Soul Emperor Martial God

Mist Mountain Range.

Xiao Yi surveyed the road ahead.

According to his previous understanding, the Mist Mountain Range was extraordinarily vast.

Though called a mountain range, it actually contained hundreds and thousands of great mountains with exceedingly complex terrain inside.

Of course, this place was also a gathering ground for many Demon Hunters and a training ground for martial artists.

However, whether Demon Hunters or martial artists in training, none dared to venture too deep, at most only within a thousand-mile radius.

It was once recorded that a Heavenly Extreme Peak martial artist forcefully ventured deep into the Mist Mountain Range.

After advancing ten thousand miles, he instantly got lost within.

In the end, he stumbled his way out by sheer luck.

Moreover, even after escaping, this martial artist became deranged and, within three days, his Dao Heart completely collapsed, his cultivation dispersed, and he ended up a cripple.

No one knew what he encountered or what happened to him.

All they knew was that he emerged with a terrified expression as if he had encountered something extremely horrifying.

Xiao Yi frowned.

He was not afraid of so-called rumors.

A martial artist, with his cultivation, dares to vie with the heavens and battle the earth, what is there to fear?

The reason for his frown was the surprisingly vast Mist Mountain Range, making it immensely difficult to find a person within it.

No one knew exactly how large this mountain range was.

It was only known to stretch tens of thousands of miles.

Once past five thousand miles, the danger level escalates rapidly, akin to a forbidden area; beyond ten thousand miles, nobody knows.

"Such thick fog." Xiao Yi looked ahead, pondering.

True to its name, the Mist Mountain Range was shrouded in dense fog all year round.

Traveling within, the vision of ordinary martial artists greatly diminished.

Even with Xiao Yi's eyesight, he could only see up to a thousand meters.

"Hmm?" Just as Xiao Yi was frowning in thought, he suddenly furrowed his brows tightly.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly.

"Such a strong scent of blood." Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

Indeed, at this moment, the fog was permeated with a strong scent of blood.

"It's the blood of martial artists, and the scent is still fresh." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold, and his figure moved, instantly disappearing into the fog.

Originally, he had no direction.

But now, he was tracking in the direction of the blood scent.

Normally, in such a vast area, coupled with the dense fog, it would be difficult to track even with a scent of blood.

Even experienced Demon Hunters would find it difficult to pursue.

But for Xiao Yi, this was simply a basic tracking method.

After a dozen minutes, Xiao Yi stopped leaping.

In front of him, on the ground, lay a dozen corpses.

No... there's one person still alive, "Save... save me..."

Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure flashed, instantly arriving in front of the martial artist.

Kneeling on one knee, he checked for a moment and his face changed drastically, "How is this possible."

The martial artist before him was barely clinging to life, urgently uttering the words 'save me'.

This proved the martial artist was still alive.

With Xiao Yi's current skills, even a gravely injured ordinary martial artist, as long as alive, could be saved.

However, upon examination, he found that this martial artist had no vitality left inside.

This was the reason for his drastic change of expression.

Vitality completely dissipated, beyond saving, even a Holy-grade Alchemist couldn't bring him back to life.

The martial artist struggled for a few seconds, weakly clutching Xiao Yi, then uttered his final words, "Run."

As he finished, his arm fell weakly.

This martial artist was completely dead.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold, "Demon beasts?"

This was the Mist Dangerous Land, where Demon Hunters hunted and martial artists trained.

Encountering demon beast attacks and falling here wasn't odd.

But the blood scent Xiao Yi detected was so dense that it indicated the simultaneous death of at least several hundred martial artists.

Here lay at most a dozen corpses.

Moreover, the most noticeable thing was the expression of terror on all of their faces.

The dense scent of blood still lingered in the air.

Xiao Yi flashed again, continuing his pursuit.

A few minutes later, he halted again.

Before him lay another dozen corpses.

Their expressions were identical to the ones he'd encountered before, filled with terror.

...

An hour later, Xiao Yi abruptly stopped walking.

During this time, he had encountered countless martial artist corpses, no less than several hundred, their expressions after death exactly the same.

It was evident these hundreds were not from the same group.

They were scattered among various Demon Hunting Teams or training martial artists.

The reason he halted was that he suddenly realized that his pursuit of the blood scent had led him continuously deeper.

Indeed, he had been proceeding deeper, advancing towards the direction of the Mist Mountain Range, known as the forbidden area.

Moreover, the further he advanced, the denser the surrounding fog.

At this point, Xiao Yi's visible range was only a few hundred meters.

"Already advanced over four thousand miles." Xiao Yi recalled his journey; it was indeed over four thousand miles.

This also meant that it would become extremely dangerous if he advanced another thousand miles.

"No matter." Xiao Yi shook his head.

The strong scent of blood still lingered.

This indicated that the person he was searching for might also be in danger.

If anything happened, he would lose the triple Task Points reward.

With this thought, Xiao Yi leapt forward again, advancing directly.

The five-thousand-mile range was reached in an instant.

Xiao Yi continued pursuing without stopping.

Along the way, he continued to encounter corpses of martial artists.

However, he didn't encounter any danger.

From the moment he entered the Mist Mountain Range, he would occasionally find demon beasts, but they posed no threat to him.

Upon entering this five-thousand-mile range, the level of demon beasts was noticeably higher.

He encountered several dozen Level 9 demon beasts.

And the martial artist corpses he saw there, each emitted powerful auras.

All of their cultivation levels were above the Heavenly Extreme Realm, with quite a few Late Stage Heavenly Extreme as well.

Xiao Yi investigated their corpses.

There were no wounds on the bodies, not even signs of a struggle.

The only thing in common was the terror on their faces.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi cursed coldly.

The further he advanced, the more intense the unease in his heart grew.

He did not know the source of this unease.

He only knew that it was a martial artist's instinct.

Xiao Yi continued to race forward. He sensed that the person he sought was closely related to these eerie occurrences.

More than half an hour later.

Xiao Yi halted once more.

Because he had reached the nine-thousand-mile range.

Advancing further would lead into the unknown.

According to the legend, that deranged Heavenly Extreme Peak martial artist had started to get lost upon entering this range.

It was documented that no martial artist had dared to step into the Fangcun Territory for countless years.

"Have I really entered inside?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

The person he sought suddenly vanished without a trace; the most likely reason was that they had ventured into this ten-thousand-mile range and got lost.

This was the only explanation Xiao Yi could think of now.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi moved again, advancing directly.

In only a moment, he set foot into the ten-thousand-mile range.

At the same time, the dense blood scent in the mist vanished.

It disappeared without a trace, so suddenly as if it had never existed.

"How is this possible?" Xiao Yi's eyes widened in shock.

...

The third update.