Nine Revolutions Star Technique

After leaving Jin Tianhao.

Ye Qingchen started searching for places where relics might exist. However, most of these areas were just rumors, or Earth Immortals had visited them, but no relics were produced due to insufficient cultivation.

In just half a month, Ye Qingchen had already visited twelve areas but hadn’t found a single relic.

"Jin Tianhao deserves to die! He claims to have collected all the enlightened monks’ death sites in Southern Heaven, but none of them are genuine!" Zheng Jiuling cursed along the way. "I wonder if Bodhi Mountain has one!"

"You’ve been exploring tombs your whole life; don’t you know Celestial Immortal Tombs are rare?"

Ye Qingchen, with his hands behind his back, smiled knowingly.

Seeing Zheng Jiuling’s nervous expression, Ye Qingchen said calmly:

"Only monks of Celestial Immortal level might produce a relic! And what kind of existence is a Celestial Immortal? Those who step into this realm are rare across eternity; they don’t easily fall."

Earth Immortals are known as Land Immortals.

And what kind of existence are Celestial Immortals?

Just look at Taotian Palace, where the seven Supreme Elders have spent their entire lives unable to take this step. Even a talented individual like Su Moran could only first enter the Half-Step Celestial Immortal and then proceed slowly.

Thus, one can understand how rare Celestial Immortals are.

"Mr. Ye, so do you think there’s a Celestial Immortal Tomb in Bodhi Mountain?"

Lu Yanwu asked weakly.

During this time, they had already searched twelve areas. If there’s none here, their efforts will be in vain.

"This Bodhi Mountain, though less renowned than the other twelve areas, I find the Buddhist light here much more intense!"

Ye Qingchen looked ahead with his hands behind him.

In the eyes of ordinary people.

This is just a majestic mountain with nothing special. But to Ye Qingchen, the entire Bodhi Mountain is bathed in Buddhist light, connecting with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

While observing, he released his divine sense, enveloping the whole Bodhi Mountain.

With his current Earth Immortal Fourth Layer strength, even searching inch by inch wouldn’t take more than half a day to scrutinize Bodhi Mountain.

"There it is?"

Suddenly.

His eyes brightened, he formed a seal with his right hand, and pointed forward.

The void suddenly flashed with light, and then, as if a massive curtain was torn, revealing a huge gap.

"Go!"

In an instant, Ye Qingchen waved his hand, stirring up a whirlwind that carried Zheng Jiuling and the others, thrusting them inside. As everyone entered, the array continued to operate, the gap vanished, subtly restoring itself.

...

"Is this the place?"

As everyone rushed into the array, they looked up to see a huge mountain range, stretching hundreds of miles. Above, clouds swirled, blue rain poured, and even the sight of large white cranes flying in flocks could be seen.

"Never expected a secret realm to be hidden here!"

Everyone exclaimed with astonishment.

Ye Qingchen nodded in satisfaction.

It seems.

The Buddhist light in this secret realm is even brighter, clearly indicating past Buddhist habitation. If he didn’t possess a relic, even hitting his head wouldn’t guarantee entry!

"After all, this is a Buddhist secret realm; we should proceed with caution."

Seeing everyone somewhat lost in excitement, Ye Qingchen calmly reminded them.

As his words fell.

A crisp eagle screech came suddenly. Everyone quickly looked over to see a large roc soaring by. Its plumage was golden, its feathers like swords, shining with a metallic luster, causing the flock of celestial cranes on the sky to flee in chaos.

One celestial crane was caught by the roc, torn to pieces on the spot, blood spilling across the sky.

"Roar!"

As everyone was watching this scene.

A roar echoed.

Looking towards the front of the forest, a roar sounded. Everyone looked, and it was a beast-like lion, not quite a lion, with four feet stepping on lotuses, entirely golden, stronger than the previous roc.

Upon seeing this beast, Ye Qingchen was not surprised but delighted:

"Golden-haired Lion!"

One must know.

The Golden-haired Lion is a favorite of the Buddhists and costly to raise, preferring Buddhist disciples, feeding on Buddhist light.

Where there’s a Golden-haired Lion, there is certainly a temple, and not just any temple!

However, seeing Ye Qingchen, the Golden-haired Lion’s pupils contracted, it let out a mournful cry and fled.

In its eyes, Ye Qingchen carried a string of bones behind him, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were even more frightening. This was as if the legendary enemy of Buddhism.

"Haha, this beast is quite smart! Since you’re here, don’t leave; I still need you to guide me!"

Ye Qingchen laughed loudly, raising his right hand. A giant palm descended, several dozen meters large, intimidating the Golden-haired Lion into changing colors as it was grabbed.

As the giant palm continued to constrict, the Golden-haired Lion’s pleading divine thought rushed in, indicating its willingness to lead Ye Qingchen.

"That’s more like it!"

Ye Qingchen loosened his large hand, casually tossing the Golden-haired Lion to the ground, saying: "Take us to where you live!"

The Golden-haired Lion rolled over, nodded obediently, and quickly led the group forward. With a guide, they naturally wouldn’t wander aimlessly, soon reaching the mountain.

The journey was troublesome, bypassing numerous illusion arrays and killing arrays. Without the Golden-haired Lion guiding, one wrong step could lead into an illusion array. Besides, with so many killing arrays, once trapped inside, life and death are uncertain!

’Luckily we caught this Golden-haired Lion; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy!’

Ye Qingchen thought inwardly.

Even with the Golden-haired Lion guiding, it took three days of walking. Ascending the mountain, the view opened up to see a large temple standing atop the clouds.

Though the temple was in ruins, seeing the massive red walls tens of meters high and the statues scattered both inside and outside the temple one could imagine how prosperous it once was.

Unfortunately, this place had already become a wasteland.

"White Horse Temple!"

Ye Qingchen crossed his arms.

Standing before the temple, he looked at the massive black stele at the mountain gate and said calmly: "I wonder how prosperous this place once was; even today’s Taotian Palace pales compared to its grandeur!"

One must remember.

Taotian Palace is already one of the top sects in Southern Heaven.

Yet compared to this temple, it’s far inferior.

"Mr. Ye, there are more words on the back..."

At this moment, Zheng Jiuling suddenly shouted.

Ye Qingchen looked over at his words.

Sure enough.

On the back of the large stele, there were small seal script inscriptions. But as his gaze passed over the content, his face suddenly changed.