Chapter 572: Immortal Tomb

Mortal Realm

Mortal Realm

This provided an extra escape route.

The struggle for the Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit concerned his path to immortality, and there was originally no room for retreat.

His opponent was a great demon at the Demon Core stage, and very likely not just in the early Demon Core stage. Qin Sang had already prepared to fight to the death; he would never back down unless he had exhausted all his trump cards and was forced into a desperate situation!

With the Nascent Soul reward as a safety net, he could retreat at any time if the situation proved impossible.

A great weight lifted from Qin Sang's heart, and he felt much more relaxed.

While Qin Sang was lost in thought,

Lord Dongyang and Chen Yan were also conversing in secret.

"Immortal Dongyun didn't recognize your true identity. Before your master disappeared, I had no interaction with him. Unless someone is very familiar with you or your master, they shouldn't quickly connect you to a young girl who was only at the Qi Refining stage over two hundred years ago. After all, forming a Nascent Soul in just two hundred years is far too astonishing."

Chen Yan said, "Master traveled countless miles to the Minor Cold Domain for the Ziwei Palace. He originally intended to return to our sect after exploring the Ziwei Palace and didn't want to get too involved with local forces. That's why he didn't introduce me to many people; at most, they only saw me once."

Lord Dongyang 'hmm-ed' and said, "That's good. As long as your identity isn't exposed before we claim the treasure in Heavenly Mountain, we'll have a good chance. However, there's something I feel I should mention... Before your master, there were others trapped in Heavenly Mountain, and without exception, they all completely vanished. There must be dangers deep within Heavenly Mountain that we don't know about. Although your master's cultivation is exceptional, having been trapped inside for two hundred years, I'm afraid..."

"My master is a late-stage Grand Cultivator; he will definitely be fine!"

Chen Yan's tone suddenly became very agitated.

Lord Dongyang repeatedly tried to comfort Chen Yan.

"I'm not saying your master has no chance of escape, but you must be prepared for the worst.

"I've never pressed you about your sect before. You were quite young when you came to the Minor Cold Domain. All told, you've lived for less than three hundred years, and over two hundred of those were spent at Shaohua Mountain. You must have some attachment to it.

"If we can't rescue your master, what are your plans for the future? Do you intend to stay at Shaohua Mountain, or return to your sect?"

Before Chen Yan could answer, Lord Dongyang added, "You are already a Nascent Soul cultivator, and so young. You might even have a chance to reach the late Nascent Soul stage or even the legendary Soul Transformation stage. You won't be treated lightly anywhere.

"If you are willing to stay at Shaohua Mountain, I would welcome you with open arms and hand over Shaohua Mountain's foundation to you. There are no promising talents among Shaohua Mountain's younger generation; in the future, you would be the Ancestral Master of Shaohua Mountain.

"If this trip yields no results, I have less than a ten percent chance of surviving my next Heavenly Tribulation. I'm afraid I won't last until the next opening of the Ziwei Palace.

"Don't just see the coming chaos; there are opportunities amidst the crisis.

"However, I'm concerned that someone in your sect might be worried about you both and has been searching for your whereabouts.

"Judging by your master's demeanor, it's clear that your sect's power likely far surpasses our imagination. If they come looking for you, I would be powerless to stop them."

Chen Yan was silent for a moment, then said indifferently, "Don't worry. Although Master and I don't have many close relatives in the sect, we also don't have any generational feuds, so Shaohua Mountain won't be implicated. When Master and I disappeared, they were probably too happy to even look for me everywhere. I can't make a decision now, but I definitely need to return to the sect at some point, just not now."

The exit of the stone hall was a sheer cliff.

The entire mountain looked as if it had been sliced from top to bottom by a sharp blade, smooth as a mirror.

Ahead, grayish-white mist drifted everywhere, from sky to ground. Visibility was limited to a few dozen feet at most, and deep within the mist, some black auras faintly flickered.

Qin Sang was very familiar with these auras; they were Yin fiend energy.

In areas infused with Yin fiend energy, the mist appeared grayish-black, but it was all a chaotic blur, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

These grayish-white mists were not composed solely of Yin fiend energy. Within the mist, chilling winds howled like wailing ghosts, and ghost-like figures seemed to lurk deep inside, making it very eerie.

"Are those ghost figures trapped here?"

Qin Sang felt a great sense of alarm.

Ghosts employed strange and elusive methods, making them difficult to deal with.

The most ghosts he had encountered were in Boundless Valley.

However, those ghosts were born from vital blood energy, more akin to fiendish spirits, and quite different from true ghosts. The Ziwei Palace was called an immortal palace, yet it contained an area enveloped by such ghostly mist. The ghosts within must be extremely terrifying.

Qin Sang noticed that Lord Dongyang, who had appeared quite relaxed until now, had a more solemn expression. He held his sword in one hand, while with the other, he actually activated a Vajra circle-shaped magic treasure.

The connection between this magic treasure and Lord Dongyang was clearly more intimate, indicating that the Vajra circle, not the treasured sword, was his true natal magic treasure.

"Go!"

Lord Dongyang extended his hand and guided the Vajra circle, which flew above Qin Sang and the other five, shining brightly and sheltering them below.

Next, Lord Dongyang pointed to the chains on the cliff face and said, "Following these chains down leads to an area called the Immortal Graveyard. It's filled with ghostly mist and countless malevolent ghosts and resentful spirits. They were already formidable, but after devouring many cultivators who intruded into the Ziwei Palace, they are now even more difficult to bypass. Some of these malevolent ghosts are extremely powerful, capable of overwhelming even Nascent Soul cultivators, so you must not let your guard down. These spirits are best at tempting hearts; you must guard your minds and follow the guidance of my magic treasure. If necessary, you can seal your five senses."

"Disciples obey!"

From the sheer cliff, dozens of iron chains hung down into the depths of the ghostly mist, their ends out of sight.

Each iron chain was as thick as a thigh, and when buffeted by the Yin winds, they clanged against the cliff face.

Gripping the icy chains and climbing down, despite the protection of the Vajra circle, a terrifying cold still permeated their hearts. No wonder it was said that the outer hall of the Ziwei Palace was fraught with danger; Foundation Establishment cultivators who entered would surely face certain death.

Without Lord Dongyang and Chen Yan, Qin Sang wouldn't have even passed the first hurdle, the corpse vultures.

Thinking this, Qin Sang became even more worried about Yun Youzi.

He had to break through on his own to enter the inner hall. Qin Sang hoped his preparations were sufficient.

He fully circulated his spiritual energy to dispel the cold. When he finally stepped onto solid ground, he was still nearly frozen stiff.

Qin Sang took out a spirit pill to ward off cold and swallowed it, then turned to look into the depths of the ghostly mist.

Ahead lay a flat expanse, utterly barren, with dark brown soil that made one wonder if it had been drenched in blood to appear that way.

Qin Sang's gaze suddenly sharpened; he saw a tomb!

The tomb was very low, looking like a small mound of earth. Before it stood a weathered stele, its inscriptions completely blurred by countless claw marks.

A single stele and a single tomb stood solitary in this ghostly domain, having remained there for an unknown number of millennia.

No, this wasn't the only solitary tomb here!

Qin Sang quietly took a step forward. As his vision slightly widened, he saw three more neatly arranged tombs behind the first one.

And further back, there were more!