The Legend of Futian

Even though Ye Futian and his group felt an unpleasant aura looming over them, they still entered the mountains.

The barren mountains appeared exceptionally desolate even with the arrival of the cultivators from the outside worlds. Everyone felt a chill down their spine.

Ye Futian and his group could clearly sense danger lurking around. None of the cultivators dared to traverse across the mountains in the sky. Instead, everyone trekked through the mountains as they progressed deeper into it.

"Beware," Ye Futian warned. His gaze was fixed on the ground. There seemed to be some movements coming from underground. In the distance, another group of cultivators was advancing slowly. Suddenly, a powerful aura of the Great Path erupted. At the same time, the ground split open, and a bloody mouth attacked the cultivators.

Terrifying auras of the Great Path burst forth frenziedly from the cultivators, yet they stood no chance against the engulfment of the bloody mouth. When the mouth was wide open, it could chomp down on a hill. It directly swallowed the cultivators along with their powers of the Great Path. Even the destructive power of the Great Path could not stop the mouth from crushing the cultivators.

The surrounding cultivators dispersed frantically. Ye Futian narrowed his eyes in surprise when he saw the scene. The beast was a giant python. However, this enormous python was slightly different from other demonic pythons. It was more savage, and its head was gold in color.

"Rumor has it that Mahoraga had always had a demonic python around his neck. It is a Demon Monarch and a god of pythons," Xi Chiyao explained in a low voice to the side. When they looked at their surroundings, they noticed that numerous gigantic pythons had appeared. The scales on their bodies were akin to that of real dragons as they shimmered with a menacing demonic light. Their gazes were ferocious, and their eyes glistened with bizarre looks. They were the embodiment of savagery as they stared intently at the cultivators.

"These demonic pythons are not sentient. They are most likely controlled by the chaotic wills dwelling in the mountains. Or rather, these mountains contain a certain will that can affect these beasts," Ye Futian speculated. "Therefore, these beasts do not feel pain. Just now, even though it was attacked, it still swallowed the group of cultivators alive."

It was too dangerous for Renhuangs to come here.

"With so many powerful demons around, cultivators cannot possibly enter into the depths of the mountains unless they are top figures," Xi Chiyao mumbled. Countless outsiders intended to seize the inheritances in the largest relic, but they would fail unless they had profound cultivation. At the very least, the relics left behind by the Eight Legions would never be claimed by commoners. The ambitions of the majority of the cultivators would forever remain as wishful thinking.

Many Renhuangs from Ziwei Imperial Palace naturally understood this too. If it weren't for the presence of Ye Futian, the other cultivators like Little Condor, Ye Wuchen, and Yaya would never stand a chance to receive the teachings of the Great Emperors.

"The few of you, clear the way," Ye Futian commanded as he looked at the few people behind him.

"Hmm." They nodded. Sword Saint, Ye Wuchen, and a few others moved forward. They had not tried out their abilities since they received the teachings of the Great Emperors. Now, these gigantic pythons served as the best practice targets for them.

Sword Saint took the lead. He acquired a demonic imperial arm before this. With the demonic blade in his hand, he moved swiftly as mighty Demonic Will surrounded his body. Even though he could only activate part of the power hidden in the imperial arm, he still emanated an outstanding temperament with the support of the overbearing Demonic Will.

A massive demonic python pounced towards Sword Saint with its mouth wide open. It had no sentience at all. Sword Saint slashed down. The demonic light traversed across space and sliced the python's body in half. Terrifying will of destruction tore the body of the beast apart.

Ye Wuchen, Yaya, and the Swordmaster of Lihen moved simultaneously. They charged in three different directions. The sword matrix they had inherited was formidable and formed when three came together as one. However, they were still very powerful even when they acted separately. It was because they had each inherited teachings from an independent Great Emperor.

Ye Wuchen's sword was sharp and overbearing. Yaya's sword tore everything into shreds. The sword of the Swordmaster of Lihen directly sliced through the beasts' will. With the three of them clearing the way in front, all the demonic pythons were crushed.

"Let's go." Ye Futian and the others followed behind them and advanced. With Sword Saint and the others clearing the path, the group progressed smoothly. They moved deeper into the mountains. Some other cultivators recognized Ye Futian and followed behind his group. They could ensure their safety by walking behind them.

Ye Futian did not pay them any heed either. These people would not pose a threat to him. If they were strong enough to threaten him, they wouldn't have followed behind his group.

The troop pushed on into the mountains and killed several demonic pythons along the way. They continued their journey until they reached a unique region in the mountains.

There were several extraordinarily powerful wills existing in the surrounding mountains. An example was a Sword Will left behind by a Great Emperor who sliced a mountain in half. Besides that, there was an enormous palm seared onto the ground, which resulted in a big hole.

There were also countless broken divine arms littered on the ground. The arms all contained threatening auras.

Moreover, Ye Futian discovered that the surrounding region had encountered large-scale destruction. Nothing was spared. This caused a massive open plain to appear in front of them. From the looks of it, the surrounding mountains had been flattened during battle. Surprisingly, many extraordinary cultivators paused their journey and stayed here.

"What is that?" someone asked. The group looked ahead and saw a mountain. However, a terrifying aura emanated from it. They felt goosebumps all over their bodies just by glancing at the mountain.

Xi Chiyao's facial expression turned extremely ugly as her heart raced. The mountain was formed from piled-up corpses. The scene was startling and unpalatable.

Was this place once hell?

The corpses of the cultivators were piled up and became a mountain.

An intense perilous aura derived from the mountain of corpses and permeated the space.

Surprisingly, there were many cultivators meditating in the region. There seemed to be wills of the Great Emperors lingering here. Ye Futian expanded his divine consciousness and enveloped the vast space. He discovered quite a few relics left behind by the Great Emperors around the area. Calling them relics was a stretch. The Great Emperors had merely perished and remained here.

"House Mahoraga was indeed bloodthirsty and ruthless. They killed so many people," Xi Chiyao commented.

The original West Imperial Palace Lord advised, "You can't jump to that conclusion. The cultivators from the outside world invaded their area and intended to eradicate them. The Eight Legions only exist in the annals of history now. Therefore, it's unwise for us to comment about the War of the Heavenly Path. However, Chiyao, if someone wants to annihilate West Imperial Palace, what would you do?" When Xi Chiyao put herself in that situation, she could understand the intention behind their massacre. It was just that this horrifying scene greatly impacted her.

The corpses piled up to form a mountain. Such a scene had actually appeared so vividly before her eyes.

The original Palace Lord continued, "The combat ability of House Mahoraga was indeed formidable. There are so many corpses here. Furthermore, it seems that quite a few Great Emperors have perished here."

"Let's go have a look," Ye Futian suggested. He wondered whether there was anything worth comprehending among the relics left behind by these Great Emperors.

This area had certainly been surrounded by many troops in the past. House Mahoraga seemed to have slain quite a number of Great Emperors.

"All of you, have a look around. I will check out the front," Ye Futian said. He moved to the front alone. However, Hua Jieyu and Hua Qingqing followed him. The rest of them moved in different directions. They were still in the same region where they could take care of each other, so there should not be any danger.

Step by step, Ye Futian approached the mountain of corpses. A menacing perilous aura immediately rushed towards him. Anyone who approached the mountain would be corrupted by the perilous aura.. Moreover, this mountain of corpses prevented the cultivators from advancing. The core region of House Mahoraga might lie behind the mountain!