Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

At the border between the mountain beyond the mountain and the Yan Kingdom, along the Western Ridge Road, the terrain was unusual. The mountains dropped steadily from east to west, until at that border they abruptly thrust upward into a continuous black ridge stretching for a thousand li, like a dormant evil dragon sprawled across the earth.

At this moment, Ling Xuance stood on that ridge.

Beneath his feet was a barren stone mountain, not a blade of grass growing anywhere on it. The mountain's body was entirely a dark red color.

Midway up the stone mountain, a natural stone cave had formed.

The cave mouth was over three zhang wide. On either side stood a stone statue three zhang tall, grotesque and fanged, their entire surfaces carved with dense rows of curse markings. Within the cave mouth, pale green ghost fire flickered and danced, casting the interior in alternating light and shadow.

Ling Xuance stood at the cave mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At his current cultivation level, he could naturally sense the auras deep within the cave. Two extraordinarily powerful auras were coiled there. Without surprise, these were the Ghost Witch Sect's two Guardians of the Flame.

And behind those two auras, even deeper within, there was one more.

Ling Xuance's heart gave a faint jolt.