Ye Qin stopped. The three Saints that were beside him looked at him with bewilderment. He took out a piece of jade. He imparted his divine sense into the piece of jade, and suddenly his eyes lit up and revealed a cold smile.

The Darkness Ruler left his post without permission and his whereabouts were now unknown…sure enough, the Darkness Ruler was unable to stand by and become a sitting duck; he had already responded.

Before leaving the capital city, there was already someone who had come up to him personally and asked him to kill the Darkness Ruler. This person even offered an attractive reward for it.

It was indeed very attractive. Even with Ye Qin’s determination, he could not help but feel tempted by it, but after much thought, he decided to refuse the offer.

As the saying goes, ‘old institutions die hard’. Li Zhouyi was the Sixth Prince of the West Desolate and had the backing of the Desolate King. It would be extremely stupid to regard him as a turtle in an urn without the slightest ability to retaliate.

However, even if Ye Qin did not take the initiative to make a move, it did not mean that he could not find a way to kill the Darkness Ruler, just like now.

His purpose had been achieved!

Now that the Darkness Ruler left without authorization, even if he managed to escape all punishment, he could only live like a mouse in the sewers for the rest of his life.

Hmph, if he was unwilling to accept such an outcome and tried to change the situation…as long as he dared to show up, Ye Qin would kill him first. Dignified and upright, with sufficient reason and motive to kill him, there would be no trouble or revenge for him afterwards!

That is to say, no matter what outcome, Li Zhouyi was bound to be doomed here, without any possibility of rising in power again.

After achieving this goal, he was sure that someone would reward him once he returned to the capital city.

As for whether the Darkness Ruler would start relying on the Barbarian Clan…hmph, the moment he entered the Boiling Mountain Fantasy, he had completely destroyed all possibilities of relying on the Barbarian Clan!

Otherwise, do you really think that the Imperial Palace would be so generous? Everything in this world came at a cost.

“General Ye Qin?” A Saint from the West Desolate asked respectfully.

Ye Qin waved his hand, “It’s okay, it’s just a small matter. Let’s continue on our way!”

With a wave of his sleeves, he wrapped his power around the three Saints and continued to march towards the Western Barbarian Land’s North Border Area.

For Ye Qin, who had reached the peak level of a Ruler and was powerful enough to cultivate towards the King realm, the Darkness Ruler who was just in the Saint realm was like an ant. If he wanted to, he could defeat the Darkness Ruler with just a finger.

There was of course no rush!

When the Sixth Prince gets plunged into the abyss, then we’ll see who gets the last laugh and that treasure.

Thinking of this, Ye Qin’s eyes filled with endless heat.

The King realm…

If he could step into the King realm, he would be one of the most powerful cultivators in the Desolate Area. He would be able to overlook all ten directions and all the nations in the world.

No matter where he went, he would be revered!

……

Not all teams had a smooth sailing journey!

The team led by the Night Demon Sect Master accidentally revealed their whereabouts in the process of looking for the Tomb of the Barbarian King. 

A great battle followed, and even though they managed to escape successfully, there were powerful barbarians that continued to follow them afterwards. In the end, they lost two Saints.

As a result, the West Desolate took advantage of this battle to secretly find out about the West Barbarians’ plan. This resulted in the West Barbarians being alerted by their actions. 

The Night Demon Sect Master had a gloomy expression on his face as he urgently sent a letter to inform the outside world about the matter and continued to move forward. After learning of this, the Dark Night Tribe, who were the strongest division in the Western Barbarian Land and were related to the Barbarian King by blood, started their discussions on the West Desolate’s abnormal actions.

The leaders of the major divisions in the Western Barbarian Land participated in this conference. They sat around a large and round stone table and they all looked solemn.

“To all division leaders, you have all read the information regarding this matter. Please express your opinions now,” the Dark Night Tribe Leader said sternly. He had white hair and a wrinkled face, and as he said this, he opened his only eye and swept across the people in front of him. 

The other eye was blind, and was penetrated by a long scar that ran from the tip of his eyebrows, through the bridge of his nose, to the corner of his mouth. It was an uneven, hideous scar.

