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Chapter 307 Road to Heaven, Demon Descendant City

When Solban was mentioned, the previously light and pleasant atmosphere changed dramatically, as Meng Huan and Wu Cuicheng visibly grew serious.

Su Heng thought for a moment and continued, "I encountered this person before at the King of Law Temple and had one encounter with him."

He shared some of his experiences from the King of Law Temple, his speculations, and the scenes he had witnessed at the Hundred Buddha Temple.

"Hiss..." Hearing this information from Su Heng, Meng Huan took a sharp breath, his complexion slightly changing, "If at that time he had already been an Earth Immortal, plus with the power he drew from the Heavenly Demon's techniques from the sages of the Hundred Buddha Temple.

Solban's talents were extraordinary to begin with.

Plus with these developments, he is probably a fully-fledged threat now, someone to be wary of."

"The enemies hidden in the shadows are the most troublesome," Su Heng said. "If we knew his whereabouts, this matter would be much easier to handle."

"Speaking of which, I just remembered a legend about Skull Plain."

The normally silent Wu Cuicheng seemed to recall something, suddenly interjecting, "The legend says that there's a meadow on Skull Plain called 'Tinara,' which means 'closest to heaven' in the ancient language of the Skull Plain tribes.

The first tribes on Skull Plain migrated from the Tinara Prairie.

But later, something happened, and the return path was blocked by storms, and the Tinara Prairie gradually turned into a legend among the tribespeople."

Seeing that Su Heng and Meng Huan were both looking at him, Wu Cuicheng scratched his head with some embarrassment and chuckled, "I heard from some of the major tribe chiefs that Solban has vowed to lead them back to this ancestral land.

Following this clue might help us find Solban's whereabouts."

"That's possible," Su Heng thought for a moment and said. "On one hand, with the arrival of the Mythical Battlefield, the Skull Plain will become one of the first battlefields. If I were Solban, I would also look to move my people to a new gathering place."

"On the other hand, there's no smoke without fire; these rumors spreading among the tribes must have some basis to them."

"We can only start by following this clue and see where it leads," Meng Huan said. "It's much better than groping in the dark, trying to find a needle in the ocean."

"Hmm…"

Meng Huan pondered for a moment, then decisively said, "Since it's brought up, I'll take charge of investigating this matter."

"If there's anything you need, our Fiery Sun Sect will do our utmost to cooperate," Wu Cuicheng quickly offered, patting his chest.

"Good!" Su Heng nodded.

He still needed to focus on gathering news about Dragon Abyss.

He had to digest the vast resources obtained from the three great Esoteric Sects and strengthen his abilities before the Mythical Battlefield fully commenced. Indeed, he did not have much time to waste on this trivial matter. Su Heng was confident in his power, but the challenge from the Blood Realm Pillar God still pressure him.

Once the Blood Realm Battlefield fully opened up.

He would then confront not one or two demonic gods, but the immense pressure from an entire world.

With Su Heng's current strength, self-preservation was no issue. But to conquer the Blood Realm, he still needed more edge. The best plan for now was to acquire the complete Dragon Remains before the Mythical Battlefield fully commenced, to assure and reinforce his position.

"Given that, I'll leave this matter for you to handle," Su Heng said, patting Meng Huan on the shoulder.

After setting the next targets, the three of them parted ways. Su Heng returned to Baihua County, while Meng Huan and Wu Cuicheng stayed in Skull Plain to manage the aftermath.

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At the edge of Skull Plain, the path leading to heaven.

The environment here was extremely harsh, the space between the heavens and the earth filled with cutting winds like blades, all appearing dimly yellow.

Under the continuous sandstorm's obstruction, the sun was left with only a glowing outline. However, the surrounding temperature was unbelievably hot, as if one were in a searing furnace, causing severe distortions in the air.

Tornadoes carrying fine sand created a unique cream-black color, resembling cattle horns, connecting the sky with the earth.

In such harsh conditions.

On the ground.

A team, about a dozen people.

Each of them was robust, draped in cloaks. Some of them even led camels. These camels were huge, with red eyes and mottled hair that hid bulging muscles, clearly carrying demonic blood or perhaps were pure-bred demons themselves.

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The one leading was the most enormous, over twice the height of an average person, holding a staff in his hand.

The staff, held high in his hands like a torch, burst with light.

Within the area covered by the light.

The violent winds calmed down.

Though the conditions remained severe, the journey was at least not life-threatening.

They moved forward in silence, heads bowed, barely noticeable against the vast sky and earth, like tenacious black dots. A line of footprints left behind them did not last long, soon overwhelmed by the storm.

