Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 599: The Far West Frontier

Now!

Over half an hour had passed since Qin Heng first resolved to kill Wu He! All that time had been wasted by Gao Wen!

Wu He's destination lay to the northwest. With his cultivation strength, he could have crossed a thousand li in this half-hour! If he had consumed flesh and souls to enhance his strength along the way, he might have become even stronger, and his speed would have increased!

However, no matter where you go, you'll never escape the palm of my hand! Qin Heng flew swiftly through the sky, his eyes cold. In his hand, he held a broken Bone Flute, using the aura on it to determine the traces of Wu He's movements left in the air. Then he pursued!

Wu He was not weak; at least, not in his prime. He certainly wasn't weak then. After all, if this broken Bone Flute could be fully awakened, it would possess power comparable to the pinnacle of a Great Saint! If the Bone Flute were intact, it would probably be a King's Weapon—a Saint King-level Treasure Weapon on par with a Nascent Soul and magic items! By this estimate, Wu He in his prime was at least at the peak of a Great Saint, and possibly even an Ancient Era Saint King-level powerhouse!

"No matter how strong you are, this time you are surely doomed!" Murder flickered in Qin Heng's eyes.

The scenes of thousands of people on those two trains—crushed into mincemeat, blasted into charred remains, no intact corpses left—still flashed in his mind. Wu He must die! Otherwise, his resentment would not subside!

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Outside the Northwest Sea, at the edge of the Great Wilderness, there is an incompatible mountain named Mount Buzhou.

This is recorded in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas: Records of the Western Wilderness*. It states that during the Ancient Era, Mount Buzhou was a pillar reaching to the heavens. It stretched up to the Ninth Heaven and down to the Nine Nether, connecting humans and gods, and piercing through the three realms. It could be considered the number one mountain in the universe.

During the Xia Dynasty, this place was even where the Witch God Temple resided, honoring the niches of numerous witch gods, with many legacies passed down. It could even be said to be one of the origins of witchcraft, a place where the legacy of witchcraft in the human world was the most comprehensive and powerful.

Wu He, with the Dark Golden Crow, starting from Beijing, had traveled all the way, passing through Longxi, across the Silk Road, to reach the current westernmost point of China—the place now known as the Pamir Plateau.

Snow-white and vast, with howling cold winds, this was the extreme western region of China, near the national boundary. The climate was exceptionally harsh and uninhabited, for ordinary people simply could not survive here.

Wu He stood in a field of silvery-white snow. He was dressed in a simple, ancient animal skin ritual robe, his gaze deep as he looked towards the distant Pamir Plateau.

He gently shook his head and sighed. "Mount Buzhou is too small now. In this era of Spiritual Energy depletion, the End of Dharma Age, even the size of this world has changed. Many divine peculiarities have concealed themselves; countless mountains and rivers are folded into other dimensions, hidden from view."

"Yes, Wu He," the Dark Golden Crow, perched on Wu He's shoulder, nodded and said, "In the past, from the Xia capital to Mount Buzhou's Witch God Temple, at our peak, it would take us three days and three nights! But now, how long have we been walking? HEH, this distance must be tens of millions of times shorter, right? Has the Central Heavenly Domain actually fallen into such decay?"

"I wonder what kind of expression Si Shaokang and Ru Ai would have upon seeing the current state of the world." A cold smirk touched Wu He's lips. The blood-red hue on his face had intensified, his skin looked more ruddy. He was nearly free of any corpse-like appearance, making him look more human than he had in Beijing. His power also seemed to have greatly increased.

"Given their Realm of cultivation, four thousand years isn't enough to make them decay," the Dark Golden Crow said. "Wu He, once our strength is restored, we can find them!"

"And then, kill them!" Wu He's eyes flickered with intense hatred and killing intent, his expression turning slightly manic as he said in a heavy voice, "Back then, for the restoration of Da Xia, how many efforts did I make, how many sacrifices! That's how Si Shaokang treated me! And Ru Ai, even she betrayed me!

"Even worse, Si Shaokang personally beheaded me and sealed me in a coffin to sleep for four thousand years! I want them to know that if you do something wrong, you must pay the price!"

"Exactly!" The Dark Golden Crow nodded. It, too, had been sealed for four thousand years and was full of pent-up frustration. Suddenly, its eyes gleamed, and it said, "Wu He, someone is following the trail we left behind, and they're moving fast."

"I know. And he carries my Bone Flute," Wu He said with a cold laugh. "That boy destroyed three of my Ghost Servants—an unforgivable crime. However, right now we need more hands, so I'll begrudgingly refine him into a new Ghost Servant."

"Someone is coming, Wu He!" The Dark Golden Crow flapped its wings, flew into midair, and said, "More than a dozen mortals, armed with the weapons of this era's soldiers, and two Innate Martial Artists."

As his voice faded, a group of people, braving the snow and wind, approached from a distance.

They were more than a dozen soldiers in military uniforms, equipped with a variety of military weapons. Upon seeing Wu He, who was oddly dressed and looked suspicious, and a talking, light-golden crow, they immediately became more alert.

"Who goes there, and why approach the nation's border!"

Along the national border, the people's soldiers stood guard, defending the vast expanse of the country's frontier. Indifferent to life or death, they guarded this land for the safety of the nation's borders and the peace of the people. It can be said that the peaceful and tranquil lives of the people within the country exist because of the protection of these warriors on the frontier. Without them, there would be no peace in the interior.

As warriors guarding the frontier, their combat ability was extremely strong, and their alertness was naturally very high.

Among these frontier warriors were two Innate-level Martial Artists, a man and a woman, both members of the Myth Organization. They were newly initiated and had yet to choose their codenames and corresponding Divine Skill. However, having reached the Innate level, their internal and external senses were connected, and they had awakened their spiritual consciousness. They could vaguely sense an extremely dangerous aura emanating from Wu He.

A Transcendent from a foreign land has crossed the national border into China? Harboring ill intentions!?

The moment they entertained this possibility, the two became even more vigilant towards Wu He and said in a serious tone, "Who are you? This is the Chinese border. Please present your identification."

To avoid any threat to the civilians within, as warriors stationed at the border, it was imperative to strictly guard against any Transcendents from other countries secretly crossing the border.

Seeing such wariness even from the two Innate fighters, the other soldiers immediately disengaged the safety on their firearms. As warriors stationed at the border, they were no strangers to Transcendents from other countries. They knew very well that when facing such non-human entities, even armed with firearms and other military weapons, they couldn't afford to be careless.

"Did you hear that, Wu He? These ants actually dare to ask for the Great Witch Priest's identification. They clearly have a death wish! Let me grant it to them!"

The Dark Golden Crow flew in the air, flapping its wings joyfully, laughing loudly, its being filled with killing intent.