and could not escape.

And before Chen Hang came to this Mouwu Continent, he first went to the nearby Quantu World.

He originally intended to go to Liyang Continent from the boundary gate of Quantu World. After all, the current Tianchi Sect could be considered a huge force, and there were many Yuchen Dao lineages on Liyang Continent.

For example, Xie Yingyuan, who had ambushed him back then, had once brought the Xie family's ninety-nine turtle-snake piles to this heaven, breaking the siege of Buddhist evil and preserving the Yuchen Dao lineage here, thus becoming famous for a time.

Given the relationship between the Tianchi Sect and Yuchen, he thought that after arriving at Liyang Continent, he could use the power of this immortal sect and the Yuchen Dao lineage beneath it to inquire about the location of the Huieagle Mountain mentioned by the Empty Daoist.

And I don't know how many vicissitudes of life had passed, but that Huieagle Mountain had long been renamed and changed in appearance.

Or perhaps it was simply shattered during past calamities and tribulations, and thus the records were lost.

Chen Hang had not explored any information about this mountain along the way.

However, after arriving at the boundary gate of Quantu World, before he could go to Liyang Continent, he was surrounded by Heavenly Demon ghost soldiers who had been lying in ambush.

After Chen Hang killed thousands of fierce demons who dared to be the vanguard, the rest finally knew his power, and even the few Heavenly Demon main generals could not restrain them with flags, scattering in a rush.

Later, he captured a few Heavenly Demon main generals and confused their minds with the Nether True Water, only then learning that the current Nankong Demon Kingdom, after gaining the support of the Heavenly Demon royal family, was sharpening its weapons and fighting the Tianchi Sect again.

Both sides were fighting fiercely for the final ownership of Liyang Continent, and the demons and monsters of Hongjing Heaven were also unscrupulous, taking advantage of this opportunity to come to the surrounding worlds, killing and destroying at will, and even tampering with the boundary gates, allowing entry but not exit, wanting to wait for rabbits here and ambush outsiders.

Before Chen Hang could get more information, boundless Heavenly Demons arrived like mosquitoes and flies.

During this time, the heavenly sounds were loud, shaking the mountains and rivers. Looking with his eyes, it was clearly the sect masters of this boundary space fighting fiercely with several great Heavenly Demons.

After helping them exterminate those few great Heavenly Demons and calming the demonic disaster in this world, because the boundary gate had been destroyed, and he learned from the cultivators of this world that the Tianchi Sect had sent out its elites and driven the "Chen Fire Yuanji Runyu Array."

The vast Liyang Continent was protected by a strict fire boundary, isolated from inside and outside.

After thinking about it, Chen Hang also decided to use the Escape Realm Shuttle to travel through the void. Although he encountered several vacuum disasters during the period, he finally landed on this Mouwu Continent.

At this time, Chen Hang tidied up his thoughts. He looked at the vast mountains rising straight into the cloud sea before him, the peaks towering and the stone walls stacked high.

All kinds of strange and steep shapes were hard to describe. Let alone cities and settlements, even the traces of birds and beasts were sparse.

He exerted his magic power, wiped his sleeve over his face, and instantly transformed into a giant eagle with a pitch-black body.

With steel claws and iron feathers, a pair of broad wings, and fierce light fully revealed in the way his two eyes looked down with disdain, he even had baleful clouds and black energy circling and hanging down from the top of his head; at a single glance, one could tell he was a formidable demon cultivator with some cultivation base.

Now in this Hongjing Heaven, since Liyang Continent could not be visited, he needed to explore the traces of Huieagle Mountain.

Then he could only approach the sect masters of this Mouwu Continent and seek news from these masters of the continent.

And there were few human cultivators on Mouwu Continent, mostly demons and monsters. To avoid attracting attention, traveling as a demon cultivator was the most appropriate.

At this moment, Chen Hang didn't stay long. With a shake of his wings, he shattered the pieces of frost clouds above his head and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Two days later, also on Mouwu Continent.

Flowers and fruits were lush, the weather was harmonious, the rivers and plains were clear and spiritual, and amidst the towering mountains, the cries of apes and cranes came from all sides from time to time—a scene of prosperity.

Chen Hang on the clouds spread his wings slightly, paused in the air, and looked down.

After walking for two days, he finally saw some vitality on this Mouwu Continent.

And previously—

In that wild land, looking around, there was nothing but endless cold wind and frost, piercing to the bone; how could there be the beautiful scenery before him?

"I don't know how powerful the demons in this Mouwu Continent are? Next, I should go down and inquire about the distribution of forces nearby, to facilitate the next step."

