Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 817: Desolate Sacred Land, Open

The Desolate Sacred Land is located at the very center of the Wind Silence Sacred Land.

Its area isn’t too vast, roughly spanning a few dozen miles.

Compared to the boundlessly vast Wind Silence Sacred Land, it seems minuscule.

Yet, this small area is the most important part of the entire Wind Silence Sacred Land, even revered as the Holy Land.

The Martial Arts Arena from earlier isn’t far from here.

Thus, a group of martial artists traveled for about ten minutes to reach this place.

In front of them, a glance reveals streams of Hei Feng filling the entire Desolate Sacred Land, spanning dozens of miles.

"Is that the Desolate Sacred Land?" Lvu Zheng looked ahead, speaking in surprise.

The Wind Silence Sacred Land is usually a perilous place filled with demon beasts.

The central area of the Desolate Sacred Land is even more treacherous.

If not for the current Wind Silence Conference, gathering experts from all sides, ordinary martial artists can’t usually reach here.

Naturally, not many martial artists have truly been to the Desolate Sacred Land.

Xiao Yi glanced at the dense Hei Feng ahead, furrowing his brows.

The area of several dozen miles ahead is indeed a Desolate Land.

Throughout the area, apart from the Hei Feng, there’s no sign of any living object, nor any other attribute auras.

The only thing present is the incredibly astonishing wind attribute aura of these Hei Feng.

Amidst the Hei Feng, an annihilation aura emerges, unsettling people’s hearts.

At this moment, in the Desolate Land, a figure sat cross-legged within it.

Naturally, it attracted all attention.

That was currently the only ’thing’ in the Desolate Land.

As the Wind Hall Master’s voice fell.

The surrounding martial artists showed expressions of astonishment, "The owner of the 8th slot?"

The figure within the Desolate Land seemed to sense the countless stares focused on him and slowly stood up.

"So strong." Xiao Yi’s expression changed.

Just in the brief moment when that figure rose, every gesture and motion embodied an unfathomable martial arts essence.

The surrounding Hei Feng blew around, but when near that figure, they dissipated entirely.

The figure turned around, walking slowly out from the Desolate Sacred Land.

A piercing gaze swept across the area.

Whoever made eye contact with this gaze felt immediate pain all over, as if wind blades were wrapping around them.

"He... he isn’t..."

"Lih... Lih Fengxing..."

The martial artists present instantly recognized the figure walking out slowly from the Desolate Sacred Land.

"Lih Fengxing? That Wind Shattering God of Killing? The top genius of Wind Shattering Hall?" Lvu Zheng’s complexion changed.

"Lih Fengxing?" Xiao Yi also narrowed his eyes.

The gaze sweeping in made the primordial power within him surge.

He had heard of the name Lih Fengxing.

The top genius of the Wind Shattering Hall.

No, to be precise, he was once the top genius of the Wind Shattering Hall.

Lih Fengxing, now 35 years old; 8 years ago, just past 27, he broke through to the Heavenly Extreme Realm, shocking the entire Wind Saint Territory.

He also set the youngest record for martial arts geniuses breaking through to the Heavenly Extreme Realm in hundreds of years.

For the next 8 years, he was hailed as the sharpest swift blade under the Wind Shattering Hall’s charge.

In 8 years, he rampaged through the entire Wind Saint Territory, with countless missions, never failing once.

Wherever he went, it was a time of the Wind Shattering Hall’s fame resounding through the skies.

Now, he is a Level 9 Wind Envoy, holding the title of the Sub Hall Master.

It is rumored that long ago he was already at the Heavenly Extreme Third Layer of cultivation, and now his strength is unknown.

"Hall Master." Lih Fengxing had arrived in front of Wind Hall Master, saluting.

"Hmm." The Wind Hall Master nodded in satisfaction.

Then, his authoritative gaze swept the entire area.

"Now, does anyone still have doubts about the 8th slot?"

"If so, you can challenge now."

"Gulp." The surrounding martial artists took a gulp of saliva, no one dared to speak.

They would prefer to fight the Kuanglan Sect Master than to exchange a single move with Lih Fengxing.

After a while, the Wind Hall Master exclaimed loudly, "Since no one challenges, then the 8 slots have all been set."

"The Desolate Sacred Land is opening immediately."

Swish... The Wind Hall Master flickered and disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already at the center of the Desolate Sacred Land. frёeωebɳovel.com

Rumble... Almost the instant the Wind Hall Master appeared.

The large swaths of annihilation Hei Feng filling the space suddenly became still.

The aged yet steady hand of the Wind Hall Master moved in a mysteriously manner.

Hand seals were made in the air one by one.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

In the air, slight cracks appeared.

The transparent cracks were extremely prominent in this still Hei Feng.

This feeling of black and white contrast also brimmed with fragmentation; seemingly a tremendous power suppressed for long, exploding.

"The Desolate Sacred Land is about to open," Lvu Zheng commented, his eyes tightly fixed forward.

The surrounding martial artists, similarly solemnly, were gazing ahead.

"Is Wind Hall Master preparing to open a Secret Realm?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.

From his experience traversing several Secret Realms, it seemed apparent Wind Hall Master was initiating an unknown realm.

"Secret Realm?" Lvu Zheng cast Xiao Yi a strange look, "No, it’s not a Secret Realm."

"Deacon, don’t you know about the Desolate Sacred Land?"

"Eh." Xiao Yi was slightly embarrassed, shaking his head.

He had not been in the Wind Saint Territory for long, naturally knowing little.

Although he had researched many archived intel, not everything was thoroughly investigated.

At the Boiling Volcano, he didn’t even know about the annual Sacrificial Mountain day.

This Wind Silence Conference, occurring once every thirty years, he knew even less.

Lvu Zheng solemnly explained, "The Wind Silence Sacred Land is famed due to this central area, the Desolate Sacred Land."

"The Desolate Sacred Land, is renowned since scores of years ago, for birthing the first and to date the most potent Limitless Realm expert in the history within the Wind Saint Territory."

"Back then, this expert belonged to a great power of the Wind Shattering Hall, also a martial artist cultivating wind attribute martial arts."

"Thus, it is the holy land revered by all wind attribute martial artists in the Wind Saint Territory."

"Then what?" Xiao Yi puzzled, asking.

"Then?" Lvu Zheng looked grim, "After that expert, this place became the sacred land of the Wind Shattering Hall."

"Allegedly, after this expert’s death; scores of years ago, numerous great powers of the Wind Shattering Hall joined hands to open a subspace here."

"The sacred body and inheritance of that expert, as well as the bodies and inheritances of generations of Wind Shattering Hall experts subsequently, were all placed inside."

Beside him, Zhuo Duxing continued, "Inside, it’s the resting place of generations of Wind Shattering Hall experts, hence a holy land."

"This Deacon," Zhuo Duxing glanced deeply at Xiao Yi, "I advise you to speak cautiously here."

"If those idiots from the Wind Shattering Hall hear you describe this place as a Secret Realm, they’d fight you to the death."

"Heh." Xiao Yi retorted with a teasing smile, "Secret Realm or Holy Land, it doesn’t matter."

"Meeting here from all sides, they eagerly participate in the Wind Silence Conference."

"I don’t believe they are interested in the bodies inside; frankly, they’re here for the martial arts inheritance of Wind Shattering Hall throughout the generations."

"No wonder these 8 slots are so coveted." The last words were Xiao Yi’s thoughts.

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