<h4>Chapter 171: The Soldiers’ Mound</h4>
<strong>Trantor:</strong> Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor:</strong> Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Futian’s gaze seemed to prate through the heavy fog. Looking beyond the fog, Ye Futian finallyid eyes on the scene that was unfolding. His expression changed drastically before yelling, “Look out!” He had only just spoken when tens of thousands of arrows whisked through the air straight toward them like a meteor shower, covering the entirety of the sky above. In an instant, figures lifted into the air one by one.
Next to Qian Yang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong, and others stepped forward. Sword intent cut through the air as a huge ax flew forward destroying the wave of arrows headed for them.
“Let’s go,” Qian Yang called out before he ran ahead. The cultivators from the other groups also sped up, moving at the speed of light.
In front of Ye Futian, the ck Wind Eagle shook itsrge wings, creating a gust of wind that pushed away the attacking arrows. At the same time, the beast led Ye Futian and the others towards the gates ahead. They made it through the fog and into the relic. They were met with arge armored army which seemed to have no end from where they were looking.
“Let’s go to the Soldiers’ Mound,” a voice spoke out suddenly. It came from the sharp-looking young man next to the Virgin. Ye Futian’s eyes lit up and he ordered the ck Wind Eagle to follow behind the Virgin and her group. It was definitely not their first time in this relic.
What was the Soldiers’ Mound? The endless army they had just seen was not made up of real people, but it was as if they were alive because they initiated an attack.
BOOM! A fearsome force of energy nketed the area. The army below was actually using sorcery. Their attack charged directly at the group up in the air. Virgin Lon Xue looked down with her silver eyes. A terrifying glow emitted from her eyes sealed all the charging arrows in ice as they made their way into the skies.
On Ye Futian’s side, the ck Wind Eagle kept spitting out Wind des down at the army. However, the army seemed to have an unlimited supply of arrows. Yun Qianmo descended from the skies to release a shower of swords. Light gleamed off of the des as the swords rained down, creating a protective field in the surrounding area to aid the ck Wind Eagle’s advance.
“An ancient city.” Ye Futian lifted his head to look up ahead. The Lon Relic was actually a mysterious ancient city. Furthermore, it seemed as if the entire city was set up to form a powerful matrix. Traveling straight ahead, Ye Futian noticed that the city below was packed full of people. There were powerful cultivators everywhere.
“This is a matrix,” said Ye Futian, a very powerful one at that. The matrix covered the entire city. Entering the city, they had also made their way into the matrix.
Ye Futian observed the crowd below. The armies suited in silver armor radiated the aura of the lower-level Dharma nes. However, among those d in silver, there were generals suited in golden armors. The aura they emitted was that of the mid-level Dharma nes. The huge matrix had separated the armies in the ancient city by nes of cultivation.
Lon Xue led the way as everyone else followed behind. They were moving very fast but that did not stop the armies from below who would charge into the skies at them every now and then. However, among the people entering the relic, only Ye Futian and his friends were in the lower-level Dharma nes. All the others were top-level Dharma ne cultivators. Naturally, the people below were not able to stop them from moving forward. Despite this, Ye Futian predicted there would be an existence of greater power at this historical site.
After some time, they arrived at a location guarded by generals in gold armors. There were even some people donning rose-gold armors. Their aura let others know that they were of the higher-level Dharma nes.
“Kill them.” Beside Lon Xue, the sharp-looking young man led his people forward. His Dharma appeared behind him and a windstorm brewed. From the storm, shot out countless spears, killing the armor-d generals. The others joined in on the action and in the blink of an eye, the whole area was in disarray. Very quickly, they had killed everyone guarding the location.
Up ahead, a solemn tower appeared. It radiated an aura of mystery. Ritual implements of all sorts floated in the air around the tower.
Soldiers’ Mound. Ye Futian’s eyes brightened. Was this tower the Soldiers’ Mound?
“As long you can manage to take the ritual implements with you, they belong to you,” said Lon Xue. It was an expansive area that the implements were spread out in. Everyone looked around at the glowing objects, ready to make their picks. Rumors said it was extremely difficult to take the implements away from the Lon Relic. Even if they were right in front of your very eyes, you couldn’t take them with you.
Noble will circted in these implements, so it would require an individual to have enough willpower of their own.
Zhao Han headed in the direction of a certain sword. It glowed with a golden light, making its de seem extremely sharp. One could even see their own reflection on the de of the sword.
“Mine,” said Zhao Han. Releasing a fearsome force of sword intent, he walked up to the sword. He extended his arm to reach for the sword. But just then, the sword exploded with a shocking and destructive force of sword intent itself. Within seconds, the strong force hadunched Zhao Han’s body backward with a low groan of pain. He spat blood and the color washed from his face.
Everyone’s eyes fell on him. The ritual implements of the Lon Relic were not that easy to obtain. If it were that simple, the implements at the historical relic would have been long gone.
