Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 372 - 381 Entering Kunlun

At noon, Ye Ling and Mo Xing returned to Tianji Sect.

"You don’t worry about us at all? Disappeared for over a day, and you don’t even look for us? You’ve got quite the nerve," Mo Xing protested to Li Tianhao.

Man, we’re supposed to be brothers, aren’t we? Gone for a whole day, no phone calls, no searching; what if something had happened, wouldn’t that have been the end?

Three black lines crept across Li Tianhao’s forehead, "Stop joking, will you? If anyone kidnapped the two of you, that’d be like inviting two calamities home."

"Ye Ling! I’ve got something to tell you, the person I asked you to kill for me is now in the Kunlun Mountains!"

Li Tianhao’s face grew solemn, his eyes filled with a thick murderous intent, and a chilling coldness permeated from him.

When they entered the great tomb in Lanshan Village, Ye Ling had made a vow to Li Tianhao, to help him kill a master of one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves.

"Okay, when do we leave?" Ye Ling agreed without hesitation.

Keeping promises was a principle he’d always adhered to; no matter what, he had to fulfill the commitments he made to others.

"Let’s go tomorrow. We’ll head to the Kunlun Mountains, kill that bastard, and then return to Tianji Sect to pay respects to my master," Li Tianhao said through clenched teeth.

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Teachers are like fathers, yet his had died at the hands of that cave master, leaving Li Tianhao unable to forget the hatred in his heart.

That very day, Ye Ling and the others drove back to Longteng Winery, briefed everyone on the situation, and then the trio boarded a high-speed train bound for the Kunlun Mountains.

The Kunlun Mountains, hailed as Huaxia’s foremost divine mountain and the ancestor of all others, were also known as the progenitor of dragon veins in the Cultivation Realm, and there’s a saying, "All dragon veins originate from Kunlun," highlighting its mystique.

Three days later, the trio alighted in a certain city; it was already nighttime. They found a restaurant and started to eat.

"Hey, did you hear? Another guy died at Hell’s Gate, huh."

"Another one? They’re really stupid, aren’t they? Is that a place for humans? So many have died there, and still, they’re not afraid; it’s truly a meaningless death."

Near Ye Ling’s table, a few middle-aged men were talking softly. The words ’Hell’s Gate’ were jarringly conspicuous.

This place was known for its fertile grasslands, where most herders spent their days herding sheep and horses, but within their daily lives, there was an area into which they dared not venture.

That area had fertile grassland too, but it was as eerily silent as a deserted zone, filled with desolation unrelated and unconnected to the verdant grass around it. Stay updated with novelbuddy

Named Hell’s Gate, any human who entered had never left alive, and the deaths were strange: no visible wounds, eyes wide open in death.

Over time, the original name of that place had been forgotten, and people had given it a new name, Hell’s Gate, which was more fitting.

"I know the origin of this Hell’s Gate," Li Tianhao spoke slowly after taking a bite.

Ye Ling was intrigued and turned his attention, "Let’s hear it; I want to know what Hell’s Gate really is."

"According to the annals of my sect, Hell’s Gate was man-made, located on the Kunlun Mountains, there once was a powerful sect named the Kunlun Sect."

"This sect, over a thousand years ago, was the strongest in the entire Cultivation Realm, almost worthy of being called the leader."

"And at that time, the State Preceptors of prosperous dynasties were usually the outstanding members of the Kunlun Sect."

"But just over five hundred years ago, the then Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect, for reasons unknown, perhaps due to cultivating frenzy, underwent a drastic change in temperament, becoming violent and extremely unpredictable."

"What’s more, he slaughtered numerous sects, and as a result, a long- overdue punitive expedition arose with the strongest practitioners of the Cultivation Realm assaulting the Kunlun Sect."

"That battle nearly obliterated the Cultivation Realm, with eight or nine out of every ten masters perishing, leaving only their bewildered and powerless disciples behind."

"And that battle took place at what is now known as the Hell’s Gate, that place was the battlefield more than five hundred years ago."

"The reason people are barred from entering there is because of the countless fall of powerful beings, the resulting magnetic field chaos causes mental fragmentation and sudden cardiac arrest upon entry."

Li Tianhao recounted this piece of history recorded in the Tianji Sect to the two of them, Ye Ling nodded while Mo Xing harbored some doubts.

"I’ve also heard of Hell’s Gate, so why can cattle and sheep enter without issue, but humans can’t? Don’t tell me this magnetic field can distinguish between species."

Mo Xing’s question was a valid one, and Li Tianhao simply smiled: "To be precise, it’s not just the magnetic field, there are many Great Formations left by powerful beings within Hell’s Gate."

"The magnetic field is the chaos caused by the power within the Great Formations, and these formations are specifically targeting the strong, the species with certain bloodline energies."

"So that explains the phenomenon you mentioned, that cattle and sheep are unharmed upon entering, but you try sending in an enlightened cattle or sheep, I guarantee it won’t make it out."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xing nodded, "I just wonder if the legends of the Queen Mother of the West on the Kunlun Mountains are true."

"Of course, it’s true, Kunlun Mountain is our Divine Mountain, and the Queen Mother of the West is indeed real, and most of us here have witnessed her presence!"

Several men near Mo Xing’s table overheard his doubts and immediately retorted, firmly believing in the sanctity of Kunlun and its indisputability in their hearts.

Mo Xing chuckled and didn’t argue with them. It was unnecessary and would appear foolish. Every place has its sacred ground that is inviolable to its indigenous people.

"Where is the Arm Slave now?" Ye Ling inquired.

The Arm Slave, a peculiar name, was the ruler of one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves, immensely powerful, once slew Li Tianhao’s master over a treasure.

Li Tianhao’s expression turned grave: "According to the divination done by my uncle, he should be on the summit of Kunlun Mountain right now."

"Good, we can’t wait any longer. If he gets away, it won’t be good. Let’s go now." Deciding swiftly, Ye Ling and the others nodded in agreement.

The sky in these parts turns dark very early, and by five or six o’clock, it is already pitch black, and the temperature is very low as they followed the mountain path upward.

By the time they reached the mountainside, it was already a snowy white world, drastically different from the lush greenery below, like two entirely separate realms.

Mo Xing wrapped his arms around himself, looking toward the dark mountain peak: "Why is it so cold here, I feel like the wind is cutting through my clothes directly onto my skin."

"That’s normal; cold is meant to be penetrating. The thickest clothes can’t fend off the chill."

If it were only Ye Ling and Li Tianhao, they would have already reached the mountain peak, but with Mo Xing, they were much slower; after all, Mo Xing only had cultivation and lacked Divine Skills, unable to move like they did.

As the three of them walked, having passed halfway up, suddenly, amidst the white expanse of snow, a pair of bright green eyes snapped open, filled with an insatiable bloodlust.

"Not good! Wolves!"

Mo Xing shouted. With his realm’s transformation, his vision had enhanced to the point where he could see clearly anything small in the dark, let alone wolves, medium-sized animals.