Chosen Man
Jade Town
In the end, everything depended on Zhuan Long's decision.
Facing Feng Zun's gaze, Zhuan Long's body trembled. He bowed and said, "It is my dream fortune to be able to follow you Mr. Feng."
His voice could not hide his anticipation and excitement.
Feng Zun nodded and said, "In the future, I will ask Yin Ying to tell you the rules to become my follower."
Yin Ying, who was originally nervous and agitated, was already very excited and excited at this moment. He hurriedly nodded when he heard this and said, "Don't worry, Young Master. Leave that small matter to me."
Haoran could only sigh with emotion upon seeing this. No matter if it was Yin Ying or Zhuan Long, they were two cultivators of the Spiritual Beast. Since they could be on Feng Zun's side, then their future would definitely be bright!
"Let's go.
Feng Zun had no intention of wasting any more time.
The group immediately left the Green Ice Valley, and crossed the sky above the Pyton Cloud Mountain, and shot off into the distance.
On the other side of the Pyton Cloud Mountain was the southern region of the Long Empire, the Southern Prefectural Region.
Among the nineteen prefectures of the Long Empire, the Southern Prefecture had over ten cultivation factions and over a hundred cities.
The Yin Yang Sect and the Spiritual Vein Sect that had previously opposed Feng Zun and the others were factions in this Southern Region.
It was only one prefecture, yet there were already so many Immortal experts among the major countries. One could imagine how frightening the cultivation foundation of the entire Long Empire was right now.
Even if all the cultivation forces from all over the continent on the Luo mainland were put together together, perhaps they could only be comparable to the Southern Region of the Long Empire!
No wonder the Long Empire had always been a hegemon in the Middle Continent.
"Young Master, after passing the Pyton Cloud Mountain, we will reach the 'Giok City', which is the southernmost part of the Southern Prefecture."
On the way, Haoran said, "Among the hundreds of cities in the Southern Region, Jade Town is also called Little Jade. Many cultivators in this city were ghost cultivators. Even some common folk customs are tainted with deviant beliefs due to the teachings of many demons and ghosts."
"For example, there are many coffin shops in Jade City. There was also the largest City God Temple in the city that always paid homage to the god statue called the 'Nether Serpent God'."
"In addition, there was a ghost cultivator power called 'Secte Fiend Ghost' that was headquartered in the city. It was said that this power was somewhat mysterious and had many branches in many places in the Long Empire."
When he heard that, Feng Zun was stunned and said in surprise, "There is a Ghost Fiend Sect in Long Empire?"
Feng Zun had once killed one of the elders of this Ghost Fiend Sect, he was one of the ranks that Madam Ming Fei had brought back at that time.
He had originally thought that the evil sect was just an evil faction scattered in the border area of the Han Empire or the Zhou Empire.
Unexpectedly, there was one in the Long Empire!
Moreover it seemed like the ghost cultivator faction was openly known within the Long Empire!
"Not only the Long Empire, the Feng Empire also has a branch of the Ghost Fiend Sect."
Haoran again said, "It is said that almost all of the ghost cultivators in the Luo Mainland may have joined the Ghost Fiend Sect. They worshipped one god that they referred to as the Snake God Nether and considered themselves as the successor of the Ghost Fiend Sect."
"However, even though they were all under the auspices of the Ghost Fiend Sect, each of their groups were not intact. They are like scattered sand, each doing his own business."
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "It is said that this situation is related to the faction called the Dark Hall of the Netherworld 50,000 years ago."
"At that time, the Dark Hall of the Netherworld was the number one ghost cultivator's orthodoxy in the Luo Mainland. It had an extremely strong foundation and the ghost cultivator experts below it were everywhere and scattered all over the world."
“It is said that the first hall master of the Netherworld Dark Hall was the figure of the Peak Immortal God of the Nether World. His name was Immortal Emperor Netherworld."
"Now, although many years had passed, in the hearts of all ghost cultivators, the Netherworld Dark Hall was still the 'Holy Land' in their hearts. The 'Snake God' statue they trusted was said to be the number one Guardian image standing beside the Netherworld Immortal Emperor. He was also known as the 'Host King Mingluo'."
After hearing that, Feng Zun vaguely understood and felt familiar with the name.
Ghost King Mingluo was the same person as the figure of the painting in the Ruins Hall belonging to Lady Lianzao, back then Feng Zun fought with Lady Lianzao and managed to obtain the painting of Great Lord Mingluo.
All the ghost cultivators in the world viewed the "Netherworld Dark Hall" from 50,000 years ago as their holy land. It was no wonder that his branch faction appeared everywhere.
On the other hand, the name of Ghost King Mingluo, the first Master of the Dark Hall of the Netherworld, had piqued Feng Zun's interest.
In the past his teacher had told him about the Nether world. However, he had never heard that the world was actually on the Luo mainland 50 thousand years ago.
Could it be that this person was a figure who reached the highest Dao and became the first Immortal God Peak on the Luo mainland?
"Young Master, look, in the distance is the Jade City of the Southern Prefecture!"
As they spoke, they had passed the Python Cloud Mountain and arrived at a vast and empty expanse of land. Haoran pointed to the distance as he spoke.