“What happened?” Qian Yang asked Zhao Han. Although he had already done prior research, this was also his first time in the Lon Relic.
“The sword seems to have a mind of its own. It repelled me,” said a pale-faced Zhao Han.
Behind them, Ye Futian’s eyes browsed through each ritual implement. With the Freedom Meditation in motion, he was able to see the terrifying willpower in each implement. It almost looked as if the power was locked within the objects. This force of will was most likely noble will.
Another figure moved forward. It was a cultivator from Yunxiao Mountain n. As he stepped forward, his entire body was bathed in the glow of lightning. Reaching out his hand, even his hand carried the terrifying power of lightning. His palm wrapped around a thunder hammer basking in a rosy gold gleam of dominance.
A thundering force of power erupted in the air. The power of lightning in the palm of the cultivator’s palm suppressed the force from the ritual implement.
Just then, the force followed the curvature of the cultivator’s arm and rushed crazily into his body. The horrific willpower from the implement shed with the will in his body. Following this was a groan from this cultivator who cultivated in the element of lightning. He had been struck by lightning and was fried pitch ck. The cultivator from the Yunxiao Mountain n was met with this pitiful result and fell to the ground from the skies.
People stepped up for their own attempts one by one but not one seeded.
The ancient historical site had been around of ages but all the ritual implements were still there. This meant that not a single person had been able to take an implement away from the Lon Relic. It was an impossible task.
Lon Xue watched everything unfold quietly. Were the sealed noble will ritual implements still unable to find their sessors?
“Ye Futian, aren’t you going to give it a try?” Qian Yang asked with his eyes trained on Ye Futian.
“After you, Young Master.” Qian Yang stepped out. Fate from his body exploded, reaching the air ten feet above him. The noble fate attracted the attention of everyone around.
“Young Master Qian will definitely be able to im one of the implements,” said Zhao Han.
“I’ll try it out first.” Qian Yang had spoken. He moved towards the golden sword Zhao Han had attempted to im just before. Noble fate formed into a dragon, revolving around his body and its sharp ws reached for the hilt of the sword.
A fearsome force of sword intent burst from the sword, disregarding the power of the fate. It rushed directly into Qian Yang’s mind. His fate returned to his body. The will that made up his noble fate was terrifyingly powerful. Closing his eyes, his will fought against the sword intent in his mind.
The two parties engaged in a formless battle. Sword intent flowed outside of Qian Yang’s body, creating a sharp screeching sound as it battled against his willpower.
Zhao Han and the others had their eyes glued on Qian Yang. Just a little whileter, Qian Yang’s forehead was already drenched in sweat. Perspiration ran down his face like an endless waterfall.
WHOOSH! A force of sword intent whisked by. Qian Yang was pushed back and the sword intent dissipated, returning back into the sword. A voice spoke out right after, “Stillcking a little something.”
Hearing the voice, everyone’s eyes widened and looked towards the sword. Could it even make noises like that? Who was speaking?
Qian Yang’s face was drenched in sweat and he had turned pale as a ghost. He had actually failed. “I couldn’t win against the noble will in the sword. The ritual implements of the Soldiers’ Mound choose their sessors,” said Qian Yang with a heavy expression. The implements had life, the life of their original owners. Their noble will was not destroyed and was sealed in this historical site, to live on in the implements they possessed when they were living.
The sword and the noble will came as a package deal. The will would never be destroyed. Thus, one must obtain the acknowledgment of the noble will within before being able to take control of the ritual implement.
Ye Futian observed in silence. He had also deduced that the implements of the Soldiers’ Mound choose their own sessors, just as Qian Yang had said.
“I’ll give it a go,” said Ye Futian. He walked forward andid eyes on a me scepter. Getting up close, a burning me was ignited in the palm of his hand as he reached out for the scepter.
A first level Dharma ne cultivator? Everyone looked at Ye Futian in shock. This was the guy who walked up to stand side by side with the Virgin the other day. No one expected his level of cultivation to be so low.
The moment Ye Futian’s palm wrapped around the me scepter, a wild force of fire will rushed into his mind. It was almost as if the power from the terrifying force wanted to burn him down to nothing. Ye Futian immediately let go and took steps back. He stared at the me scepter in front of him.
“Where is the Virgin Lon?” asked a voice that suddenly appeared. Lon Xue stepped forward and finally spoke, “Here.” Just then, an apparition formed by will appeared next to the me scepter. The figure was engulfed in mes. Everyone’s gaze was frozen at his sudden appearance.
“This is getting out of hand. You’re even allowing first level Dharma ne cultivators into the relic as a contender of the ritual implements?” the fiery apparition asked the Virgin Lon. He was very obviously discontented.
Lon Xue nced over at Ye Futian quickly. She had not known that he was in such a low level of cultivation.
“Are things really going downhill with every passing generation? Is there anyone else who wants to try?” The figure looked around the room at the others. A mere first level Dharma ne cultivator’s will would never be able to intake his will. Even top-level Dharma ne cultivators could barely manage!