After an unknown time.

The violent wind suddenly quietened, and the world was silent.

For the first time, the grimy skies cleared, and bright sunlight shone through.

The burly figure at the lead came to a raised highland where the ground was dry and cracked, just as lifeless and pale under the sun where a few animal bones left by wild beasts could be seen. He set down the staff he had been holding aloft and breathed a deep sigh, then removed his hood.

A handsome face, bronze in color, was exposed to the sunlight.

His eyes were pitch-black, his lips slightly thick, and he had a long, ceremonial scar on his face, which was exactly the Barbarian King Solban that Su Heng had mentioned earlier.

The guess made by Wu Cuicheng was right.

The arrival of the Mythical Battlefield and the continual press of armies from the immortal sects and noble families intensified the wars.

The already harsh environment of Skull Plain was becoming even less suitable for life, turning completely into a barren wasteland.

Solban himself did not think he was a match for Su Heng and had no confidence in withstanding the surge of demon armies brought by the arrival of the Mythical Battlefield. The only chance for survival now was to push through the celestial storm and return to the ancestral lands that had fostered their tribes, also known as the legendary Heavenly Grassland Tinara.

But to arrive here after so much arduous effort, the scenery now inevitably led to profound disappointment from within.

Looking around,

It was a wasteland.

There was no water, no vegetation, nor any signs of life.

All that could be seen were the undulating sands, the cracked earth, the ghastly white bones, and the wisps of smoke produced by the high temperatures scorching the ground.

Rustle!

Footsteps came from behind.

A stout man with a purple-red round face appeared beside Solban.

His body was robust, clad in leather, his dirty braided hair bound with several bones and gemstones. His body bore many decorations inscribed with mysterious symbols, jingling as he walked, reminiscent of a priest proficient in various forms of witchcraft from stories.

"Huff…" Watching everything before him, Solban let out a heavy breath.

He handed his staff to the priest beside him, and began somewhat wearily, "It seems that not everything in those ancient scriptures left by our ancestors is true."

"Perhaps this place was once a true paradise, but after thousands of years and the erosion of celestial forces, it's changed, and now it seems a bit unsuitable for living." This priest named Belgutai was both a teacher and a friend to Solban.

His sturdy purple-red face also wore fatigue, yet his words carried a touch of unconcern.

"As long as you throw a stone into water, it will surely sink to the bottom," Belgutai winked at Solban.

"You mean…"

"Don't think too much, just do, and there will definitely be gains," Belgutai laughed heartily, slapping Solban's shoulder hard.

"If the world indeed worked like that, it would be wonderful," Solban grasped the animal skin water bag handed by Belgutai and gulped down a mouthful.

His eyes suddenly brightened, "Wine!"

Belgutai's eyes gleamed slyly as he gestured for silence.

"Great Khan!" A muscular middle-aged man clad in iron armor, carrying a curved sword at his waist, jogged up to the two men.

This man named Lin Xia was one of Solban's Qie Xue guards.

His eyes holding a hint of suspicion lingered on the water bag in Solban's hand before he stated gravely, "We've made a new discovery here."

"Oh?" Solban quickly tossed the water bag back to the priest, "Let's hear it."

Lin Xia replied, "We've found the ruins of a city!"

Solban and the priest exchanged glances.

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Under Lin Xia's guidance,

The group soon arrived at the city standing amidst the desert.

This city was unexpectedly imposing, with walls hundreds of meters tall.

From afar, it resembled a giant beast lying dormant on the ground, emitting an ancient and savage aura. Long ago, this city might have had a glorious history.

But that was all.

Whatever had occurred here, the city was now dead.

Most of the buildings inside were well-preserved, constructed of large stones, robust and stern, akin to a military fortress.

The architectural style and inscriptions... Solban, who grew up in temples since childhood, definitely considered himself erudite. But he had never seen such structures before, nor were they mentioned in any books. The entire city seemed erased by some force, concealed in the eons.

The group walked leisurely through the broad streets within the city.

Priest Belgutai suddenly stopped, squatting down and examining a line of characters engraved on the rugged wall.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, Solban asked with interest, "Can you understand these inscriptions? Belgutai, you never told me you were capable of this."

"I've seen similar characters in a very old book."

"Then can you understand them?" Solban's eyes lit up—a comprehension of these inscriptions might reveal the origin and demise of the city.

"Responding to my lord, I will try my best." Belgutai stroked his chin, pondered, "It seems that these two characters mean... 'Demon Descendant'?"