With Shahu under control, Ling Xiao soon learned a lot of information from him.
Apart from Tasha City, there were many other cities in the Sand Region that were under the jurisdiction of a force called the Holy Yin Cult.
The old site of the Holy Yang Cult was located in the Sand Region, and everyone knew where it was because it was no longer a secret.
Ling Xiao became depressed when he heard this news.
Since everyone knew where the Holy Yang Cult was located, even if the Holy Yang Cult had any secrets, they would have been discovered by others long ago. It would not be his turn to pick up Ping Yi.
It seemed that he had really made a wasted trip this time.
However, since he was already here, Ling Xiao had to go and see what was so amazing about the great cult that had almost unified the Central Region in the past.
Therefore, Ling Xiao once again sat on the Dragon Horse and rushed to the Holy Yang Cult with Shahu.
The Holy Yang Cult was indeed built in the Tamori Desert.
However, its location was not easy to find. People who were not familiar with the direction of the desert would not be able to find it.
Under Sha Hu's guidance, Ling Xiao only arrived there after a month's journey.
In front of him was a seawall city. The ancient castles were grand and magnificent, and the spirit trees were so tall that they covered the sky. There were many spirit herbs and spirit flowers, and there were also many clear pools that were filled with dense spirit qi. In this desert, this was definitely a beautiful place to visit.
However, such a beautiful place was actually worshiped by the people of the Sand Region and became a place of worship for the gods.
Looking at the densely packed people of the Sand Region, Ling Xiao was a little dumbfounded.
This was the holy land that he had been searching for, a place where he sincerely prayed to the gods. It made him feel like a deflated balloon, and he no longer hoped to find an opportunity to break through to the Saint Realm.
"Since I'm here, it's not a bad idea to take a look at the customs here!" Ling Xiao murmured.
Then, he borrowed a set of clothes from the Sand Region from Shahu and changed into it. He put away the Dragon Horse and went to the Holy Yang Cult's territory with Shahu.
The main castles here were crowded with many people. Everyone had incense sticks in their hands, and their expressions were incomparably sincere as they muttered something.
Ling Xiao learned from Shahu that today was the fifteenth day of the month, the day of worship. That was why so many people came to burn incense and worship the gods.
Arriving here, Ling Xiao took out the map he got from the Lu Family. He wanted to verify whether this place was really the place indicated on the map.
Ling Xiao flew high into the sky and took out the route map to compare. He found that most of the routes were the same, but there were some places that were not right. It was as if something was missing and something else was added.
Just as Ling Xiao was feeling puzzled, Shahu reminded him, "Master, no one is allowed to fly here. Come down quickly!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, more than ten auras rushed out from below the castle.
These people were actually at the Mystic Thearch Realm, which gave Ling Xiao a fright.
One of the high-level Mystic Thearchs spoke to Ling Xiao in their native language, but Ling Xiao could not understand.
He immediately asked Shahu to translate.
It turned out that they were reprimanding him for flying here, saying that it was disrespectful to the gods and that he had to be punished.
Ling Xiao was depressed. How would he know about this rule? He quickly asked Shahu to explain for him.
However, these people did not listen to Ling Xiao's explanation at all. They were prepared to capture Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao did not say anything else and immediately fled at full speed.
He was not afraid of these people, but he did not want to make a big fuss here. After all, this was their territory. It was not wise to offend them.
These people did not expect Ling Xiao to flee so quickly. Furthermore, he was so fast that they could not react in time.
By the time they regained their senses and wanted to give chase, Ling Xiao was already thousands of miles away.
After fleeing for half a day, Ling Xiao stopped. He learned from Shahu that this place was actually taken over by the Holy Yin Sect.
It was said that there was a Holy Elder there. Ordinary people would not dare to break the rules there. Otherwise, they would definitely be punished.
"Master, we should leave quickly. When you flew above the castle, you must have alerted the Holy Elder. He will definitely chase after us and take us back!" Shahu said worriedly.
Ling Xiao was just about to reply, but he sensed that there were sages rushing over.
"They are already here. We can't escape!" Ling Xiao replied indifferently. He held the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand and looked in a direction warily.
A skinny old man came out of the space.
This old man did not say anything else. He immediately used his spatial power towards Ling Xiao and wanted to imprison Ling Xiao.
This old man was obviously only a low-level Saint. His strength was still within the range that Ling Xiao could withstand.
"If there's anything, we can talk about it. I didn't mean it. I didn't even know the rules there. As the saying goes, the ignorant are not guilty!" Ling Xiao was already at the peak of the Mystic Emperor. He instantly broke free and said.
Shahu immediately translated for the low-level Saint.
However, the low-level Saint immediately replied, "Whether you did it on purpose or not, immediately follow me back to accept your punishment."
"Are you forcing me to make a move?" Ling Xiao said with a hint of anger.
Who knew that in the next moment, the low-level Saint would not waste any more words with him and attacked him again.
