# Chapter 1783: King Mountain Anomaly
Zhang Ruochen took out a Space Exquisite Ball and opened the world gate to its inner world.
Immediately, nearly a hundred beautiful female saints walked out from the world gate.
There were eight Space Exquisite Balls, each containing a massive planet inside.
Zhang Ruochen selected four Space Exquisite Balls that contained habitable planets and handed them to Devouring Elephant Rabbit, Demon Ape, Shi Shenghua, and Xie Chengzi respectively. He instructed them to lead the female saints and split up to evacuate the civilians and martial artists within Yunwu Commandery as quickly as possible.
Zhang Ruochen did not use the Qiankun Realm for two reasons. First, there were bound to be saint realm cultivators from the Heavenly Court Realm within Yunwu Commandery, and Zhang Ruochen worried they might sneak into the Qiankun Realm and discover its secrets.
Second, Zhang Ruochen's energy was limited after all. The Saint King realm experts from the Nether God Hall could arrive at any moment. If they could not find Zhang Ruochen, they might slaughter the city in a fit of rage—that was not impossible.
Moreover, aside from the Nether God Hall, there were countless forces that wanted to deal with Zhang Ruochen: the Blood Battle Divine Hall, the Merit Divine Hall, the Black Demon Realm, and even the Hell Realm. If they learned he had appeared in Yunwu Commandery, it would surely invite a storm of blood and slaughter.
Zhang Ruochen pulled out the Divine Envoy Wooden Staff and dragged his heavy left leg as he walked into an ancient mountain outside the royal city.
That ancient mountain was called "King Mountain."
The Yunwu Commandery King was buried within King Mountain.
Regardless, the Yunwu Commandery King could be considered Zhang Ruochen's father in this life, so Zhang Ruochen intended to move his tomb into the Qiankun Realm for reburial.
Zhenmiao Little Daoist followed behind Zhang Ruochen, watching his left leg leave deep footprints in the ground, and clicked his tongue. "Is your left leg really a divine leg? I feel like you're actually lame!"
"Do you want to try it?" Zhang Ruochen shot him a glance.
"Forget it, forget it!"
Zhenmiao Little Daoist quickly shook his head, not daring to try. He distanced himself from Zhang Ruochen and rushed ahead into the depths of King Mountain.
A moment later, Zhenmiao Little Daoist came rushing back, carrying a bowl-thick purple tree root, shouting from afar: "Zhang Ruochen, look what I found? Unbelievable—in such a remote and barren place, you can actually find such a rare treasure."
Before Zhang Ruochen could examine it closely, he smelled a rich medicinal fragrance and felt a wave of heavenly saint qi wash over him.
The three-foot-long purple tree root had a tiny sprout as tall as a finger growing from its top, with two small leaves. The root was like a purple crystal gem, flowing with dazzling liquid inside.
"A Qiong Spirit Root, and purple at that—meaning it's seventy thousand years old?" Zhang Ruochen was greatly surprised.
King Mountain was not his first time here, but he never imagined there could be such a treasure hidden in the mountain.
No.
Sacred medicine could not grow just anywhere.
The older the sacred medicine, the higher the requirements for the soil.
A seventy-thousand-year-old sacred medicine—even the top sects of the Kunlun Realm could only cultivate a few. How could Yunwu Commandery possibly produce such a rare and precious treasure?
"Perhaps it's because the Kunlun Realm has begun to revive that such strange phenomena appear."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Abyssal Ancient Sword, split open the Qiong Spirit Root, and drank from it together with Zhenmiao Little Daoist. Soon, their skin emitted purple light, and they gained many benefits.
Especially their spiritual power—it increased considerably.
Along the way, Zhenmiao Little Daoist dug up five more sacred medicines, making Zhang Ruochen marvel in wonder, feeling it was truly unbelievable.
Such a small King Mountain had nurtured so many sacred medicines. How many more would be nurtured in other spiritual mountains and sacred lands?
However, King Mountain seemed to have grown much larger—it was not small at all.
Zhenmiao Little Daoist felt puzzled. "Are you sure this mountain only covers two hundred li? I feel like I've already walked over six hundred li?"
Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brow and stopped walking.
"Boom."
He stomped his left foot, launching himself into the air to land on top of a nearby small hill.
Opening his Heavenly Eye at his brow, Zhang Ruochen gazed into the depths of King Mountain. After a moment, his expression turned serious. "Interesting. There's a folded space within King Mountain. As the Kunlun Realm revives, the folded space has opened. My Heavenly Eye is blocked by some strange power—I can't see the end of King Mountain."
Previously, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was too low. Even if he encountered folded space, he couldn't discern its secrets, so naturally he never discovered King Mountain's hidden secret.
Zhenmiao Little Daoist hopped over. "Your Zhang family's ancestors really knew how to pick a spot—choosing a cemetery right inside folded space."
Zhang Ruochen spread a pair of dragon wings on his back, but just as he tried to take flight, he fell toward the ground.
His left leg was too heavy, making it impossible for him to fly.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen had to use Space Displacement to avoid crashing to the ground.
"Damn it."
