Chapter 232 - 229: The Sword Divided into Six Colors
The Henghai moved incredibly fast, covering 200 miles in just half an hour. However, since the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain spanned a vast area of fifty to sixty miles, coupled with the meandering path of the Fuhong River, it only amounted to leaving by a hundred miles or so.
An hour later, Ye Zhen, along with the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub, set foot at the base of Spirit Sword Grave Mountain.
No sooner had he taken a few steps than the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub arched its back, bristling its fur like a porcupine, displaying its utter panic.
In terms of sensing danger, demon beasts often have a keener perception than martial artists.
The closer they got to the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, the more terrifying and astonishing the sword momentum that burst forth. Yet, Ye Zhen grew more excited and eager.
No other reason - whenever sword light burst from within Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, the First Sword Vein within his body would uncontrollably tremble violently, as if responding in kind.
After flying low and circling around Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, Ye Zhen noticed that there was indeed no shortage of martial artists gathering around the area. Within a fifty-mile radius of Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, there was hardly any large expanse of open ground.
Moreover, like Ye Zhen who was flying around seeking a place to land, there were many martial artists doing the same, including some who had just arrived at Spirit Sword Grave Mountain and were scouting in mid-air for a spot to land.
After circling around for one and a half turns, Ye Zhen found his spot.
One deep ravine on the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, presumably due to its perilous terrain, had not attracted many martial artists.