The Divine Urban Physician

Chapter 1941: Qiankun Race

Chapter 1941: Qiankun Race Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He was just about to deactivate it when the twenty cultivators reached him and struck. Countless fists struck the barrier.

The scene froze.

The barrier did not fluctuate at all!

What was even stranger was that the runes on the barrier actually circulated rapidly, and an invisible force surged out.

Bang!

One second later, the cultivators who had attacked Ye Chen were sent flying, and their bodies began to bleed from their seven orifices!

The pure white snow suddenly turned as red as plum blossoms. It was like a river of blood!

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

That kid allowed them to attack without any resistance, but it was them who had been defeated instead.

What the f*ck was this?!

No matter how strong his physical body was, something like this was impossible, right?

Fear gripped their hearts, and right now, they had lost the courage to continue fighting.

Ye Chen was a physical monster.

They were completely frightened and did not dare to move.

Ye Chen looked at his hand in surprise. ‘What would happen if I fully activate the Scarlet Dust Divine Bloodline?’

‘Also, that old man clearly said that the Dust Tablet was the weakest among the ten Reincarnation Tablets.’

‘What is the attribute of the strongest Reincarnation Tablet? If I activate it, will I be able to seal my opponents with a single glance?’

At this moment, Ye Chen became even more interested in the Reincarnation Tablets and his bloodline.

Ye Chen stopped thinking and took a step forward. These people took three steps back and looked on vigilantly, afraid that he would suddenly attack.

He had no interest in killing these people.

“Get lost!”

With just one sentence, these people fled. Normally, those words would be an insult to them, but in this situation, all they felt was relief.

After that, Ye Chen walked over to the herb, plucked it, and placed it in the Samsara Graveyard. Once he descended the mountain, he would give it to Li Ting.

After tidying up everything, Ye Chen continued to walk forward. The light from the jade pendant grew stronger and stronger. It seemed that his destination was not far away.

The surrounding air became colder and colder.

While he was walking, Ye Chen focused on comprehending the laws of ice that surrounded this place.

If it were not for the fact that he needed to reach the top quickly, Ye Chen would have been happy to cultivate here for a period of time, as it would improve his mastery of the laws of ice.

Ye Chen did not know how long he had been walking. It felt like a long time had passed, but his surroundings had not changed.

Looking up, Ye Chen realized that he was almost at the peak of the snowy peak.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Ye Chen let out a sigh of relief. He realized that there were hundreds of cultivators gathered here.

These cultivators all looked desolate. They had thought that there would be some treasures on the top of the mountain, but other than snow, they did not see anything.

This trip to the top of the mountain was completely in vain!

Ye Chen stood around and noticed that there were many people complaining. He observed his surroundings and felt that something was not right.

On the entire icy plain, this was the highest peak. In addition to the laws protecting this place, how could there be nothing?

Even an ancient mighty expert would not waste time making such a joke, right?

There was nothing around except snow. As such, he sat down cross-legged and focused on sensing the power of the laws of ice around him.

Even if there were no treasures, Ye Chen did not care.

After all, he believed that his master had a reason for leading him here, and the jade pendant’s response was even greater once he reached the peak.

It was as if something was about to descend…

Time ticked by. Ye Chen did not know how much time had passed before he opened his eyes. Suddenly, the snowy peak began to shake.

The shaking intensified, and it almost felt like the mountain itself was about to collapse.

Kacha!

Countless cracks suddenly appeared under Ye Chen’s feet, and around the rest of the peak as well.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound as the snow under their feet caved in, and everyone lost their balance and fell.

Ye Chen felt his body falling, and his surroundings were pitch-black.

Then, a series of muffled sounds rang out as they all landed on the ground.

Boom!

At this moment, balls of flames appeared around them.

There was light all around. Ye Chen took a look around and saw that the walls were covered in ancient writings and paintings.

The group of cultivators began to examine the place excitedly. Ye Chen was no exception. He went over to a mural and examined it carefully.

However, soon, Ye Chen’s expression froze.

In the mural, a meteorite fell from the sky!

The grass and trees withered in the ten-mile deep pit!

The dark night devoured the blood moon high above!

As the dust settled, an ancient black stone tablet was revealed.

Beside the stone tablet stood an old man.

Although Ye Chen could not see the old man’s face clearly, he felt a strong sense of familiarity from the figure.

None of this was important. What really changed Ye Chen’s expression was that the building behind the old man belonged to the Ye family of the Kunlun Mountains!

This mural depicted the beginning of everything!

If Ye Chen’s guess was correct, the meteorite that fell from the sky was the source of the mysterious stone in his body, and was the secret of the Samsara Graveyard.

However, why would this mural appear in the Universe Death Domain?

Why did his master’s jade pendant lead him here?

Ye Chen suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to look around. There was an ancient altar depicted in a nearby mural.

In the center of the altar was a burning stone tablet. Around the stone tablet, countless cultivators knelt down as if they were worshiping.

Ye Chen felt that he had touched on some secret and continued to look around. However, cracks suddenly appeared further along the mural, and it looked like it had been forcefully destroyed by a sword.

At the intersection of the cracks, Ye Chen saw a line of words.

“The Blood Soul Clan, prisoners of the Divine Kingdom, a puppet that guards secrets.”

“The Qiankun Race is the guardian of the Slaughter Domain. They ruled the Lingwu Continent for a hundred years in ancient times.”

Ye Chen’s brows furrowed into a deep frown. He realized that he had been completely embroiled in a mystery on this trip.

Back then, a portion of the Blood Soul Clan had been sealed by the Demon Saint. After the seal was opened, they had gradually awakened.

The Blood Spirit Clan and the Hall of Souls in the Lingwu Continent were branches of an ancient clan.

The ancient mighty experts of the Kunlun Mountains were trapped by the Bloodsword sect founded by the Blood Spirit Clan.

Now, Lan Xueyue was trapped in the Universe Death Domain.

What did all of this mean?

Also, why was the Blood Soul Clan called the prisoners of the Divine Kingdom?

Ye Chen touched the missing part of the mural. He knew very well that the most important part of the mural had been destroyed.

Ye Chen looked around and found another piece of text introducing the Qiankun Race.

The Qiankun Race was probably related to the Samsara Graveyard, which was probably why Lan Xueyue had led him here.

In the ancient era, the Qiankun Race had ruled the Lingwu Continent for a period of time.

It was rumored that the Qiankun Race were the descendants of a God of the Universe. Every member of the Qiankun Race was born with the strength of a Divine King realm cultivator, while every adult clan member reached the Sealed Gate realm.