“In the West Desolate team that invaded our territory, the weakest cultivator is a Saint. The team’s leader is a peak-level Ruler. Such a strong person would never step into our barbarian territory so easily. Furthermore, he did not escape even after their whereabouts were discovered, instead, he chose to go even deeper into our territory… It can be seen that this team of invaders have an important task on their hands,” one tribe leader voiced out in a deep voice.

“My tribe can provide another piece of information. The Western Han Tribe that was discovered by West Desolate cultivators are descendants of the Ancient Barbarian Nation, but they have always concealed their origins. My tribe only discovered this because of an accident.”

“Ancient Barbarian Nation…” another tribe leader growled, killing intent surging in his eyes. “Could it be that this has something to do with the Tomb of the Barbarian King opening?”

The atmosphere in the large tent suddenly became tense. The faces of the tribe leaders who sat at the stone table showed signs of shock and anger.

Many things happened like this. Everything seemed normal when nothing was discovered, but once something suspicious was uncovered, it was hard to conceal the big picture.

For example, the sudden battle that happened at the frontline!

For many years, the West Desolate had an absolute advantage, suppressing the West Barbarians. However, they had always shown relative restraint. After all, aside from the West Barbarians, their neighboring enemies were their enemies too.

Without enough reward or motivation, the West Desolate would not start a battle easily, let alone the massacre that happened today.

The West Barbarians took the opportunity to make their move, partly because they were forced to, and partly to take advantage of this situation to completely disrupt the status quo so that they could cover up the opening of the Barbarian King’s tomb. Yet, now, the West Desolate had made such a bold move, accusing the West Barbarians of invading them. It was all part of their plan!

To think that they were coveting the Barbarian King’s tomb…these damned despicable villains!

The faces of the tribe leaders, who had always been at a disadvantage against the West Desolate, became more and more ugly at this moment.

“Damned West Desolate!”

“They dare to have ideas about our great Barbarian King’s tomb. They deserve to die!”

“The remains of the Barbarian King are our clan’s only hope of ever rising to power again, we must not lose them!”

“Dark Night Tribe Leader, please give an order to send my tribe’s strongest barbarians to completely kill these cultivators from the West Desolate!”

Angry voices rang out one after another in the tent, like a blast of thunder.

The one-eyed Dark Night Tribe Leader was as calm as ever, as if unaffected by the scene in front of him in the slightest. He tapped his fingers on the table, and everyone soon fell silent.

This was not only because the Dark Night Tribe Leader was the most powerful cultivator in the West Barbarian Land, but also because of the overall strength of the Dark Night Tribe.

“Everyone, the opening of the Barbarian King’s tomb has already been discovered. Even if we send some strong cultivators to kill these West Desolate invaders, who can guarantee that they have only sent out one team? I’m afraid we will inadvertently alert our enemy if we make any rash moves.”

After a slight pause, the Dark Night Tribe Leader continued, “Instead of playing hide and seek with them and always guarding against their sneak attacks, why don’t we just let them in?”

WIthout waiting for anyone to object, cold light surged in his eye, and he said in a calm tone, “The tomb of our last Barbarian King is not accessible to just anyone. If they dare to break into it, there will only be death waiting for them!”

“Dark Night Tribe Leader, the Barbarian King’s tomb is extremely sacred; would it be appropriate to do something like this? Maybe…” Before this tribe leader could finish speaking, he stopped. His face was pale and he looked up in horror.

The Dark Night Tribe Leader leaned forward and pressed both hands on the stone table. With a commanding aura, he roared, “This is my decision, who has any objection?”

The tent fell silent.

……

The Night Demon Sect Master looked calm as he watched the Saints under his command rush towards the tribe in front of him, slaughtering and venting their inner anger and resentment.

Not long ago, their whereabouts were exposed. They were chased by powerful West Barbarians, and two fellow Saints had been killed on the spot.

They died a violent death, and even though everyone was not very close with each other, they still felt chills down their spines and resentment started to grow in their hearts.

However, these people did not know that the reason their whereabouts had gotten exposed, which caused them to be ambushed by the West Barbarians, was all because of the calm-looking Night Demon Sect Master, who was standing with his hands behind his back at this moment.

In the West Desolate, there was no doubt that the Royal Family was the strongest. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Zhou Clan to take over the country and hold the most supreme authority.

