Chapter 572: Immortal's Tomb
t, you've inherited the true teachings of your master ancestor. You should be able to go even further on the immortal path. While restoring Qingyangguan is the wish of your master ancestor, compared t...This way, an additional escape route was created.
The struggle for the purple fruit of the crimson clouds is related to one's own immortal path. There was no way out.
The opponent was a powerful demon of the Yao Dan stage, very likely not just in the early stage. Qin Sang had made preparations to fight to the death. Unless he played all his cards and was forced into a desperate situation, he would never back down!
With the guarantee of a Yuan Ying reward, it's impossible to fail. There's always an option to retreat at any time.
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A big stone fell from Qin Sang's heart, and he felt much lighter all over.
Just as Qin Sang was lost in thought.
East Yangbo and Chenyan were also communicating in secret.
“Donghyun Xian didn't recognize your true identity. When your master disappeared, I had no dealings with him. Unless someone familiar with you or your master told them, it shouldn't have occurred to you so quickly. After all, only a hundred and twenty years of being in the Nascent Soul stage is quite remarkable.”
Chenyan said, "Master traveled thousands of miles to come to the Xiao Han domain for the sake of the Ziwei Palace. Originally, he planned to visit the Ziwei Palace and then return to his sect. He didn't want to be involved with local forces, so he didn't bring me to meet many people. At most, they only saw me once."
Dongyang Bo nodded and said, “That’s good. As long as your identity is not exposed before we retrieve the treasure from Tianshan Mountain, we have a good chance of success. However, I have something I don’t know if I should say… Before your master, there were others who were trapped in Tianshan Mountain, and without exception, they all disappeared completely in the end. There must be dangers in the depths of Tianshan that we do not know about. Although your master is said to be extremely skilled, he has been trapped there for two hundred years… I’m afraid…”
“My master is a late-stage Grand Cultivator, he definitely won't be alright!”
Chenyan's tone suddenly became very excited.
Donghuang Bo repeatedly soothed Chenyan.
"I'm not saying your master didn't have a chance to escape, but you need to be prepared for the worst."
“I hadn’t asked you about your sect before. When you came to the Xiao Han Domain, you were young. Counting up, you’re less than three hundred years old. Over two hundred years of that were spent in Shao Hua Mountain. That's quite a bit of affection.”
"Should your master remain unrecued, what will you do Will you stay at Shaolin Temple or return to your sect"
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Before Dawn Smoke could answer, Dongyang Bo added, "You are already a Yuan Ying cultivator, and so young. It is possible that you have the chance to impact the later stages of Yuan Ying or even the legendary Divine Transformation stage. You would not be treated poorly anywhere."
"If you're willing to stay at Shaohua Mountain, old man welcomes you with open arms and will hand over the entire Shaohua Mountain legacy to you. There's no one among the younger generation of Shaohua Mountain who is capable of succeeding me. In the future, you will be the founder of Shaohua Mountain."
This is a test.
“If this attack fails, the next tribulation will be a death sentence. If I only have a tenth of the chance of survival, I'm afraid I won't last until the next opening of the Ziwei Palace.”
Though chaos seems imminent, opportunities can be found even in times of crisis.
However, this old man worries that someone in your sect is still concerned about you and has been searching for your whereabouts.
"Judging from your master's bearing, the strength of your entire sect far surpasses my expectations. When they come looking for people, I will be powerless to stop them."
Chen Yan fell silent for a moment before softly saying, "Rest assured, though my master and I don't have many close friends in the sect, we also haven't made any enemies. At least it won't involve Shao Huashan. They'd be too happy if my master and I disappeared to even think of looking for us. I can't make a decision right now, but I will definitely return to the sect eventually."
The exit of the stone hall is a sheer cliff.
The entire mountain seemed to have been cleaved from top to bottom by a sharp blade, smooth as a mirror.
In the front, the sky and the ground were all covered with gray-white mist. Visibility was limited to a few dozen meters at most. In the depths of the mist, some black auras flickered in and out.
Qin Sang was very familiar with these auras; they were auras of Yin Sha.
Places tainted by the presence of Yin Shaqi will have a gray-black mist, but it is all chaotic and nothing can be seen through it.
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These gray-white mists may not just be composed of evil spirits. The wind howls through the mist, sounding like ghostly cries. In the depths of the mist, there seem to be ghosts appearing and disappearing, very eerie.
"Those specters, could they be the ghosts trapped here"
Qin Sang's heart was filled with great vigilance.
The methods of ghosts are strange and difficult to deal with.
He had seen the most ghosts in Wuyah Valley.
But those ghosts were born from blood qi and are more like demonic spirits, vastly different from true ghosts. The Purple Micro Palace is called a celestial palace, yet it has such a region shrouded in ghostly mist. The ghosts within must be extremely terrifying.
Qin Sang saw that Dongyang Bo, who had always appeared relaxed, now had a few more solemn expressions on his face. He held a sword in one hand, and the other hand raised a golden vajra-shaped magic weapon.
This magic treasure was clearly more closely connected to Dongyang Bo, suggesting that the Vajra Stone was his true natal treasure, rather than the sword.
“Go!”
Donghuang Bo stretched out his hand and beckoned, the diamond-encrusted jewel flew to above Qin Sang and the five others' heads, shining brightly, protecting them below.
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Next, Dongyang Bo pointed at the chains on the cliff wall and said: "Going down from the chains is a place called Xianfen. Inside, there are billowing ghost mists, countless resentful spirits, and it was already very powerful. Later, it devoured many cultivators who entered Ziwei Palace, making it even harder to pass through. Some ghosts are very powerful, even Yuan Ying cultivators are not opponents. You must not take this lightly. These ghosts are best at confusing people's hearts. Keep your true self and follow the old man's magic treasure guidance. If necessary, you can close your five senses."
"The disciple obeys!"
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On the sheer cliff face, dozens of iron cables hung down into the depths of the ghostly mist, disappearing from view.
Each iron chain was as thick as a thigh, and with every gust of wind, it clanged against the cliff, making a deafening sound.
Grasping the icy iron rope and climbing down, even with the protection of the Vajra Jewel, I felt a terrible chill seeping into my heart. It's no wonder they say that the outer hall of Ziwei Palace is fraught with danger; it's certain death for Foundation Establishment cultivators who enter.
If it weren't for Dong Yang Bo and Chen Yan, Qin Sang wouldn't even be able to get past the first wave of Corpse Hawks.
Thinking about this, Qin Sang worried even more about Yun Youzi.
He wanted to venture into the inner hall alone, hoping his preparations would be enough.
With all his spiritual power running, dispelling the cold, he finally stepped onto solid ground, but was still almost frozen to death.
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Qin Sang took out a warming pill and swallowed it, then turned to look into the depths of the ghostly mist.
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Ahead lay a vast expanse of flat land, yet not a single blade of grass grew. The soil was a dark brown, making one wonder if it had been drenched in blood to such an unnatural hue.
Qin Sang's eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw a tomb!
The tomb was very low and looked like a small mound of earth. In front of the tomb was a broken stele, its inscription scratched by countless claw marks, completely blurred.
A solitary stele and tomb stand alone in this desolate wasteland, their presence marking time lost to the sands of millennia.
No, there isn't just this one lonely grave here!
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Qin Sang quietly took a step forward, his field of vision slightly widened, and he saw that behind this tomb, there were three more neatly arranged tombs.
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