8: Chapter 8 Sacred Mountain and Ancient Pagoda

"Fellow Daoist, please don't kill me..."

The Yao Beast was battered and covered in blood, suffering severe injuries, and it cried out for mercy from within the crater.

Ye Xiu slowly walked to the edge of the crater and looked down at the dark green Yao Beast inside: "What kind of thing are you, and why did you attack me?"

"I am Feng Li of the Wind Yao Race. I saw you standing alone earlier and intended to take your Yao Crystal, but..."

"You're quite honest."

Can the Yao Race devour each other's Yao Crystals as well?

This is actually good news. At the very least, they are not a monolith. For humanity, the current environment is not the absolute worst it could be.

Ye Xiu cast a cold glance at Feng Li in the crater below.

He gathered power in his fist, preparing to finish him off.

Seeing this, Feng Li hurriedly cried out: "Fellow Daoist, I know of a place with a supreme treasure. Don't kill me, I will take you there."

"A place with a supreme treasure? Are you trying to lure me into a trap?" Ye Xiu was somewhat skeptical. This Wind Yao had ambushed him the moment they met; it definitely wasn't a good creature.

"Fellow Daoist, I am telling the truth. With your physique, you will definitely be able to enter."

"Oh? Tell me about it. If you dare to lie to me, you can go ahead and die."

Seeing that Ye Xiu was interested, Feng Li dared not waste any time: "Beyond this forest, there is a Divine Mountain. At the peak, there is a heaven-reaching ancient tower that surely holds an extremely ancient Legacy. If you don't believe me, I can take you there."

Ye Xiu did not speak.

He looked at Feng Li in silence for a long time before saying: "Fine. Come up. If it is true, I will spare your life."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Feng Li climbed up and slowly flew out of the crater, but before he could steady himself...

Ye Xiu had already grabbed him and slammed him hard onto the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?" Feng Li looked at Ye Xiu standing on him, spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, and spoke with a gloomy expression.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and get moving. I don't have that much time to spend here with you."

"Get moving? Are you using me as a mount?" Feng Li spat out another mouthful of blood, this time from anger.

"If you don't want to die, stop talking nonsense and get a move on. I'll only give you ten seconds to consider it." Ye Xiu couldn't be bothered with chatter and began to apply pressure with his foot.

"Fe... Fellow Daoist, I'll go, won't I? Please don't do anything..."

Feeling the terrifying force on his body, Feng Li dared not say anything else and hurriedly took to the air with Ye Xiu.

As their altitude gradually increased.

Ye Xiu nodded in satisfaction. The feeling of flying through the air was simply great, and his field of vision had broadened considerably.

After flying for about a few minutes.

Ye Xiu suddenly asked: "What is your cultivation level? Why are you so fragile?"

The previously silent Feng Li twitched his mouth awkwardly: "It is because you are too powerful, Fellow Daoist. My Sky-Soaring Realm Third Grade cultivation is far inferior."

"Lingkong Third Grade, and you're this weak?"

Hearing the answer, Ye Xiu was taken aback. He hadn't expected a Yao Race member at the Sky-Soaring Realm to be this weak.

Feng Li dared not refute him.

The Cultivator stepping on him was too strong; a single punch had directly smashed him into severe injury. This attack intensity was likely at least Sky-Soaring Realm Sixth Grade or higher.

"What is the situation with you Wind Yao Race?"

Ye Xiu asked again, very curious about the current situation of the Yao Race.

Logically speaking, the Spiritual Qi recovery had only just begun; there shouldn't be that many Yao Beasts.

"I am part of the first batch of Wind Yao Race to transform. The number of transformed Yao in the clan is not high; including me, there are only five," Feng Li answered honestly.

Currently, the Yao Race members capable of transforming were basically powerful existences.

He was truly unlucky today to have run into Ye Xiu. Otherwise, by hunting untransformed Yao Beasts, his strength could have increased significantly.

"The first batch of transformed Yao Race?"

Ye Xiu frowned slightly, stayed silent for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Are there any very powerful existences among the Yao Race?"

"The most powerful existence I have encountered in these two days is you."

Is the Yao Race this weak?

But how could a Yao King appear that was capable of battling Sikong Tianwen?

Ye Xiu was very puzzled. He exerted force with his foot and stomped down: "I have seen a Yao King capable of controlling unintelligent Yao Beasts. You actually don't know about this?"

Pfft.

Feng Li was shaken by the powerful force and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Capable of controlling Yao Beasts? That must be the Royal Clan."

"Royal Clan?"

"Yes, the Royal Clan. Their numbers are very few, but each one is terrifyingly strong. Once they transform, they are Sky-Soaring Realm existences. Compared to us common Yao Race, they are like heaven and earth."

"There's such a thing? How do you know?"

Ye Xiu's expression turned somewhat ugly. According to what this guy said, if the Royal Clan of the Yao Race were numerous, how could they even fight? They are Sky-Soaring Realm existences the moment they transform.

Feng Li looked back at Ye Xiu with some curiosity: "It is recorded in our Bloodline Legacy."

"There is even a Legacy..."

Ye Xiu was somewhat speechless. The strength of the Yao Race truly surprised him.

Among the Top Ten Martial Sages, to what extent must the Yao Race members on the list be powerful? Do they reach the Mingdao Realm upon transformation? Have they transformed yet?

Sigh...

He sighed and said nothing more.

Seeing that Ye Xiu was in a bad mood, Feng Li dared not say anything more. He controlled his figure and accelerated toward the Divine Mountain region.

This boring journey lasted for an entire day.

It wasn't until nightfall that they flew out of the Endless Forest and arrived at the foot of a Divine Mountain.

This mountain towered into the clouds, with no end in sight at a glance.

Feng Li was severely injured, and after a day of flying, he was already looking sickly.

"Hurry up. If the place you mentioned doesn't exist, prepare to die." Ye Xiu felt no sympathy whatsoever. Those not of his kind, if they died, they died; he would not feel any guilt.

"Fellow Daoist... don't be anxious. I will take you up right now."

After Feng Li finished speaking weakly, he forced himself to summon his spirit and began flying upward.

As their altitude gradually increased.

The appearance of the Divine Mountain began to come into view.

The steep mountainside was lush with greenery, filled with strange rocks, and occasionally, many untransformed Yao Beasts could be seen playing among them.

When the altitude reached ten thousand meters.

The two of them finally saw that there was indeed an ancient tower at the mountain peak.

"Fellow Daoist, we have arrived."

Feng Li controlled his flight and landed on a rock at the peak.

Ye Xiu did not speak.

A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes.

With just a single kick, he kicked the severely injured Feng Li into a mist of blood.

"Sorry, I broke my word..."

After doing all this.

He looked at the ancient tower in front of him, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity.

The pressure here was very strong.

Even from several miles away, he could still feel the oppressive force of the ancient tower.

This tower is not simple.