Chapter 1485: Chapter 1397: Sandstorm Centipede Beast
Hearing Chen Liangce’s concern, Ye Guichen, however, didn’t care and wasn’t worried about any of that.
As long as the Tiger Demon helped him find the Great Demon’s location, when the time came he could have the Four-eyed Dragon Scale Wolf lead the way, and they would still be able to retreat unscathed.
Moreover, if Ye Guichen was willing, he could bring the barbarian along, and when the time came let the barbarian lead the way as well.
The only drawback was that the barbarian’s massive body made it easy for the Demon Clan to spot him, making assassinations much harder.
"Brother Chu, as for what comes afterward, we can talk about it when the time comes. I just don’t know, if your Xuantian Sect is sending people, who will be going with me?" Ye Guichen said.
Chen Liangce heard the implication in Ye Guichen’s words and couldn’t help saying anxiously, "Mr. Ye, you intend to go in person?"
"What, I can’t?" Ye Guichen looked at Chen Liangce with a beaming smile.
Chen Liangce hurriedly said, "It’s far too dangerous. If something really goes wrong, what are we supposed to do?"
"Heh, if I go, the chances of success will be higher." Ye Guichen waved his hand, signaling Chen Liangce not to dwell on it, then once more looked toward Chu Yuanchen.
Chu Yuanchen gritted his teeth. "Brother Ye is right. It’s the quality, not the number, that matters. Since Brother Ye has put it that way, I’ll go big as well—let me go with you."
"Alright, it’s decided then." Ye Guichen immediately made the call. "Then I’ll trouble Brother Chu to rest here for a day or two first. Once I’ve felt out the lay of the Northern North Desolation, we can set off."
If not for the fact that there were already too few Yin Souls in the Jiuyou Tower, it would have been much more convenient for Ye Guichen to use Yin Souls to search for the Great Demon’s location.
But the Northern North Desolation was too vast; without enough Yin Souls, it simply wouldn’t work.
So for now, he could only have the Tiger Demon lead the way.
Later, once they entered the Northern North Desolation, they could capture some half-demons and have them lead the way; that shouldn’t be a problem.
Over the next day, Ye Guichen waited for Feng Wuxiu and the others to arrive, while he himself continued refining Ghost Pills and, in the meantime, communicated with the Ghost King.
The Ghost King still tried to persuade Ye Guichen to take him as a Disciple, which Ye Guichen naturally refused.
But in the course of their conversation, Ye Guichen did manage to fish out some clues about the Holy Temple.
This Ghost King actually knew of the Holy Temple and seemed to know it quite well.
According to the Ghost King, the Netherworld Mountain where the Holy Temple was located was an extremely mysterious place, and there were even rumors that the Holy Temple might really be connected to the Yinming Land.
Of course, these were all just legends; at present, no one truly knew, and no one had found that passage connecting to the Yinming Land.
Even so, the Holy Temple still had a very deep connection with the Chaos Sea.
In the Ghost King’s words, the Chaos Sea was extremely vast, and its location was not really an ocean, but a region between Immortals and mortals.
If one could find the end of the Chaos Sea, one could find Immortals.
Of course, the Holy Temple was also a similar kind of existence.
The Holy Temple seemed to be the key linking the Hidden Gates and the Chaos Sea.
As long as one found the Holy Temple, through the Holy Temple one could find the Chaos Sea.
However, the Holy Envoys in the Netherworld Mountain Temple had almost all had their cultivation sealed, and they had a close relationship with the Demon Clan in that floating Hidden Gate above the Chaos Sea.
Some people speculated that the Holy Temple was actually a backhand left by the Demon Clan.
But no one had proven it so far.
Because even an existence like the Ghost King could not come into contact with the true Demon Clan or Immortals.
Ye Guichen gained a rough understanding of the Chaos Sea.
The forces within were complicated, and ordinary cultivation there already exceeded the Golden Core Realm.
Moreover, in the eyes of those people in the Chaos Sea, an existence like the Daqian Dynasty was nothing more than an anthill built by ants.
Letting out a long breath, Ye Guichen knew he would definitely have to go to the Chaos Sea one day.
But the pressing matter now was to first wipe out the Demon Clan of the Northern North Desolation and find the Holy Temple.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Guichen began cultivating.
Before dawn the next day, Feng Wuxiu and those Red Wolf Army soldiers arrived.
Not only did Feng Wuxiu come, but Zhu Biao and Wei Lin also came along.
Ye Guichen did not stand on ceremony; after having Chu Yuanchen make some preparations, he took Feng Wuxiu and headed straight for the Northern North Desolation, and told them that once the Great Demon was slain and the Demon Clan thrown into chaos, Chen Liangce was to lead one hundred thousand troops to strike directly into the Northern North Desolation.
Ye Guichen, Feng Wuxiu, and Chu Yuanchen all had strong cultivation; it took them only a single day to enter the Northern North Desolation.
Ye Guichen sat on the back of the Four-eyed Dragon Scale Wolf, Chu Yuanchen sat astride the Tiger Demon to head north, and Feng Wuxiu traveled directly on foot.
After his body mutated and Ye Guichen saved him with fresh blood, Feng Wuxiu’s body had become different from ordinary people; his speed had also increased greatly, actually not a whit slower than the Tiger Demon.
After entering the Northern North Desolation, Ye Guichen felt as if he had stepped into another world.
Endless in every direction, as though he had come to the edge of the sky.
The moment before, the sky had been clear, yet in the next instant it suddenly went dark as if someone had switched off a light; everything around was pitch black as violent winds and torrential rain burst forth.
He hadn’t even found a place to take shelter from the rain before the downpour abruptly ceased again.
Everything was like a fantastical world.
