<h4>Chapter 4177: Red Smoke Hill</h4>


    “Rumble!” The Dragon Pce crushed space as it soared through the sky without a clear path. It continuously changed direction akin to a hawk searching for prey.


    It attracted everyone’s attention, many of whom decided to follow. This was the eighth grave potentially containing a divine dragon sword.


    For the crowd, even if they couldn’t get the legendary sword, just getting another sword in there was more than good enough for their future.


    “Boom!” An ancestor made his move and released a torrent of daows. He shouted and summoned a pagoda to smash the pce.


    His move was domineering and impressive, enough to stun the spectators.


    “Bam!” The expected result didn’t happen. The ancestor’s intent was obvious - smashing the pce down to the ground. Fiery sparks sshed everywhere like numerous volcanic eruptions. s, the power of this strike couldn’t shake the pce even a tiny bit.


    It was unharmed and continued flying forward. This was akin to a mayfly trying to shake down a great tree.


    “Go!” Another leaped up with lightning speed, clearly wanting to board the pce.


    The moment he got close, the mes of the pce gathered into a palm and smashed him. He was sent flying into the ground while vomiting blood.


    “You’re not going anywhere!” A great king roared and raised his hands to pull down the stars above. They turned into a trapping formation and surrounded the pce.


    This was far from enough, unable to hinder the pce at all. It destroyed the celestial just like a bull rampaging through spiderwebs.


    Eventually, numerous ancestors made their move, either wanting to stop or board the pce. This proved to be futile.


    “It’s useless, we have to wait for it tond before being able toe inside. Doing this forcefully is just a waste of time.” An old ancestor shook her head and told those nearby.


    “You’re right.” An ancient ancestor agreed.


    Thus, people stopped attacking the pce and waited for it tond instead.


    “I didn’t expect to see the eighth-ranked grave this trip.” The princess watched the pce disappearing into the horizon.


    This grave was quite elusive and didn’t show up every time. The princess found this trip more and more worth it.


    Li Qiye only smiled and didn’t bother to give chase.


    ***


    There were thousands and thousands of graves in this area. However, not all of them were that obvious, not even for top cultivators.


    Though the peerless eighth grave has appeared, it was reserved for the top powers. Ordinary cultivators focused on obtainable graves instead.


    Of course, finding a grave often resulted in death rather than a divine sword. This was amon sight along the duo’s trip.


    In reality, both weak and strong cultivators were killed alike by the divine swords. The cemetery was rather fair in this regard.


    Li Qiye crossed a particr peak and saw billowing red smokes. A radiant banner was summoned and exuded violet rays. Its relentless power could split the mortal coil apart.


    “An artifact banner from Dao Institution!” A spectator shouted after seeing the banner attacking a green hill surrounded by red smoke.


    “Activate!” Several elders controlled this banner, hoping to open a straight path towards the hill.


    Theirbined effort in empowering the banner resulted in an attack capable of splitting the ocean into two halves.


    “Woosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Rays of red smoke pierced their chest, prompting them to scream and fall to the ground.


    “Elder Wu!” Snowcloud Princess watched her sect members die and wanted to go save them. However, Li Qiye stopped her.


    “What’s the point? You’ll die even if you have a heavenly sword.” Li Qiye said.


    She stopped andposed herself. She wasn’t the reckless and emotional type, realizing that she alone couldn’t save those elders by dispelling the red smoke.


    “That’s scary…” One spectator said: “So many elders failed to open the path, they didn’t even have time to defend themselves.”


    “Well, this is not a regr grave. It is the fifth, Red Smoke Hill. Only a dao lord can stop the smoke here.” An older cultivator had a serious expression.


    “Wait, this is the ce where Jade Bamboo Dao Lord left a branch? The fifth grave.” A youth became surprised.


    “This is it.” A senior confirmed.


    Previously, Jade Bamboo Dao Lord came to pick up the corpse of Wooden Sword Holy Devil. The dao lord then left a branch in this ce in order to help the future generation out.


    “I heard that because of this, a youth entered the hill and obtained a sword, is it true?” The youth asked again.


    “Yes, I’m sure you know this youth’s current title, War God.” An ancestor said.


    “One of the Five Overlords!” The youth blurted out in astonishment.


    Most knew about the five members, just not their past.


    “Where is the branch?” Someone looked around and didn’t notice a branch.


    “It’s gone long ago.” An expert said: “This is Sword Burial Zone we’re talking about. It was impressive how long itsted, three thousand whole years.”