235: Chapter 235 The Heavenly Phoenix Emperor

Xu Jianan lowered his voice, a gleam flashing in his cloudy old eyes: "Young Master, you may not know this, but when I broke into that Secret Realm, I was chased for half a day by the remnant soul of an ancient Yao Beast, and I stumbled into an altar. On that altar was a wisp of a remnant Divine Thought, claiming to be a powerful figure from the Northern Plains ten thousand years ago. He told me that deep within the ancestral grounds of the Cangming Clan, a drop of the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor's Emperor's blood is sealed."

"The Heavenly Phoenix Emperor?" Old Turtle's ears twitched, and the reins in his hands tightened involuntarily.

He poked half his head inside, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock. "Is it truly the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor's Emperor's blood?!"

"Yes!" Xu Jianan slapped his thigh, which pulled at his wound, making him wince in pain, yet he still could not suppress his excitement. "That powerful figure's remnant soul said that this drop of Emperor's blood was accidentally obtained by the ancestors of the Cangming Clan in an ancient Secret Realm. It was the last drop of essence blood left by the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor before passing away, and it contains the complete Emperor Realm Law. The Cangming Clan sealed it within the altar of their ancestral grounds, suppressed it with secret arts, and have guarded it for generations; outsiders know nothing about it."

The carriage was silent for a moment, save for the faint sound of wheels crushing the snow.

Shen Qingyuan's slender fingers lightly tapped the edge of the animal skin map, his gaze falling on the ancient Seal script as he became lost in thought. "Phoenix Emperor's blood... does that drop of Emperor's blood still exist now?"

Xu Jianan nodded. "The remnant soul said that the Emperor's blood has been sealed by the Cangming Clan using secret arts and has not been used for ten thousand years. But he also said that recently, the spiritual energy in the Northern Plains has changed drastically, and the Luck of heaven and earth is surging. The Seal seems to have loosened, and I fear the aura of the Emperor's blood has already leaked out."

Old Turtle clicked his tongue. "If the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor's Emperor's blood truly appears in the world, I fear people from the Heavenly Yao Ancestral Grounds will come as well. The Phoenix Clan will definitely spare no cost to reclaim the Emperor's blood."

As a member of the Yao Race, he knew better than anyone the terror of the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor.

The Yao Race of the Southern Heaven had produced many Emperors over hundreds of thousands of years, but among all the Yao Race Emperors, the one with the greatest prestige was this Heavenly Phoenix Emperor.

It is rumored that the Heavenly Phoenix Emperor had already touched the Realm above the Emperor Realm, but unfortunately, for unknown reasons, he suddenly passed away later on.

But regardless, as a former supreme powerhouse of the Yao Race, the Emperor's blood he left behind was enough to drive the entire Yao Race to madness.

With the Emperor's blood appearing in the world, the supreme powerhouses of the Yao Race in the Heavenly Yao Ancestral Grounds would surely appear as well.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Shen Qingyuan.

While the Heavenly Yao Ancestral Grounds certainly had supreme powerhouses of the Yao Race, if compared to the Venerable One, those supreme powerhouses would definitely be no match.

As long as the Venerable One takes action, everyone else will be working in vain this time.

"Young Master." At this moment, Luo Qingyue, who had been silent on the side, suddenly looked up at Shen Qingyuan and said, "Once the news of the Emperor's blood spreads, Tiansha Abyss will likely not miss such a supreme treasure, especially since the Master of Tiansha Abyss was blocked by you and failed to obtain the Quasi-Emperor Realm corpse. I fear he will pin his hopes on this Emperor's blood."

Xu Jianan was stunned upon hearing this. He turned his head to look at Luo Qingyue and asked in a somewhat dazed manner, "Tiansha Abyss? How did the affairs of the Northern Plains get involved with Tiansha Abyss again? Aren't those Devil Heads staying perfectly fine in the Central Province?"

