Nine Revolutions Star Technique

"You found it?" Ye Qingchen was rather surprised. "Where is the tomb?"

"In the Quanrong Mountain outside the city!" Zheng Jiuling said hurriedly.

Ye Qingchen nodded slightly.

Quanrong Mountain was a gigantic mountain range thirteen hundred li away from Da Feng City. This range stretched on for several thousand li, the largest in the vicinity. There were quite a few demonic beasts in the mountains; it was where disciples under the Celestial Dao Sect honed themselves in real combat.

"This mountain sits on a key earth vein. For a Celestial Immortal Tomb to appear here is no surprise." Ye Qingchen nodded, swept a glance at Zheng Jiuling. "Aside from the Celestial Immortal Tomb, there should be other issues, yes?"

Zheng Jiuling bowed slightly, then said, "Indeed. News of the Celestial Immortal Tomb has already spread, and many people have gathered outside Quanrong Mountain."

Ye Qingchen frowned slightly.

But soon he let it go.

After all.

Even figures as far away as the xtreme North, like Withered Bone Ancestor's group, could obtain news of the Celestial Immortal Tomb; how could others not? Those Earth Immortals who learned of it would inevitably be like sharks smelling blood, rushing over regardless of cost.

If things weren't handled properly, it would likely turn into yet another heaven-shocking Earth Immortal war.

With only the four from Withered Bone Ancestor's side, they naturally couldn't withstand such a situation.

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Ye Qingchen rose to his full height.

After leaving Da Feng City, the two headed straight for Quanrong Mountain. Looking from afar, the vast Quanrong range, with countless peaks, was like overlapping dog fangs, appearing exceptionally precipitous and steep.

Once they entered the mountain.

Zheng Jiuling finally explained in detail:

"Other than us, there are two more forces eyeing this Celestial Immortal Tomb. One side is the Loose Cultivators. They're numerous, but not the biggest problem. As for the other side…!"

Because most cultivation holy lands in the Kunlun Realm were monopolized by various Major Sects and clans,

many Loose Cultivators chose to band together.

However.

Though they had numbers, they were still a motley rabble.

"Who is the other faction?" Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes.

"The Buddhist Vajra Temple!" Zheng Jiuling said. "This time, they've sent out six Three-star Elders, each roughly at the Earth Immortal Sixth Layer…"

"The Vajra Temple actually dispatched so many people?" Ye Qingchen frowned slightly.

Six veteran Earth Immortals.

If this were in the xtreme North, they would be gods blocked and gods slain, buddhas blocked and buddhas killed. Add to that the numbers of the Loose Cultivators, and no wonder even Withered Bone Ancestor's group felt it was thorny and immediately sought his aid.

"Mr. Ye, can you handle them?" Zheng Jiuling asked cautiously.

When he came back to ask for help, the sides had already fought once.

Facing the Loose Cultivators and the Vajra Temple, Withered Bone Ancestor's group really did not hold much advantage. He knew that in such a situation it was like big fish eating small fish.

Without sufficient strength, let alone exploring the tomb, they might simply be swallowed whole by other forces.

"The Vajra Temple is indeed somewhat troublesome, but it will only cost me a bit more effort." Ye Qingchen stroked his chin, his voice heavy. "If they retreat obediently, that will be the end of it. If they're unwilling, then we'll make sure they come and never return."

As he spoke.

A cold gleam flashed in Ye Qingchen's eyes.

...

Inside Quanrong Mountain, in a certain valley.

The valley was a scene of devastation.

Chu Zhongyun, Withered Bone Ancestor and the other three, under Zheng Jiuling's guidance, had searched all the way here and found the location of the Celestial Immortal Tomb.

But who would have thought.

Before they could begin exploring the tomb, two other factions had already slaughtered their way in. Compared to them, their side instead became the weakest. Only because the three sides formed a tripod, wary of each other, could they barely hold on for now.

At this moment.

In the valley stood a Bronze Gate, looming in the mist, streams of light flowing over it.

And around this Bronze Gate, the three factions confronted one another.

