No one was allowed to seize what belonged to him.
Anyone who dared plunder it would die without a burial place. Clearly, those people just now had all been courting death.
"Then what is my obsession?"
"What have I been searching for all these years?"
Amid the blood, Ye Qinghong murmured to himself, traces of bewilderment passing through his cold, clear eyes.
For the first time, he felt somewhat lost, not even knowing which way to turn.
For more than twenty years, he had known only that he was pursuing something, but had never understood what it was.
But as a swordsman, he was stubborn by nature, his heart exceptionally steadfast. Since he could not figure it out, he stopped dwelling on it and walked out of the tomb, holding the box.
The instant he emerged from the tomb, a dense succession of footsteps rang out.
He raised his head and found numerous armored soldiers standing beyond the snowfield.
Every one of these soldiers was well trained and clad in heavy armor, their spearheads pointed at him, ready to fight at any moment.
By now, Ye Qinghong had roughly understood what was going on.
Clearly, it was not just Jianghu searching for the Cultivation World Technique. The Imperial Court was searching for it too.
How could the Imperial Court allow a technique capable of overturning everything to fall into Jianghu?
He was indeed powerful, and few could match him, but a full thousand heavily armored soldiers clearly exceeded his limits. In other words, if he did not hand over the technique today, he would very likely have no hope of survival.
"The snow is falling so heavily. Then what exactly am I pursuing?"
Amid the wind and snow, Ye Qinghong murmured to himself, his cold, clear eyes filled with bewilderment.