Chen Hang's eyes flashed, and he thought secretly.

And not long after he spread his wings and left, there were also bursts of noisy movements on the other side of the mountain.

Shouting people and neighing horses, rolling wheels, very lively—

Hundreds of knights in heavy armor and strong helmets galloped through the forest like flying, faintly showing a surrounding momentum, like a large net spreading out, wanting to catch the winged black tiger fleeing in embarrassment in the middle.

The black tiger fleeing in embarrassment in the lead was three zhang long, its two eyes shooting yellow light, and its whole body was filled with miserable mist.

Every time it leaped, there was ghostly wind and clouds helping it, and it could easily jump over mountain streams, like a hazy black light, its escape speed surprisingly fast.

And countless ghosts were also chanting mantras, forming seals, dancing swords, and holding guns beside the black tiger, all kinds of green-faced and fanged, another scene of gloom and strangeness.

But this group of heavy-armored knights was clearly guards carefully trained by some large force. Under their crotches were human-faced horses with scales, the carved bows in their hands were entwined with demonic energy, and there were ghosts perched on their helmets. If they encountered blocking trees or shrubs, they didn't even need to dodge; with a straight charge, the demonic light on their bodies would tear them to pieces.

Under such relentless pursuit, even if that winged black tiger wanted to save some vitality, in the end, it was helpless and had to spray a few mouthfuls of essence blood. The pair of wings on its back immediately made a whistling sound, and it disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

And above the heads of that group of heavy-armored knights, there was a magnificent boat floating in the air.

On both sides of the boat were more than a dozen flying vehicles of various sizes, like a sect's city, protecting the three-story boat in the middle, a considerable lineup.

Seeing that the winged black tiger suddenly seemed to be fighting for its life, throwing the group of heavy-armored knights far behind in an instant, on the boat, a tall man with a green-white face and protruding cheekbones laughed instead of getting angry.

He happily clapped his hands and said to the left and right:

"Just went out hunting, and bumped into such a strange species. Isn't this a sign from heaven, a sign that Uncle is about to achieve supreme heavenly merit?"

As soon as this was said, everyone on the left and right echoed and flattered incessantly.

Only a thin, bony man with green eyes in a gorgeous suit shook his head secretly on the side and didn't speak.

"Old Xiang, Old Xiang! Since you are proficient in divination, then cast another hexagram to calculate the heavenly secrets for Uncle."

The tall man smiled and said to an old man with a black beard and hanging eyes.

Hearing this, Old Xiang couldn't help but secretly complain. It was true that he knew some innate divine calculations, but that was ultimately a left-handed side door, not the orthodox Great Dao. Using it not only had various limitations but would also damage his lifespan.

Therefore, unless it concerned his life,

he rarely used such means.

But the one speaking before him was not easy to deal with—

This tall man was named Feng Lian, the nephew of Feng Wu, a minister of the Yucang Demon Kingdom. In recent years, he had been raised in the mansion by Feng Wu himself, and he was also fierce and stubborn, often scolding and killing people.

And Old Xiang had entered the Yucang Demon Kingdom and become a guest in Feng Wu's mansion just to raise resources for cultivation.

Not to mention that if he refused, it would be difficult to avoid making Feng Lian angry and making the scene awkward; the identity of Feng Lian alone was enough to make Old Xiang bow his head helplessly.

"Both are children of dukes and marquises; this bastard Feng Lian is so arrogant. Ge Ji is a cautious character. Knowing that Feng Lian invited him out hunting today was to deliberately humiliate him because of the previous beast fighting, yet he didn't dare to refuse."

Old Xiang sighed inwardly, glanced at the green-eyed man in gorgeous clothes on the side, and felt some emotion in his heart:

"Just because Ge Ji was disliked by his biological father, clearly having an extraordinary background and help from the clan, he still inevitably had a low status.

Living in this world, one should still find a good backer!"

"Young Master, please listen, the old man—" Old Xiang tidied up his thoughts at this time.

And before he could finish speaking, Feng Lian was already impatient, took out a handful of spiritual-energy-filled precious pearls from his sleeve bag, and shouted:

"Isn't it just that Uncle's cultivation is too high for you to calculate clearly, and that your divination method will damage your lifespan? I've heard these old words until my ears have grown calluses; what else is there to say!"

Old Xiang frowned, feeling a bit displeased.

But as soon as he saw those precious pearls jumping *pi-pa* at his feet, all his anger instantly extinguished, and he hurriedly called a few disciples to bend down and pick them up.