The second strongest organization was the military. In a world that was unstable and where wars often broke out, it was necessary for the military to have the right to be involved in security matters. 

Of course, the military only had a pivotal position in the West Desolate today because the Royal Family allowed it. 

Therefore, in this mission to access the Barbarian King’s tomb, the two chief generals from the capital city’s Defense Division had come at the same time, directly occupying two-fifths of the quota and opportunities. 

The third was the administrative system and local aristocrats, who were the cornerstone of the West Desolate’s governance.

Of course, the reason why they could share a piece of the pie was because each of these organizations had a cultivator in the King realm who was powerful enough to speak for their own faction. 

Lastly, there were the sects!

The West Desolate had a vast territory, and naturally, there were countless sects of various sizes. It was a strength that should not be underestimated.

It could be said that tens of thousands of years ago, the power of the sects exceeded that of the military by a large margin, and even the Royal Family had to show them respect.

However, after a large war that caused catastrophe to sweep across the world, two King realm cultivators that belonged to the sects fell, and thus the status of the sects plummeted.

Such a fate lasted until today, and the sects are still at the bottom of the power hierarchy. There were even some noble clans that did not respect the sects.

It was under this humiliation that the Night Demon Sect Master worked so hard to get the last occupancy to come to the Western Barbarian Land.

And this time, he had used up much of the sect’s power that had taken many years to accumulate. He would not allow this mission to become a failure…the Night Demon Sect Master was determined to get the Barbarian Clan treasure!

But no matter whether it was the Royal Family, the military, the administrative system or the local aristocrats, none of them wanted to see the sects rise in power again.

Therefore, he had to drag the West Barbarians through the mud, so that the situation would be chaotic and dangerous enough for an opportunity to arise. 

Of course, doing this was risky. If he was not careful, he would be killed by this strong tribe of barbarians. However, the Night Demon Sect Master chose to gamble. 

Because now he was the sect’s last hope. If he failed, it may be a matter of a thousand years or even a shorter period of time than this, before the sects completely fell out of the ruling class and became pawns that can be manipulated at will.

Fortunately, his luck was not bad. At least for now, his plan was successful.

The West Barbarians must have been alerted…

The Night Demon Sect Master raised his head and looked at the north with cold eyes. That was where the Barbarian King’s tomb was located, and it was also going to become a terrifying battlefield.

And he was confident that he would become the victor who had the last laugh in this slaughter!

…….

Without any directions or even the rough location, Qin Yu was still sure of the location of the Barbarian King’s tomb.

This was because of the Divine Nation!

He could vaguely sense that the dissipated fluctuations were like the ring-shaped shocks caused by vibrations in the sea.

Although it was extremely faint when it had dissipated towards the sea, for Qin Yu, it was still obvious and easy to catch.

From Qin Yu’s understanding, the reason for this phenomenon was because the hidden Barbarian King’s tomb was going to descend into the world.

That’s right, it was hidden!

Otherwise, do you really think that the West Barbarians were a group of people that really respected the Barbarian King and abided by the etiquette? If the tomb had been exposed, it would have been excavated a long time ago; there would be no chance for the West Desolate to intervene.

Traveling alone, together with an extremely powerful concealment spell, Qin Yu progressed with incredible speed.

Using his divine sense to examine the fluctuations in the aura produced by the tomb, he knew he was getting nearer and nearer.

Finally, when the winds became so strong that it could easily cause the ground to be torn apart and smashed into endless dust, Qin Yu stopped in his tracks.

On the horizon, lightning flashed in the sky and thunder roared. Illuminated by countless dazzling rays of light, the towering shadow in the space rupture continuously flashed and disappeared.

He had reached!

This was the Barbarian King’s tomb!

Qin Yu took a deep breath and resisted the urge to rush forward to investigate. Underneath him, the ground cracked silently. His whole body was wrapped in darkness, as if a shadow had engulfed him. 

Not to mention the threat from the West Barbarians, there were also the five peak-level Rulers sent by the West Desolate. Any one of them could kill him on the spot.

So, he could not be rash!

What Qin Yu could do now was to hide his body and his aura well, and wait for the right moment.