Zhang Ruochen slapped his left leg, then used Great Space Teleportation to rush deeper into King Mountain. After traveling another thousand li or so, he finally found the tomb forest built by the Yunwu Commandery royal clan.
He found the Yunwu Commandery King's tomb and moved it into the Qiankun Realm.
After thinking it over, Zhang Ruochen looked at the tombs of the Zhang family's various ancestors and ultimately decided to move all the ancient tombs away.
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and a crack split open.
"What's happening? I understand—moving ancestral tombs must be done with care. You need to perform sacrifices first, burn spirit money, and carve inscriptions. Such a major matter, and you're doing it so rashly—you've definitely angered your ancestors." Zhenmiao Little Daoist said with a serious expression.
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe any of that. He carefully observed the crack in the ground.
From that crack, rich saint qi was escaping, and a large number of heavenly and earthly rules were spraying out. An extremely ancient aura surged forth, filling the surrounding space.
"Rumble."
The ground shook violently again, and the crack widened to two feet.
Heavenly saint qi and heavenly and earthly rules continued to spray out, causing anomalies in the sky. A cyan light river appeared, spanning the eastern and western skies.
At the same time, green smoke began to rise from the Zhang family's ancient graves.
Blue-green sacred flowers grew rapidly, soon covering the entire cemetery and forming a boundless sea of flowers.
Each sacred flower was at least ten thousand years old.
As the sprayed heavenly saint qi grew thicker and the heavenly and earthly rules denser and more profound, some sacred flowers' ages increased rapidly, blooming more brilliantly, their radiance growing more dazzling.
Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Little Daoist were both stunned, never expecting to witness such a strange phenomenon with their own eyes.
From the crack in the ground, a shabbily dressed old man suddenly climbed out.
"Ghost!"
Zhenmiao Little Daoist shrieked.
Zhang Ruochen glared at him. "At the Divine Sealing Platform, you've seen all kinds of demons and monsters. What are you pretending to be afraid of?"
"Right! I have profound Daoist arts—what's there to fear?"
Zhenmiao Little Daoist walked toward the old man, raised his little fist, shouted "Take this," and punched out, sending the old man flying dozens of zhang away.
"Ouch—you damned bastard—hitting an old man—my back—it's broken—ouch—murder—isn't anyone coming to save this old man..."
Cries of pain came from the sea of flowers.
"He's not a thousand-year-old corpse—he's alive?" Zhenmiao Little Daoist was stunned.
Zhang Ruochen immediately rushed over and used his spiritual power to investigate. Confirming that the old man was indeed a living person, he quickly took out a healing sacred pill and prepared to feed it to him.
Just as he crouched down, Zhang Ruochen smelled a terrible stench. He had no idea how long the old man had been underground.
Suppressing the smell, Zhang Ruochen fed the sacred pill into the old man's mouth.
Standing up, Zhang Ruochen carefully observed this old man. He looked about seventy, skin and bones, with dirty white hair hanging loose. It was unclear how long it had been since he last bathed or changed clothes. A thick layer of grime covered his skin, and his clothes were tattered like grass skin.
If not for the fact that he was indeed alive, Zhang Ruochen would have thought he was a mummy buried underground for tens of thousands of years.
"Old sir, feeling any better?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Ouch—still hurts—you hit me, you have to take responsibility—can't mistreat the elderly."
The old man curled up on the ground, crying out in pain.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes showed confusion.
He knew that Lin Jingye had taken the same healing sacred pill and even regrown a broken leg. This old man on the ground was also at the Heavenly Extreme Realm. After taking the sacred pill, how could there be no improvement at all?
Zhang Ruochen grew wary. "Old sir, why did you crawl out from underground?"
The old man's eyes rolled beneath his eyelids. "I'm a tomb raider. Seeing so many big tombs here, of course I had to go down and grab something."
"A tomb raider?"
Zhang Ruochen's forehead darkened with veins. "Do you know that the tombs here are all my ancestors?"
The old man was momentarily stunned, then suddenly his back didn't seem to hurt anymore. He looked carefully at Zhang Ruochen. "Young man, what's your name?"
"Zhang Ruochen."
Zhang Ruochen lifted the Divine Envoy Wooden Staff and began rolling up his sleeve, revealing half his arm.
"Surname Zhang—good surname—I also have the surname Zhang... Hey—young man—what are you doing?"
Zhang Ruochen raised the Divine Envoy Wooden Staff and brought it down in a flurry of blows, producing a "thump thump" sound.
"Tomb raiding, huh? Raiding my family's tombs—what good stuff did you find? Hand it over, all of it!"
"Ouch—hitting an old man—isn't anyone coming to save me—I'm about to be beaten to death—young friend—I didn't find anything—nothing at all—help—they're beating an old man to death..."
The old man scrambled up from the ground and fled into the distance.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He increasingly felt that this old fellow was not simple.
Just now, when he swung the Divine Envoy Wooden Staff, he had been continuously increasing his strength. The last strike could probably have killed a Half-Saint, but aside from screaming, the old man wasn't injured at all—in fact, he ran faster than a rabbit.
Interesting.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to continue chasing and capture the old man, several extremely powerful sacred dao auras emerged from the forest in the distance. Five or six experts above the Seven-Step Saint King realm were rushing toward this location.