In southern Central Honored Province, there was a mountain formation extending upward at an angle. Because its surface was dark black and completely barren, it was called Black Mountain Cliff.
Black Mountain Cliff had nothing particularly special about it—it was quite unremarkable.
Until ten thousand years ago, when the Demon Emperor led forces to battle righteous sect powerhouses here, it became famous throughout the world.
Even today, large numbers of martial artists came to Black Mountain Cliff daily, using boundless imagination to envision that ancient and brilliant righteous-demonic war!
“Too bad I wasn’t born in that era. Otherwise, I would have fought those demons until heaven and earth overturned!”
“In that battle, many righteous sect powerhouses fell, but fortunately in the final moment they still managed to kill that demon.”
Two martial artists stood on Black Mountain Cliff conversing, their words revealing respect and remembrance for their predecessors.
“Sect Leader.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind: “Is this Black Mountain Cliff? It doesn’t seem particularly special?”
Hearing this, the two turned to look.
Over twenty people wearing gaudy attire had somehow ascended.
The leader wore white robes, appeared about twenty-something, and emanated a faint aura of dominance.
Who?
Jun Changxiao.
Though this fellow usually acted frivolous and unserious, after being sect leader for several years, his superior bearing had gradually emerged.
Li Qingyang said: “Black Mountain Cliff was originally ordinary. It only became known to the world because of the righteous-demonic war.”
He knew something about events from ten thousand years ago.
Su Xiaomo asked: “Second Senior Brother, I heard the Demon Emperor once single-handedly resisted dozens of powerhouses here, fighting for a long time without determining victor or vanquished?”
“Correct,” Li Qingyang said.
Su Xiaomo said: “The Demon Emperor was truly strong!”
Hearing this, the two martial artists’ brows furrowed immediately.
The Demon Emperor was publicly recognized as a great demon. This person actually dared praise him?
Su Xiaomo stopped at the highest point, gazing at the magnificent scenery, and sighed: “Too bad I wasn’t born in that era. Otherwise, I would have loved to witness the Demon Emperor’s bearing.”
“Young friend.”
A martial artist in the distance couldn’t help but say coldly: “The Demon Emperor once brought disaster to the continent and was intolerable by heavenly principles. As people of this continent, we should revile him, not praise him!”
Martial artists coming to Black Mountain Cliff all came to remember righteous sect predecessors who died in battle. Now someone appreciated the Demon Emperor—of course they couldn’t accept it.
“Tch.”
Su Xiaomo curled her lip.
Jun Changxiao ignored these overly serious martial artists and walked on the smooth ground, releasing his spiritual sense to envelop the entire Black Mountain Cliff.
The Black Dragon Evil Sect’s first sect leader’s journal clearly stated that the Blood-Thirst Technique was discovered in a cave at Black Mountain Cliff, but… there was no cave here!
“Hm?”
Suddenly, during his spiritual sense’s extension, it touched some kind of barrier.
A formation?
Jun Changxiao concentrated, beginning to penetrate the barrier obstructing his spiritual sense’s extension.
Perhaps the formation had existed long enough and lost its protective effectiveness—it only took a moment before he broke through.
On the other side of the barrier was a cave, but there was nothing inside.
However, a square area on the stone platform in the center had noticeably less dust covering it than the surroundings.
This indicated something should have once been placed there, later taken by someone else.
Jun Changxiao speculated: “Could this be the cave the Black Dragon Evil Sect leader discovered, with the Blood-Thirst Technique on the stone platform?”
“Possibly,” the system said.
Jun Changxiao continued observing. Finding no other gains, he retracted his spiritual sense.
Coming to Black Mountain Cliff was to find the cave and see if he could discover any more clues. The result disappointed him.
“Ah.”
Jun Changxiao sighed: “No leads again.”
“Hm?”
Suddenly, his released spiritual sense encountered another formation barrier, so he said in surprise: “Could there be more than one cave here?”
Continue breaking through!
Whoosh whoosh—
Spiritual sense released, penetrating again!
“Buzz!”
In just moments, the second formation barrier was broken through. Inside was also a small cave with a stone platform.
On the stone platform sat a jet-black box. From the carved patterns, it should have some historical value.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao leaped, directly falling toward the cliff bottom.
This sudden action left various martial artists who came to pay respects utterly baffled.
Why suddenly jump off a cliff?
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and others weren’t concerned. After all, the Sect Leader’s strength was formidable—even if he really fell, he definitely wouldn’t die.
…
“Thud!”
At the cliff bottom, Jun Changxiao landed smoothly, then walked toward the second cave, quickly melding into it and stopping before the stone platform.
At this moment, he could roughly guess that the previous cave must have also contained such a box, only taken by someone else—most likely the Black Dragon Evil Sect leader.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, sweeping the box open.
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Suddenly, a slightly thin black attribute energy surged from inside the box, then dissipated in midair.
“No danger.”
Jun Changxiao relaxed as the armor surrounding his body automatically dissolved.
Inside the opened jet-black box lay a book with three large characters written on it: “Demon Communion Scripture.”
“A cultivation manual?”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand to bring the manual over. Inside was a slightly newer piece of paper.
It contained densely written small characters, the content reading: The Demon Emperor Sect split. A group of traitors violating the Demon Emperor’s dying wishes wanted to seize the Demon Communion Scripture I guard, so I deliberately set up a great formation at Black Mountain Cliff to store the Demon Emperor’s martial learning here.
The handwriting was messy.
Jun Changxiao judged that the person leaving these words must have written hurriedly.
Traitors?
Could they be the separated demonic sect remnants?
Jun Changxiao looked again at the Demon Communion Scripture and murmured: “This manual is the Demon Emperor’s martial learning?”
As the overlord from ten thousand years ago who dared oppose the entire continent, his cultivated martial learning was definitely extraordinary. Did he really obtain it so easily?
This was too absurd!
“Not right, not right.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Any person could easily discover the formation barrier. How could it wait until now for me to find it?”
Coming to investigate the separated demonic sect remnants, he unexpectedly obtained the Demon Communion Scripture the Demon Emperor cultivated. But because it was too simple, Sect Leader Jun became suspicious instead.
Moreover.
The Black Dragon Evil Sect leader clearly also found a cave.
Why didn’t he discover this place and only took away the Blood-Thirst Technique?
The more he thought, the more confused it became.
Jun Changxiao shook his head, tossed the Demon Communion Scripture into his spatial ring, then walked out.
His spiritual sense released again, exploring Black Mountain Cliff inside and out. Finding no other formations, he could only return to the cliff top to regroup with his disciples.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao transmitted: “There’s a formation at the cliff bottom. Did you discover it?”
“A formation?”
Li Qingyang looked completely baffled: “No.”
“No?”
Jun Changxiao was also surprised.
He hadn’t destroyed the existing formation. It still existed and operated. As long as spiritual sense was released, it could be detected. How could it not be discovered?
Not just Li Qingyang.
All Eternal Ages Sect disciples present released their spiritual senses, but captured nothing.
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “Could the formation existing at Black Mountain Cliff only be discoverable by me?”
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