628: Chapter 628 Provocation, Soul Severing

Cangtian Holy Land!

Taking a deep look at Princess Zixun, Hun Tiandi felt as though he had been swindled.

Could this tiny place really be the Cangtian Holy Land?

However, judging from everyone's expressions, it seemed likely that this was indeed the place.

“Who are they?” Hun Tiandi spoke softly, pointing at the hundred or so small groups with a face full of confusion.

“Well, eighty-one tokens were given to peerless experts. These powerhouses chose to reward their disciples. Now, many of those disciples are inside, and the people on the ground are there to protect them!”

Princess Zixun seemed to be extremely well-informed as she spoke slowly.

The gates of the Cangtian Holy Land opened!

Hun Tiandi, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Liu Ling followed Princess Zixun as they stepped inside. Two monks in yellow robes then walked out.

“My Buddha is merciful!” The two monks stopped the group and chanted a Buddhist greeting.

“Show it to them!” Princess Zixun said.

Immediately, Hun Tiandi, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Liu Ling each took out a token and handed them to the two monks.

Hun Tiandi's token was given to him by Dao Sword, while those of Mr. Corpse Soul and Liu Ling were found in a storage ring after Princess Zixun killed that Elder in Black.

After inspecting them, the two monks handed them back to Hun Tiandi and said calmly, “The three of you, please excuse us. This way.”

“No need, I will take them in!” Princess Zixun interrupted.

The two monks bowed to Princess Zixun and retreated into a nearby hall.

Following her all the way, the four of them arrived at the largest Zen courtyard. In the center stood a towering Great Hall, surrounded by countless formations to prevent prying and attacks.

Two monks stood on either side like guards. On the plaque above, the same four characters as outside were written.

Cangtian Holy Land!

Hun Tiandi narrowed his eyes into a slit. From the moment he stepped through the door, the inside of the hall was pitch black, with nothing to see.

It was like a black hole, resembling a peerless demonic beast opening its mouth to devour everything from the outside world.

Just like the dark night, it was incredibly mysterious.

“Let’s go!” Princess Zixun stepped inside, followed by Hun Tiandi, with Mr. Corpse Soul and Liu Ling close behind.

Their bodies trembled as the pitch-black environment changed drastically, becoming incomparably radiant.

A massive amount of light flooded his eyes, making Hun Tiandi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Behind them was the Great Hall of the Cangtian Holy Land, but before them was not a Zen courtyard, but a boundless vista.

Boundless... an alternate dimension?

Hun Tiandi understood instantly. The outside was merely an entrance. Just like within the Ancient Eight Clans, the true core experts lived in spaces opened up by Dou Sheng powerhouses.

The energy of heaven and earth was dense, suitable for the cultivation of experts.

Taking a deep look, he saw the sky filled with infinite golden clouds, though there was no sun, moon, or stars—only light.

In some places, the light was even more dazzling.

Across a great distance sat a continuous golden mountain range, winding like a dragon. In the center was a square-shaped golden mountain.

Infinite golden light cascaded from above, and the valley also burst forth with endless golden radiance.

High in the sky, there were many golden clouds, appearing both illusory and real, condensing into various human figures, though they looked somewhat blurred.

However, it was clear that they represented specific people, much like the Providence above a Heavenly Dynasty.

Within the Sea of Providence Clouds, the civil and military officials of the entire court were condensed.

Whew...

Hun Tiandi took a deep breath. As they entered, Princess Zixun had been watching their expressions; crossing between two worlds would surely fill an ordinary person with curiosity.

But the three before her were too calm. Hun Tiandi was initially surprised, but then he settled down.

And what was with his subordinates? Mr. Corpse Soul was as calm as still water, showing no reaction at all.

As for Liu Ling, he had once wandered the Central Plains and seen with his own eyes the divine statues filling the sky above the Daxuan Heavenly Dynasty. Later, with the Lingxiao Heavenly Court of the Da Zheng Imperial Dynasty, he had long since become immune to such sights.

“How is it?” Princess Zixun asked.

“As expected of the Cangtian Holy Land, it has some skill!” Hun Tiandi remarked with a slight sigh.

“Let’s go. we will stay for the time being. Once all eighty-one tokens are gathered, the formal Cangtian Grand Ceremony will begin in two months!”

“Two months?” Hun Tiandi said in surprise.