Luo Qingyue smiled and explained, "A few days ago, a Sacred Tower appeared in Yuyang City, which attracted the Master of Tiansha Abyss. He wanted to snatch the two Quasi-Emperor Realm corpses in Venerable Chiling's Sacred Tower, but he was scared off by the Young Master."

The hand holding the wine gourd shook violently, and the wine almost spilled out.

He widened his eyes, his entire body stiffening in mid-air as if someone had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and his voice even changed pitch. "The Master of Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen? That Ye Chen who is at the Peak of the Saint King Realm and only one step away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm?!"

He had also traveled the world, so he was naturally no stranger to the renowned Master of Tiansha Abyss.

That was the universally acknowledged supreme powerhouse of the world, the number one person below the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

Such a terrifying existence was actually scared into fleeing in panic by the Young Master?!

Shen Qingyuan gave an "En" sound without even lifting his eyelids.

Xu Jianan opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. It took him a long while to squeeze out a sentence: "Young Master is amazing! Truly worthy of being number one in the world!"

Shen Qingyuan could not be bothered to respond to this, only lifting his finger to lightly tap the four characters "Cangming Ancestral Grounds" on the animal skin map. "Tiansha Abyss is already in action. There are many Tiansha Abyss Cultivators in the Northern Plains now; they probably knew the news long ago."

After arriving in the Northern Plains, he had noticed that there were many Tiansha Abyss Cultivators in the region.

Originally, he had some doubts, but now that he knew about the news of the Emperor's blood, he understood.

Tiansha Abyss had set its sights on the Emperor's blood!

Shen Qingyuan put away the animal skin map, tapped his knees with his fingertips, and said indifferently after a moment: "Change course, go to the Cangming Clan."

--- The Far North.

The carriage traveled for another half day along a main road frozen white by ice and snow. The sky gradually sank from leaden gray into a dark, deep blue, as if the boundary between day and night had become blurred in this land of extreme cold.

Shen Qingyuan lifted the carriage curtain and took a look.

On the distant horizon, the outline of a huge city was slowly emerging like a giant beast lurking in the ice and snow. Its entire body was built from a mixture of ten-thousand-year permafrost and black iron. The city walls shimmered with a dull iron-gray color, and their surfaces were carved with dense runes that emitted a faint spiritual light under the dim sky.

Beiming City.

The Foundation of the Cangming Clan.

The only huge city in the Far North of the Northern Plains, and also the northernmost human settlement in the Cangxuan Great World.

The city walls were towering, reaching several tens of zhang in height. The plaque above the city gate was carved with the two characters "Beiming" in ancient Seal script, written with vigorous strokes that faintly exuded an ancient and oppressive aura.

But what truly made Shen Qingyuan's gaze pause slightly was the long line of people at the city gate.

Cultivators in various attire gathered from all directions. Some were wrapped in thick furs, some were riding snow beasts, and some even looked dusty as if they had traveled tens of thousands of miles. Their brows carried an unconcealable exhaustion, yet their eyes were frighteningly bright.

"There are certainly quite a lot of people."

Old Turtle poked half his head in from the carriage shaft and lowered his voice: "Young Master, I fear the news of the Emperor's blood has already leaked out."

Luo Qingyue also lifted the curtain to take a look, a flash of realization crossing her cold, clear eyes: "Since the news of the Emperor's blood has leaked, Beiming City has naturally become the center of the vortex. Even if some people know they cannot compete for the Emperor's blood, they will still come with the mentality of picking up scraps; it would be strange if there weren't many people."

Xu Jianan leaned against the carriage wall, touched his shoulder which had already formed a thick scab, and clicked his tongue: "With the news of the Emperor's blood spreading, there is no way the Cangming Clan can keep the Emperor's blood."

Shen Qingyuan did not respond, only gazing at the huge city gate for a moment before leaning back against the soft cushion.

The carriage followed the flow of people into the city. Entering the city, a wide main street stretched straight ahead, with shops lining both sides; it was countless times livelier than Mobei City.