Chapter 17: Journey Westward, the Sword Points to the Clouds

Chapter 17: Journey Westward, the Sword Points to Izumo

Upon seeing the Patriarch’s inquiry, Luo Li hurriedly explained, “Patriarch, the Izumo Sword Sect is one of the top ten forces of the Ancient Moon Dynasty. It is located in the western Izumo Mountains, roughly ten thousand miles from the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.”

“Very well, then we shall make a trip to the Izumo Sword Sect,” Ye Yun said, touching his brow lightly and smiling softly. With a flick of his hand, a black carriage materialized.

The moment the black carriage appeared, it emitted a fierce, violent aura.

Sizzle... The surrounding space compressed and rippled, as if struggling to withstand the carriage’s overwhelming presence.

“Back off!” Ye Yun lightly tapped with his finger, and all the aura immediately dissipated.

“Oh my heavens, it’s actually a divine-grade carriage!” Luo Li, sensitive to the aura’s level, couldn’t help but gape in amazement.

Jun Moxiao felt it too.

They exchanged glances, both clearly shocked by what they saw.

Especially Jun Moxiao, who grew even more curious about the Patriarch.

To casually produce a divine-grade mode of transportation—how profound must the Patriarch’s foundation be!

No wonder ten thousand years ago, the Divine Dragon Sect was the foremost sect on the Cangnan Continent, having reached the Eternal level.

It truly was no exaggeration!

After the black carriage appeared, no horses were in sight. Ye Yun flicked his hand again, summoning a tall, black steed.

This horse’s body was covered in dragon scales, with a single horn sprouting from its head, exuding an extraordinary and mystical aura.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao gazed at the black steed, feeling a terrifying aura emanating from it that caused their bodies to tremble.

At that moment,

They seemed to sense a dreadful, colossal presence descending nearby, filling them with a sense of mortal threat.

Heavens, what kind of monstrous beast is this black horse?

Ye Yun approached and patted the horse’s head, smiling as he said, “Little horse, you look so frightening. Better to look more ordinary.”

“Xi-lu-lu!”

The black steed suddenly let out a long roar toward the sky. Its body trembled, the dragon scales vanished, the horn disappeared, and even the terrifying aura it radiated faded away.

It transformed into an ordinary black horse.

“Good.”

Ye Yun nodded in satisfaction.

“Don’t worry, Master, I won’t scare the little ones,” the black horse said in human speech, baring a row of white teeth.

“That’s good!”

Ye Yun laughed heartily, then turned to the stunned senior and junior disciples, grinning, “What are you waiting for? Get on the carriage quickly.”

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After speaking, Ye Yun lightly jumped onto the carriage and entered the cabin.

Jun Moxiao and Luo Li exchanged a glance, instantly sobered, and hurriedly jumped up, sitting on either side at the front as coachmen.

“Patriarch, may I drive the carriage for you?” Jun Moxiao asked timidly, carefully taking the reins.

“No problem,” Ye Yun’s voice came from inside the carriage.

Jun Moxiao gently pulled the reins. The black horse looked back at him and grinned as if smiling.

“Let’s go!”

Jun Moxiao’s voice trembled slightly.

The black horse’s hooves set in motion, leaving the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge behind.

Its pace was not fast, yet each step seemed to cover dozens of yards, the speed astonishing.

After leaving the ridge,

Ye Yun’s voice echoed, “You two siblings are still unfamiliar with our sect’s techniques. Riding the carriage will give you time to recover some strength. When we reach the Izumo Sword Sect, it will be up to you two to take action.”

“Don’t worry, Patriarch, we’ll train hard,” Jun Moxiao and Luo Li nodded eagerly.

Only now did they realize the Patriarch’s deep consideration. He intended to guide them in the Divine Dragon Sect’s supreme arts along the way.

After all, their grasp was still shallow.

Even the Divine Dragon Nine Transformations Technique, which they felt confident about, was still inadequate under the Patriarch’s discerning eye.

The wheels rolled as the black carriage slowly set off.

Though appearing slow, it quickly vanished toward the horizon, heading west to the Izumo Sword Sect.

Within just a few hours,

Cultivators arrived at the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, witnessing a drastic change. One by one, they covered their heads in fear and shock.

Not a single ghost remained.

The entire ridge was empty, not even a human cultivator in sight.

“What happened?”

At that moment, more arrived, including a disciple of the Blood Robe Sect.

Staring in disbelief, he muttered, “What’s going on? The deputy sect leader hasn’t returned yet?”

Soon more cultivators gathered, all shocked to find their fellow disciples had mysteriously vanished.

What on earth was going on?

Not only had all the evil spirits disappeared, but disciples from the major powers were gone too!

They had all seemingly evaporated into thin air!

The crowd exchanged bewildered looks, utterly confused.

After some discussion, no conclusion was reached, and they all hurried back to report to their sects.

The shocking upheaval at Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge spread rapidly across the Ancient Moon Dynasty and neighboring regions.

Everyone buzzed with speculation.

Countless theories were debated without any satisfactory explanation.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge incident became an unsolved mystery.

Many cultivators enjoyed gathering for drinks in their free time, eagerly discussing the strange event.

Amid this lively atmosphere throughout the Ancient Moon Dynasty,

Half a month later, the black carriage arrived at the foot of the Izumo Mountains.

“Patriarch, this is the Izumo Mountain,” Jun Moxiao said respectfully.

“Good. Don’t stop. Keep going up. If anyone dares to block you, kill them with a single sword,” Ye Yun’s voice sounded from within the carriage.

“Yes, Patriarch,” Jun Moxiao replied, excitement shining in his eyes as he gripped the Hunyuan Infinite Sword.

With the Patriarch’s guidance along the way, though his realm had not yet advanced, his true strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

He gained a deeper understanding of the Divine Dragon Sect’s three supreme arts.

Beside him, his senior sister Luo Li’s cultivation broke through to the first layer of the Spirit Shaping Realm.

Her combat power had also improved.

Both wore imperial-grade robes, rendering ordinary attacks useless against them. Coupled with their divine weapons and the sect’s supreme techniques,

Their strength was unmatched by peers.

This time, they intended to use the Izumo Sword Sect as a whetstone,

To test their true level.

(End of chapter)