Feng Zun raised his eyes and looked up. From afar, he could see the outline of a city appearing on the ground. In the sky above the city, the evil qi and aura of the mortal world were intertwined and turbulent.
"There are many Yin ghosts in this place. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a dense Yin ghostly aura."
As Feng Zun pondered, he said, "Let's see that city."
This was the first day he entered the Long Empire, and it was also the border city of the Long Empire. However, this city has a different atmosphere to other cities.
This naturally piqued Feng Zun's interest.
As they approached the city, they saw that it was extremely majestic. The city walls were over a thousand feet high, and were covered with molten iron. It was entirely black, as if it was made of iron. A rune was carved on it, and even during the day, they shone with a dim spiritual light.
The soldiers stationed on the city walls were all wearing strong armor. They all had Nascent Soul and Nirwana realms, with powerful bodies and soaring essence energy. Their aura was intimidating.
When they entered the city, there seemed to be a bustling sight.
Although this place was called a small town, after all it was just a city in the mortal world, and most of the people scattered throughout the city were ordinary citizens.
However, it was different from the cities that Feng Zun had entered before. Along the way, there were many martial artists carrying swords, Nascent Soul and Nirwana.
Furthermore, in just an instant, Feng Zun sensed the auras of over ten Mortal Realm cultivators!
This is too shocking.
In the Zhou Empire, the Han Empire, and others, it was impossible to find a city with this kind of power.
Many streaks of light streak across the sky from time to time.
It was clear that a cultivator with a low status, they were flying with flying swords. Perhaps they were important figures of a clan.
Regardless of whether it was commoners or martial artists in the city, they were already used to such a scene. Obviously, they had seen it many times.
If it was in the Han Imperial Dynasty and if they were to meet the cultivators flying across the sky, they would definitely be worshipped by commoners as gods.
That's difference!
"One day, if I enter the Nascent Soul realm, I will fly freely in the sky above the city and make the people who look down on me stare with their eyes wide open!"
Along the way, several martial artists said hatefully. They look jealous.
"In your dreams! What kind of person do you think is a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator? He is one in a million! He was truly a great figure in the world and his lifespan extended for hundreds of years. For cultivators like us, if we want to enter the Nascent Soul Stage, we must first enter the powerful sect. Without the guidance of an immortal master, you will not be able to break through even if you cultivate for another hundred years!"
Someone sneered.
"No, who in the Long Empire did not know that in a few years, that resplendent Great Era would definitely arrive? At that time, the world would change drastically and spiritual qi would erupt. Countless chances and luck would appear. At that time, we just need to seize the opportunity and there will definitely be a possibility to reach the highest Dao and stand on top of the world!"
Some of them sound confident.
After hearing this discussion, Feng Zun sighed sadly. In the Han Dynasty, how many martial artists in the world knew about that Era?
However, in the Long Empire, it seemed that everyone knew about that Era!
*The new era in question is a great prediction of the occurrence of a completely different time. It was the time when the Ancient Guardians Energy completely collapsed, which would result in all the shackled ancient beings going free.
“No wonder Princess Hanmei insisted on coming to the Long Empire. Compared to this place, the Han Empire is indeed only a small country.”.
"Young Master Feng, why don't we find a restaurant to rest in?"
Haoran asked.
"May also."
Feng Zun nodded.
However, right at this moment, waves of music sounded from afar, and his tone was solemn and silent as it swept into the distance.
Feng Zun raised his eyes and looked up, and he saw an ancient temple that was very far away. It occupied an area of over 5km, and there were rows and rows of buildings within the temple, causing it to be extremely majestic and luxurious.
Music came from the depths of the ancient temple.
"Yes God! One hundred spirits have played music! This was definitely a sign of the arrival of a great figure from the Ghost Fiend Sect, and they were going to make offerings to the Snake God Nether in the City God Temple!
On the street, someone screamed in fear.
"It was said that the Ghost Fiend Sect had recently chosen a new Holy Son. This Holy Son was a cultivation seed that appeared once in a thousand years. His talent is incredible. Today's worship may be related to this new Holy Son."
"Does anyone know the name and background of this Holy Son?"
"I'm not sure about his background, but it is said that the powerful figures in the Ghost Fiend sect call him Great Son of Nirvana."
"Great Son of Nirvana ? I've never heard of him before. Could he be one of the other demons with a mysterious background like before?"
"Who knows?"
The discussion still echoed as Feng Zun said, "Let's take a look at that City God Temple."
“Young Master Feng, do you want to attend the ceremony.?"
Haoran asked with a smile.
"No, it has nothing to do with this guy. I suddenly thought of something and wanted to see the shape of the god statue of the Snake God Nether worshipped in the City God Temple to confirm my speculation."
As Feng Zun spoke, he placed his hands behind his back and stepped forward.
Yin Ying and Haoran and the others hurriedly followed.
The area in front of the City God Temple was filled with incense offerings and a sea of humans. Most of them were men and women, and it was very crowded and boisterous. There was no shortage of peddling merchants, and it was filled with the commotion of people and filled with the aura of a human without cultivation.
As he approached, he could see there were temples engraved on both sides of the City God Temple.
"In a living world, good and evil are all up to you."
"Since ancient times, who has saved the underworld?"
Feng Zun only glanced and did not want to bother to pay attention to him. Together with Haoran and the others, they headed straight for the City God Temple.