"Hu Zi, you’d better behave yourself. If you dare play any tricks, I’ll slap you to death with one palm!" Ye Guichen cast a glance at the Tiger Demon and threatened.
The Tiger Demon answered meekly; though he was unwilling in his heart, under Ye Guichen’s pressure he didn’t dare make any trouble.
All kinds of demon beasts were scattered throughout the Northern North Desolation, and from time to time they would even run into slightly stronger monsters.
But in the hands of Ye Guichen and his companions, those monsters couldn’t last more than a few exchanges before being killed.
Watching his companions die and be injured beyond count, the Tiger Demon was even more scared out of his wits.
On the third day after they reached the Northern North Desolation, the movements of Ye Guichen’s group seemed to have been exposed.
Up ahead lay a stretch of desert, yellow sand rolling, the wind sending it surging like waves.
And beneath that rolling surge, piles of white bones could be seen surging out from within the wind and sand.
Although he couldn’t see any living creatures, Ye Guichen still felt the Four-eyed Dragon Tomb Wolf beneath him growing restless, as if it had run into something terrifying.
Ye Guichen’s perception was extremely sharp now. After sensing the Four-eyed Dragon Tomb Wolf’s abnormality, he immediately raised his head and looked toward the yellow sand not far away.
From the outside there seemed to be nothing unusual there, but under Ye Guichen’s careful observation, he still sensed that something was lurking inside, waiting for its chance to move.
"Tiger Demon, what kind of monster is here?" Ye Guichen halted his steps and asked in a deep voice.
The Tiger Demon stammered, "Wh-what monster? Th-there’s nothing..."
It was obvious the Tiger Demon wasn’t good at lying; his voice completely betrayed him.
"Hmph, sounds to me like you’re looking to die!" Ye Guichen snorted coldly, then nodded to Feng Wuxiu. "Go take a look up ahead. There’s something in that patch of yellow sand."
Feng Wuxiu agreed, then leapt forward, his body shooting out like a cannonball.
Chu Yuanchen originally hadn’t taken much notice of Feng Wuxiu, who kept his mouth shut like a gourd, but when he saw such powerful leg strength, he couldn’t help being startled. Puzzled, he asked, "Brother Ye, what did you discover?"
Ye Guichen furrowed his brows and said quietly, "Be careful, there’s something under the sand."
"Something?" Chu Yuanchen hadn’t sensed any danger, but after hearing Ye Guichen’s words, his whole body immediately tensed. He casually pulled out a sheet of talisman paper.
As the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sect, in normal combat he relied not only on weapons, but also on many talismans.
Many of those talismans were stronger than weapons, and they didn’t even require close combat.
Ye Guichen’s eyes were locked firmly in Feng Wuxiu’s direction.
After landing, Feng Wuxiu didn’t stand on ceremony, directly raising his right hand and smashing a heavy punch down toward the ground.
His severed arm had already regrown, and it even seemed harder than his previous arm, making Ye Guichen once again marvel at how formidable that corpse gu was.
And just as Feng Wuxiu’s punch smashed down, the surrounding ground caved in along with it.
A furious roar came from within the sand and earth.
Immediately after, a gigantic centipede over ten meters long burst out from the sand.
The centipede seemed enraged at being discovered by Feng Wuxiu, roaring as it lashed out with its hundred legs, slashing toward him.
Each one of those hundred legs was like a razor-sharp blade, yet when they slashed against Feng Wuxiu’s body, it was as if they struck steel, ringing with a clanging sound without injuring him in the slightest.
This scene left Chu Yuanchen so shocked his jaw nearly dropped.
"That guy—how is his body that hard?"
Chu Yuanchen knew that in this world there were Body Cultivators, people who specialized in tempering the body.
These people’s bodies weren’t just extraordinarily tough; they often didn’t use their cultivation at all, relying solely on their fists to fight to the death.
Though they lacked the myriad techniques of regular cultivators, their killing power was immense, making cultivators extremely wary of them.
If one of these people landed a solid punch on you, you might not recover for half a day.
Chu Yuanchen hadn’t expected that Ye Guichen would have such a powerful Body Cultivator at his side.
Ye Guichen naturally did not tell him that Feng Wuxiu had likely already surpassed the limits of Body Cultivation, becoming something like a half-corpse, half-human existence.
Moreover, this kind of half-corpse far exceeded the category of "zombie" as ordinary people understood it.
Feng Wuxiu took more than a dozen consecutive blows from the centipede without being moved.
Seeing another leg hacking down toward him, Feng Wuxiu suddenly leapt up, both hands flashing out to grab.
His two hands clamped down on that leg, and with a mighty heave outward, he actually tossed the centipede, which weighed at least a thousand jin, aside with ease.
But just as the huge centipede was flung away, Feng Wuxiu sprang up again, chasing after the airborne centipede.
In midair, Feng Wuxiu swung his right fist straight into the centipede’s head.
The centipede let out a miserable shriek, its hard skull smashed to pulp on the spot, its massive body falling straight down.
And at the same moment that centipede hit the sand, another screech rang out.
The wind and sand, which had been dying down, suddenly surged up again, sweeping toward Ye Guichen and Chu Yuanchen.
The sandstorm seemed to be controlled by something, directly blocking Ye Guichen and Chu Yuanchen’s line of sight.
"Screee!"
Along with a sharp screech, Chu Yuanchen suddenly cried out as well, "Not good, there’s something else!"
Ye Guichen turned his head and saw that the Tiger Demon under Chu Yuanchen had somehow had its belly slashed open.
The Tiger Demon’s body split into two. Because Chu Yuanchen had sensed the danger in time and leapt up quickly, he avoided ending up like the Tiger Demon, being chopped in half.
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