“Yes, let’s go!” Princess Zixun smiled. As they traveled, they passed many temples with many monks living within them.

The sounds of sutra chanting could also be heard.

They casually chose a room on a mountain peak.

“Rest for now!” Princess Zixun said with a smile.

“Mm.” Hun Tiandi and the other two nodded. On the morning of the second day, Hun Tiandi and Princess Zixun were drinking tea in a pavilion.

“Hun Tiandi, do you know what that place is?” Princess Zixun pointed toward a mountain forest radiating intense golden light.

Hun Tiandi shook his head slightly.

“The Buddha Tomb. It is the place where the bodies of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are buried. Once their lifespan is exhausted, they are interred there!” Princess Zixun said calmly.

“Oh? I suspect the legends of the Reincarnated Soul Children are related to these Buddha Tombs!” Hun Tiandi’s deep gaze flickered with light.

Taking a deep look at Hun Tiandi, Princess Zixun was surprised. “Impressive!”

“Get out! This Young Master has taken a liking to this place!” Suddenly, an extremely arrogant voice echoed in the ears of Hun Tiandi and Princess Zixun.

“Xiao Yingjie of the Xiao Family?” Princess Zixun frowned slightly.

“This is... looking for trouble and provoking us!” Hun Tiandi understood instantly and sneered in his heart.

Since the Xiao Family had also come to the Cangtian Holy Land this time, Xiao Yingjie’s courage had grown considerably. Relying on being within the Cangtian Holy Land, he believed Hun Tiandi would not dare to act.

“What is Xiao Yujie to you?”

“Hmph, that’s my brother, you executioner!” Xiao Yingjie said with a distorted expression.

Hearing this, Princess Zixun shook her head slightly. This Xiao Yingjie was truly a fool; such extreme provocation would have severe consequences.

Ten days ago, she had seen with her own eyes how ferocious Hun Tiandi was when he slaughtered the Blood Feather Mercenaries.

Although his cultivation appeared to be only that of an eight-star Dou Zong, his actual combat power was such that even a Dou Zun expert might not necessarily be able to defeat him.

“I see. If you provoke me further, I will beat you to death!” Hun Tiandi said with a solemn expression.

“Hahaha! You still think you’re in the Da Zheng Imperial Dynasty? This is the Central Plains!” Xiao Yingjie said arrogantly.

“Since you seek death, then this Sect Master shall grant it to you!”

“Soul Severing!”

Hun Tiandi whipped his head around, throwing a vicious glare filled with overwhelming killing intent. With a thought, the Soul Sword within his Sea of Consciousness...

...instantly erupted from his body, its domineering and sharp edge sweeping toward Xiao Yingjie.

The formless and substance-less Soul Sword, radiating Innate Sword Intent, broke through Xiao Yingjie’s soul defenses in one go.

It directly invaded his Sea of Consciousness, its matchless sword intent tearing through his soul power.

Ahhh...

Suddenly, without any warning, Xiao Yingjie began to wail shrilly. His body convulsed, and waves of pain surged from the depths of his soul.

It felt as if he were being sliced into a thousand pieces; he rolled frantically on the ground.

Blood began to flow from his seven orifices, making him look extremely wretched.

“He...” Princess Zixun was astonished. How could he have suffered such an injury out of nowhere?

Hun Tiandi’s Soul Technique, the Soul Weapon Art, possessed the ultimate power of slaughter. This sword strike against the soul had damaged the very soul source.

Recovery would take a very long time unless he had natural treasures that could mend the soul source.

Such as a Soul Infant Fruit or Spirit Dragon Heavenly Grass.

Bang!

An unparalleled soul force struck fiercely from the outside, interrupting Hun Tiandi’s soul attack. His body trembled as he withdrew his power.

“Who is it?” Hun Tiandi said coldly.

“My Buddha is merciful!” A monk walked out, his aura vigorous. Behind him followed a familiar figure—a woman in a magnificent dress, her pair of beautiful legs particularly eye-catching.

Xiao Yu of the Xiao Family!

“A severe soul injury? Sir, your actions are far too cruel!” The monk inspected Xiao Yingjie and found his soul injury was grave; the young man had fallen into a coma.

He looked at Hun Tiandi with a darkened face.

Xiao Yu was filled with rage as she stared at Hun Tiandi. Knowing it was not the time to strike, she supported Xiao Yingjie and quickly left.