"Isn't that fine? What does damaging lifespan count for? I have always been generous with my money and will never treat you badly."

Seeing this, Feng Lian laughed loudly:

"As for whether you calculate accurately or not, I don't care much. It's just for novelty, to let everyone have some fun.

Ge Ji, I heard that you were raised by servants when you were young; I'm afraid you haven't seen such interesting magic, right?"

Ge Ji smiled reluctantly and didn't speak.

"..."

Old Xiang cursed in his heart, then cleared his throat, and when looking at Feng Lian, he was full of smiles again:

"Young Master also knows that my divination requires living flesh and blood to sacrifice to the law. I wonder?"

Feng Lian pondered slightly, his eyes rolling.

And the group of guests beside him who were watching the fun suddenly seemed to have gone dumb, each of them silent as cicadas, not saying a word.

"Forget it, forget it. Having raised you for so many years, there is still some affection. Today I will spare you once. After returning to the mansion, let Old Xiang show another hand."

Feng Lian sighed, and then he faced the left—

and right guests' kowtowing and thanks, his face becoming proud again.

At this time, the heavy-armored knights under the clouds had caught up with the winged black tiger. Under the rain of ten thousand arrows, no matter how powerful the black tiger was, it was still unable to turn the tide. The ghosts under its hand were destroyed one after another, and soon it was bleeding profusely, with only one breath left.

"Still want to escape your primordial spirit? How can there be such a good thing!"

Feng Lian sneered.

He reached out and took a carved bow handed over by a few guests, aimed vaguely, and a black light flew out like lightning, instantly nailing the black tiger's primordial spirit into its corpse.

Amidst the cheers, Feng Lian suddenly felt bored.

He turned to look at Ge Ji, just as a plan came to mind, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a black light passing by.

Feng Lian hurriedly turned to look and saw a giant eagle crossing the clouds, as fast as lightning.

"It just happened to bump into my hands."

Feng Lian muttered, bent his bow like a full moon, and shot an arrow, but the giant eagle easily dodged it.

"Unreasonable!"

Feng Lian shot another arrow, but it still didn't work.

He was just about to order the knights below to draw their bows together, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then the world around him turned upside down.

In astonishment, he just caught a glimpse of his headless corpse standing not far away. The next moment, his vision fell into complete darkness, unable to see anything.

This change was as fast as lightning, and no one had reacted!

From the perspective of Old Xiang and Ge Ji, they only saw Feng Lian shoot two arrows, and the next moment he was killed on the spot by the giant eagle with lightning speed.

Without using any of his means, he miserably died.

"Damn, damn!"

Old Xiang was terrified. Since Feng Lian was dead, everyone present would likely not end well and would be implicated by Feng Wu after he left seclusion.

To reduce the guilt, he could only...

Old Xiang's eyes sharpened slightly. He had just sacrificed a few skulls, wanting to chant mantras to see if he could fight for a while before making plans, but the guests and knights of Feng Lian had already taken the lead.

In an instant, all kinds of brilliance moved together, more than a hundred paths, the momentum was very fierce, intertwined like a shuttle!

Chen Hang's gaze swept over. Facing such an offensive, he didn't need any supernatural powers, just shook his body as usual and met it forward.

Suddenly, a wild wind arose, the fierce energy was pressing, and ghostly fire flew across the sky, stirring the chaotic clouds into residual floc!

"..."

Ge Ji on the side felt his hands and feet go cold.

He was stunned for a long time, bit his tongue hard, and just wanted to jump down from the sky to stay away from right and wrong, but as soon as he moved his body, a chill arose on his back.

I don't know when, all the sounds had sunk, the ground was full of residual corpses, and blood was flowing like a river.

When his vision met the sword Old Xiang wore before his death, Ge Ji's scalp went numb, almost wanting to—

jump up from where he was.

He knew Old Xiang's methods. This person, like him, was a rare human cultivator on Mouwu Continent, proficient in a good flying sword skill and divination skills, which was why he could be brought by Feng Lian's side from time to time and not be viewed as blood food.

And Old Xiang clearly wouldn't sell his life for Feng Lian. This person should also have had the idea of fighting a few rounds first, and then slipping away cleanly after having an explanation.

Who would have thought that even his proud flying sword hadn't been sacrificed, and this demonic cultivator was easily beheaded.

"Sen, Senior..."

Ge Ji squeezed out a smile on his face, wanting to beg for mercy.

Chen Hang's gaze stopped on him for a moment, then looked toward the east, suddenly scooped up Ge Ji, spread his wings, and continued to fly into the sky.