Chapter 213 Abyss Gate

After a night, early the next morning, Qin Jun was disturbed by the commotion outside the Youlong Inn.

"Beast tide attacking the Qingtong Pass? Is it true?"

"It is said that the Qingtong Pass is about to collapse!"

"Why is there a beast tide?"

"It is said that someone saw the figure of a cultivator in the beast tide, as if the beast tide is being controlled by someone!"

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Qin Jun frowned upon hearing these voices. A beast tide controlled by humans?

The Southern Zhuo Dynasty rarely encountered beast tides because the surrounding demon kings dared not invade the dynasty, fearing being captured and used as war pets. Could it be that news of the death of the Luo Emperor had also reached here?

Thinking about it, Qin Jun closed his eyes again.

The troubles of the Southern Zhuo Dynasty had nothing to do with him!

As for killing the beast tide to earn experience points?

Qin Jun would rather spend his time on cultivation. Experience points only increased cultivation base, and they didn't provide much help for spells, techniques, and abilities. Now, he needed a vast amount of experience points to level up. Instead of killing monsters, it was better to cultivate more. Experience points could be obtained through missions!

Actually, Qin Jun had wanted to personally deal with the people from the Divine Sword Hall, Demon Sealing Gate, and Star Sect. But upon careful consideration, he decided to leave it to Aowujian to handle.

If he took action himself, the enmity of various sects would be directed at him. He wasn't so foolish as to give up the opportunity to calculate against Aowujian for some experience points.

Just as he was about to enter a state of meditation for training, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. After reaching the Transcendent Realm, he would automatically develop divine consciousness, which was a kind of almost superhuman perception. Even if Qin Jun didn't open his eyes, he knew that it was Taibai Jinxing outside.

Although he had broken through to the third level of the Transcendent Realm, Qin Jun's divine consciousness was far from that of cultivators of the same realm and was still relatively immature.

This was the downside of the soaring experience points. After all, there were no perfect things in this world.

"Come in."

As the words fell, Taibai Jinxing pushed the door open and directly said, "Your Highness, there is an abnormal situation outside the Qingtong Pass."

"A beast tide? I already know," Qin Jun said indifferently with his eyes closed.

He was not a saint and didn't want to meddle in other people's business unless it concerned the Falling Smoke City.

"This beast tide is extraordinary. It is controlled by beast-taming cultivators. I suspect that it is the work of the demonic forces!" Taibai Jinxing said with a grave expression, causing Qin Jun to open his eyes involuntarily.

Beast-taming cultivators?

Demonic forces?

Qin Jun was full of doubts. He hadn't truly encountered these two existences yet, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Do you still remember the news of the martial artists being brutally killed in each city during the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Tournament?" Taibai Jinxing suddenly changed the subject. Qin Jun couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He instantly guessed the hidden meaning behind Taibai Jinxing's words. The masterminds behind these brutal incidents were likely the demonic forces.

Thinking about why the mysterious ancient predecessor would help the Northern Palace, Qin Jun suddenly felt that the Southern Zhuo Dynasty was not as simple as he had imagined.

With that in mind, Qin Jun stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go and take a look!"

...

Under the scorching sun, the majestic Qingtong Pass stood tall on the earth. Unlike in the past, the once solemn Qingtong Pass was now stained red with blood. The soldiers on the city walls were frantically casting spells, attacking the beast tide constantly battering the city walls. Not only in front of the Qingtong Pass, but there were also the figures of demon beasts in the sky. Fortunately, the soldiers and generals of the dynasty were powerful, holding off wave after wave of attacks.

"Hold on, everyone!"

"It's not working. There are too many demon beasts, and their movements are purposeful."

"It must work. If the Qingtong Pass falls, not only Falling Smoke City, but the entire dynasty may be in danger!"

"For our home, we must hold on!"

As the soldiers fought and encouraged each other, a hint of fear could be seen in the eyes of each one.

Looking around, the beast tide on the grassland seemed endless, appearing as a dense, despair-inducing mass.

Upon closer inspection, many demon birds carried cultivators on their backs. They were dressed in uniform black clothes with a mysterious red scorpion-like pattern on the back.

Thousands of meters above the ground, four mysterious figures stood on the back of a giant black vulture with a wingspan of a hundred meters, overlooking the ongoing battle below.

"Lin Lao, we received news that Qin Jun has returned to Falling Smoke City!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the four people. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and had a very common appearance, making it difficult to be noticed in a crowd. However, his words caused the four mysterious figures to react.

The leader was a middle-aged man, slightly thin in stature, but with extremely sharp eyes, resembling those of an eagle. He said in a deep voice, "Is this true?"

"Absolutely true!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes furrowed his brow. Currently, in the Southern Zhuo Dynasty, he feared no one more than Qin Jun.

A person who could suppress the imperial capital with just a few subordinates was definitely not simple!

"Continue the operation. First, capture the Qingtong Pass! The task entrusted to us by the Sect Master cannot be delayed!"

The middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes said in a deep voice. Upon hearing this, the informant quickly acknowledged and disappeared from the vulture's back.

The war below continued.

Swish!

A sound of breaking air came, and the arrival was none other than Xu Guiku. He came with a face full of killing intent, striking with a palm formed by condensed mana, carrying the force of splitting mountains. However, the giant black vulture easily dodged it.

"Xu Guiku, the Iron-Blooded Enforcer of the Qingtong Pass?"

The middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes showed a mocking smile. Xu Guiku, enduring his anger, asked, "Who are you, and why are you attacking my Qingtong Pass?"

Under normal circumstances, Xu Guiku wouldn't bother asking for reasons. He would directly engage in a fight with external enemies. But from the middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes, he felt a daunting sense of oppression.

"Luo Emperor's death is equivalent to the Southern Zhuo Dynasty losing its fangs. I'm not afraid to tell you, I am Lin Susu from the Abyssal Sect!"

The middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes sneered, and as soon as he revealed his name, Xu Guiku's face turned pale with shock. He cried out in disbelief, "The Abyssal Gate! How is this possible? Why are you attacking my Southern Zhuo Dynasty?"

The mention of the Abyssal Gate sent a shiver of fear through Xu Guiku's voice, indicating its formidable reputation.

"It's none of your concern. Today is the day of your demise!" Lin Suchou grinned maliciously and, as he spoke, produced a black flag. With a stomp of his right foot, he lunged towards Xu Guiku.

Not daring to be presumptuous, Xu Guiku immediately took to the sky, distancing himself from the Qing Bronze Pass. The battle between the Earthly Immortal Realm powerhouses had a wide-reaching impact, as evidenced by the previous clash between Luo Huang and Sha Wujing in the clouds.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and the others flew over on clouds, gazing at the countless demonic birds. Qin Jun couldn't help but marvel silently. The two waves of beast tides he had encountered before were mostly land-based demonic beasts. Flying demonic beasts were either born with the ability to fly or had profound cultivation. The so-called innate ability to fly referred to being born with wings.

"Who is battling Xu Guiku?" Li Yuanba asked curiously, while brandishing the Golden Peng Divine Hammer, seemingly ready to join the fight at any moment. The battle maniac couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of war.

Shaking their heads, the others were about to respond when a thunderous roar echoed from outside the Qing Bronze Pass:

"A thousand troops and horses avoid the white robe—"

"Iron riders trample the enemies' cries—"