Xu Qing didn't know how to join the Moon Rebel Hall.
Back then, Duanmu Zang didn't say it explicitly and only told him to head there.
Now, more than half a year had passed. Xu Qing stood in the green sandstorm and looked at the Bitter Life Mountain Range in the distance. The information he had gathered about this place appeared in his mind.
Different from the Unending Mountain Range, the Bitter Life Mountain Range didn't have any vegetation. There was only the endless wind and sand whistling in his ears. That constant whimpering sound would instinctively make one feel oppressed and desolate.
Xu Qing tightened his collar, feeling Ling'er sliding on his neck. A warm sensation welled up in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he rose along with the sandstorm and gradually set foot in the Bitter Life Mountain Range, embarking on his journey to find the traces of the Moon Rebel Hall.
Time seemed like the wind between heaven and earth, blowing constantly, steadily passing by.
Ten days later, on a relatively tall mountain peak in the Bitter Life Mountain Range, Xu Qing was frowning as he looked around.
During these ten days, he had been searching within the Bitter Life Mountain Range for a long time, but he had yet to find any clues regarding joining the Moon Rebel Hall. However, he did notice that there were many creatures of various races living within this mountain range, residing in earthen cities within the various peaks.
Among them, mortals were rare. Most of them had cultivation bases but they were somewhat xenophobic.
There were a few times when Xu Qing observed them from afar and sensed the hostility in the gazes of those cultivators.
"Duanmu Zang said that the way to join the Moon Rebel Hall is in the Bitter Life Mountain Range…" Xu Qing looked at the mountain peak in the distance. On the tallest mountain in the Bitter Life Mountain Range, there were energy fluctuations of the Red Moon's restriction.
"The Red Moon Shrine usually doesn't casually build branch halls outside, but there's one here…"
"This means that this place is special. There's a high chance that there's really a way to enter the Moon Rebel Hall. However, there's something strange. If the vast majority of people know that the Bitter Life Mountain Range is the territory of the Moon Rebel Hall, why didn't the temple seal this place or forbid entry?"
Xu Qing fell into deep thought and retracted his gaze to look at the foot of the mountain.
From his altitude, the desert at the foot of the mountain was green. The wind blew strongly and stirred up a sandstorm, dyeing the entire world into a green sea of fog.
"Unless there are some special reasons why the sealing and prohibition are ineffective."
Xu Qing fell into deep thought and was about to continue searching. However, at that moment, some shouts from afar were sent over by the wind. There were also faint fluctuations of spells resonating in the wind.
Xu Qing originally didn't care. He had encountered such things a few times in the Bitter Life Mountain Range these few days. Most of them were fights between cultivators from various races for various reasons.
The level of the fight wasn't high and it was mainly at the Foundation Building realm. There were very few Golden Core realm fights.
However, after taking a few steps, Xu Qing stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction of the spell fluctuations.
"The fluctuations of the Nascent Soul realm? Moreover, it's not very strong. It seems to be between the second and third tribulations."
Ever since he arrived here, this was the first time Xu Qing had encountered a fight between Nascent Soul cultivators. Since he couldn't find a way to enter the Moon Rebel Hall here, he had to use other methods to search indirectly.
Hence, Xu Qing concealed his body and fused into the wind, drifting over.
Not long later, the location of the fight was reflected in Xu Qing's eyes.
It was a canyon, and below it lay the green winds of the desert. Two cultivators were locked in a mid-air battle, with ever-changing spells and the sharp edges of magical weapons darting back and forth, creating shockwaves and resonating sounds throughout the area.
These two people were both middle-aged and their clothes were similar to Xu Qing's. Their entire bodies were wrapped up, revealing only their eyes.
Their attacks were extremely fierce, a ruthless exchange of blows, and one of them was severely wounded. There was a large gash on his abdomen, and one of his arms appeared to have been severed at some point.
The one who attacked him had one eye blinded, with fresh blood flowing, but the other eye gleamed with ferocity.
Evidently, this deadly battle had not just started here; it had begun elsewhere and had led to a pursuit that brought them to this location.
The moment Xu Qing arrived, the one-eyed cultivator suddenly spewed a black mist. Within the swirling mist, his opponent, already severely wounded and growing weaker, couldn't evade it. The mist engulfed his face directly.
A mournful cry rang out and the injured cultivator retreated rapidly. However, it was still too late. The one-eyed cultivator let out a sinister laugh and chased after him. His hands ruthlessly stabbed into the other party's chest, shattering his internal organs.
It was unknown what spell he used but it actually turned his opponent into a dried corpse.
Xu Qing watched carefully. Even the nascent souls couldn't escape and were sealed in the dried corpse.
After doing this, the one-eyed cultivator kept the dried corpse and turned his head abruptly. His eyes revealed a dark glint and there were marks flickering in his pupils, giving off a bizarre sensation. He grinned.
"There's one more?"
"Are you here to rob your grandpa as well?"
As he spoke, his gaze landed on where Xu Qing was hiding.
Although Xu Qing wasn't wearing the mask, his concealment methods were extraordinary. Since the other party could sense him, there must be something special about him. Moreover, the other party's gaze was precise and wasn't a fluke.
Xu Qing thought about it and decided to come out. He took a few steps back to indicate that he didn't have any hostility. His gaze was honest as he calmly spoke.
"Fellow Daoist, I have nothing to do with the person you killed. I followed the fluctuations of spells here because a friend disappeared from this mountain range a month ago, so I came here to search. I wonder if you've seen him…"
Before Xu Qing could finish speaking, the one-eyed cultivator took a few steps back and sneered.
"There are many people who have gone missing here. I've never seen them before." The one-eyed cultivator sped into the distance.
Xu Qing's expression was as calm as ever. He originally planned to make use of this excuse to probe for some information he needed, but the other party was too vigilant.
However, Xu Qing didn't care about this. Since he didn't get an answer, he turned to leave.