A wave of cold air immediately enveloped him, and the surrounding air instantly cooled down.
"Damn, it seems like the people here are all barbarians. They actually attacked without distinguishing between right and wrong. Do they really think that I am easy to bully?"
On the way here, Ling Xiao had been attacked by several waves of people. If he had not been tough, he would have died in a foreign land.
Now that he was enraged, he would just take everyone there and observe the ruins of the Holy Yang Sect to see if there were any secrets hidden there.
Against the cold air, using fire-type attacks was undoubtedly the most effective.
The Nine Suns Heaven Burning Fist brought along waves of blazing suns and smashed towards the low-level Saint.
When the low-level Saint saw Ling Xiao's fist technique, he could not help but exclaim, "It's … it's the Holy Yang Technique!"
Ling Xiao didn't know what he was yelling about. His strength continued to rise, and all kinds of suns of different colors continued to emit raging flames of extreme Yang, burning this part of the world to a blazing heat.
The low-level Saint did not dare to be careless and immediately used his full strength to deal with Ling Xiao.
The more he fought, the more shocked he was. Ling Xiao was clearly only at the peak of the Mystic Emperor, but he was able to fight evenly with a Saint like him. He subconsciously thought that it was definitely the power of the Holy Yang Technique.
Boom boom boom!
The sounds of intense battle rang out incessantly as the two powers of ice and fire clashed continuously.
Faintly, the fire-type power seemed to be even stronger than the ice-type power.
The low-level Saint revealed a look of fear, and a curved blade with strong elemental waves appeared in his hand. At the same time, a Level 8 Snow Ice Bear appeared beside him.
It was obvious that he was afraid of being injured by Ling Xiao and had to use all his strength to take down Ling Xiao.
"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!" Ling Xiao laughed coldly and summoned Muscle. At the same time, a pair of boxing gloves appeared in his hands.
This pair of fire-type boxing gloves was the mid-grade Saint artifact that Ling Xiao had obtained from Liu Xu.
After putting on this pair of boxing gloves, Ling Xiao's fists were like the wind and lightning, and he did not hold back as he fought against the low-level Saint.
Muscle also appeared beside Ling Xiao, and his Lion's Roar roared out from his mouth, causing the surroundings to tremble.
The Snow Ice Bear's eardrums immediately buzzed, and fresh blood flowed out from its ears.
The intense battle started once again, and the low-level Saint and the Snow Ice Bear were completely suppressed by Ling Xiao and Muscle.
The low-level Saint became more and more fearful as he fought. He knew that it was impossible to capture the young man and bring him back. Without thinking, he immediately turned and left.
However, since Ling Xiao had already spoken, how could he let him escape?
The Broken Jade Gold Splitting Finger instantly shot out from his index finger.
The low-level Saint did not expect Ling Xiao to be able to gather such a powerful finger energy in an instant. He activated layers of spatial energy to cover his body, intending to block the finger energy.
However, the five-colored finger energy was extremely powerful, and it directly pierced through his spatial energy and landed on his body.
He was sent flying far away by the finger energy. Fortunately, his body was strong, and he was not directly pierced through. Only a small amount of fire energy landed on his body.
However, it was this small amount of fire that took his life.
The small amount of fire instantly turned into a prairie fire, burning him into ashes.
As the low-level Saint died, the Snow Ice Bear naturally died as well.
Ling Xiao did not stand on ceremony, and kept the Snow Ice Bear's corpse.
The corpse of an eighth-grade spirit beast could be sold for a sky-high price no matter where it was auctioned.
After taking care of the Saint, Ling Xiao did not rush to the Holy Yang Sect's ruins. Instead, he concealed his aura, changed his direction, and temporarily left this place.
The death of this Saint might attract other experts very quickly.
Ling Xiao moved to another place, and forcibly memorized the map in his hand before burning it to ashes.
"What is the relationship between the Holy Yang Sect and the Holy Yin Sect?
Moreover, that old fellow thought that the Nine Suns Burning Sky Technique was some Holy Yang Technique. Could it be that this technique was passed down from the Holy Yang Sect? "Ling Xiao's heart was full of questions.
No matter what the answer was, he had to go to the Holy Yang Sect's ruins to observe.
However, he learned from Sha Hu that other than the 15 Divine Suns, the Holy Yang Sect's ruins were not open to others.
This news made Ling Xiao feel conflicted again.
Now, he even had plans to return to the Central Region.
The Holy Yang Sect had been occupied by the Holy Yin Sect for many years, and if there were any secrets there, it would not be his turn to occupy them.
After some hesitation, Ling Xiao decided to wait until the fifteenth of the next month before going to the Holy Yang Sect's ruins again.
This was because from the way he looked at it from the sky, although it was roughly the same as the road signs on the map, there were a few places where it came from. Perhaps there were some mysteries in these places.
However, to make sure that his identity was not exposed easily, Ling Xiao used this month's time to get Sha Hu to teach him the local language so that he could successfully sneak in.