One side had the most people, and the most variety: Evil Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, all manner of weapons on display—this was the Loose Cultivator side, with several hundred people. Another side had only six, all monks wearing Kasayas, faces solemn.

The last side, naturally, was Withered Bone Ancestor and the xtreme North group.

"When will Mr. Ye get here?"

Chu Zhongyun now had none of his prior free and unrestrained demeanor; his eyes were full of anger and anxiety. He had repeatedly noticed that both the Loose Cultivators and the monks of the Vajra Temple showed signs of restlessness.

Once they could no longer suppress themselves, his side would likely become the target of concentrated fire from the other two factions!

"Zheng Jiuling has already gone to inform them. They should be here before long."

Withered Bone Ancestor said in a low voice.

"That's good." Chu Zhongyun breathed out quietly. With Ye Qingchen's strength plus their four, even if they couldn't beat back the Vajra Temple and the Loose Cultivators, they could at least press them down to negotiate.

Just then.

The six monks of the Vajra Temple seemed unable to sit still any longer and stood up abruptly. The tension in the air, already tight, became even more oppressive.

"They're making a move?"

Withered Bone Ancestor's heart sank at the sight.

As his thoughts turned.

They saw.

On the Loose Cultivator side, an elder in a Blood Robe with a gloomy face strode out, looking coldly at the Vajra Temple.

And from the Vajra Temple's side, a giant monk half-clad in a Kasaya, one side of his chest bare, nine feet tall and shaped like an iron tower, pressed his palms together and spoke:

"This Celestial Immortal Tomb shall belong to those with the strength to claim it. Rather than the three of us standing in a deadlock, guarding against each other and dragging this on, why don't we each take a step back and decide matters through a martial contest. Whoever loses will withdraw and shall no longer vie for the tomb!"

"What say you?"

The monk's voice was like a great bell, deafening.

Those below Earth Immortal only felt thunder pounding in their ears, Qi Blood surging.

"I agree!"

On the Loose Cultivator side, the Blood Robe Elder answered directly.

Immediately.

The monks of the Vajra Temple turned their gaze toward the xtreme North group.

"Fine!"

Chu Zhongyun hesitated for a moment, then still agreed.

"Since this proposal came from our Vajra Temple, we will take the first turn." The leading giant monk turned to look behind him and called out in a deep voice, "Fa An!"

As his words fell, a monk likewise half-draped in a Kasaya, chest bare, skin the color of ancient bronze, strode quickly out. His hands were pressed together, posture devout, yet the provocative glint in his eyes kept sweeping back and forth over the xtreme North group and the Loose Cultivator faction.

"A nameless junior dares look down on me?"

Wu Yurong snorted coldly at the sight, and the white lion beneath his feet let out a roar.

However.

The Loose Cultivator side moved faster.

"Great Monk, you won't fight yourself and actually send out a Little Monk?" The Blood Robe Elder gave a cold laugh and shouted, "Jin Lie, this Little Monk is yours!"

As his words fell.

From the Loose Cultivator camp came a clear sword cry, and then a figure shot out at high speed. In the depths of countless pupils, that sword light suddenly spread open like a peacock fanning its tail.

In an instant.

Heaven and earth, everywhere one could see, was filled with surging sword shadows and streaming sword light. In that moment it completely shrouded this patch of sky and land, leaving nowhere to flee.

With this strike,

he displayed the cultivation and strength of the Earth Immortal Fifth Layer to the fullest!

"It's Jin Lie!"

Yue Tianyi's gaze sharpened, his face extremely grave:

"I didn't expect him to come as well! His Swordsmanship has grown even more refined than decades ago!"

On the Loose Cultivator side, cheers erupted, faces full of triumph as they looked toward the monks of the Vajra Temple. Clearly, their confidence in Jin Lie's move was absolute.

Yet.

The Little Monk named Fa An, facing this overwhelming sea of sword shadows, only bared his teeth in a disdainful grin:

"Petty trick!"

"Behold my Vajra Dharma!"

They saw.

As his words fell, he pressed his palms together and let out a deep shout.

In an instant, his aura changed dramatically.

As if a Vajra had descended, a Bodhisattva manifested in the world.

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