Chapter 580: Ancient Mansion Treasure Glows

The divine mountain was towering, devoid of vegetation, yet full of vitality. Immortal qi swirled around it, mythical luan birds soared, and a refreshing fragrance wafted forth.

“Immortal divine medicine!” people exclaimed. To smell its fragrant aroma from such a distance, it had to be a divine medicine left over from ancient times.

A commotion arose at the scene, and many surged forward, but few dared to act rashly. Above their heads, more than a dozen powerful figures had not yet made their move.

The Divine Dynasty Lord of Zhongzhou, the Demon Lord and Battle Lord of Southern Ridge, and the Divine Monk of Western Desert, among others, stood solemnly and unmoving, all staring intently at the pair of stone gates.

The ancient stone gates, about eight zhang high, were perfectly sealed, dry, and clean. Everyone frowned, expecting them to be difficult to open.

Finally, a Grand Sovereign from the Guhua Dynasty emerged from the crowd. He walked step by step to the front, pushed with force, and with a thunderous roar, one stone gate shifted open half a chi wide, revealing a crack.

Everyone was surprised, having thought the place was sealed and would require great effort to open. They hadn't expected it to be so easy.

At this moment, the medicinal fragrance grew even stronger, flowing from behind the stone gates. Many felt as if they were floating, unable to help but swallow, as if about to ascend to immortality.

Whoosh!

The more than a dozen supreme figures in the sky, without distinction, transformed into a streak of divine light and swooped down, lining up in front of the cave dwelling.

No one dared to step forward and contend with them. These were the rulers of the world today; even other supreme Grand Sovereigns would not dare to oppose them simultaneously.

“Amitābha!” an old monk occasionally intoned a Buddhist chant.

The so-called Amitābha was the title of an ancient emperor, but whether he was born in the Western Desert was hard to say, as legends claimed he came from an ancient star beyond the domain.

“I’ll open the way!” the Demon Lord of Southern Ridge stepped forward, shaking his hands. The great gates boomed open, and he strode inside.

“What a rich fragrance, there really is an immortal medicine!”

“Too bad, with these dozen people here, it’s unlikely other Grand Sovereigns will make a move, let alone us.”

In the back, people discussed, many feeling unwilling. Among them, some Grand Sovereign-level figures had gleaming eyes, waiting for an opportunity to act.

The pair of stone gates swung wide open, and an ethereal mist rushed out. This was primordial spiritual energy. The crowd surged forward like a swarm, sensing the aura of divine medicine.

“Damn it, this is a huge loss! An immortal medicine from legends, it’s definitely not for us,” Duan De grumbled, dispirited and resentful.

Boom!

A loud noise came from within the cave dwelling; a battle had broken out. It was obvious that supreme experts were fighting to seize the divine medicine.

“Let’s go take a look!” Dongfang Ye couldn’t hold back and was the first to rush forward.

The old blind man quickly divined a hexagram, his tortoise shells scattering. He yelled, “No danger, just a great opportunity! Hurry up and go!”

The old man scampered and hopped like a live rabbit, shedding all traces of his decrepit appearance. He was extremely excited and confident.

“This old geezer must have taken an aphrodisiac,” the barbarian grumbled. Though agile, he was surprisingly overtaken by the old blind man.

Ye Fan, Jue Youqing, and Duan De followed behind, entering the cave dwelling. Spiritual energy surged, bathing their entire bodies, and every inch of their flesh was filled with power.

“There really is divine medicine!” Duan De couldn't help himself, his eyes darting around as he pondered various methods and layouts from tombology, itching to make a move.

While the cave dwelling appeared grand from the outside, it wasn't vast. However, upon entering, they found themselves in what felt like another world, incredibly expansive.

By this time, thousands of people had already entered and were standing on the first level of the ancient cave dwelling. It wasn't crowded at all; even two thousand more wouldn't have been a problem.

“The divine medicine is over there!”

Ahead, there was a jade field, exuding a strong fragrance. Green leaves cradled immortal flowers, shimmering with colorful light and dazzling beauty.

“More than one divine medicine!”

“No, these must be Medicine Kings!”

People continued to exclaim in wonder, their eyes red with covetousness. They wished they could rush over immediately. These were priceless treasures; possessing just one could make even an unparalleled emperor bow down.

In a medicine field constructed from five-colored divine jade, with fertile black soil, six ancient herbs were crystal clear, swirling with immortal mist, and emitting a pure fragrance that made many gulp.

From the stone wall above, earthly milk dripped down at regular intervals, seeping into the soil and nourishing these six ancient herbs.

“Though not immortal divine medicine, these are ancient Medicine Kings, having grown for eighty to ninety thousand years! Heavens, to have so many born at once is truly defying nature!”

People exclaimed in astonishment, many of their eyes nearly popping out.

In this world, a single Medicine King is rarely seen. Though not comparable to immortal divine medicine, it is still considered an immortal treasure. One Medicine King can extend life by at least four hundred years.

In this era, besides the immortal medicine recorded in ancient texts, what other spiritual object could achieve this? It was second only to the ancient Flat Peach Tree in the Jade Pond!

Medicine Kings are difficult to cultivate, requiring continuous irrigation with spiritual milk from the earth and growth for over eighty thousand years to be truly called a Medicine King.

Who could wait for such a long time? Eighty thousand years – even an immortal dynasty only lasts a little more than twice that long.

The Emperor of Zhongzhou, the Demon Lord of Southern Ridge, and the Divine Monk of Western Desert surrounded the medicine field. Not far away, a battle was raging, as other supreme Grand Sovereigns, feeling unconvinced, had engaged them.

The crowd was restless; no one could remain calm. Many wanted to rush over and fight, but deterred by the formidable reputation of those dozen individuals, they hesitated.

“Heavens, how long has this cave dwelling existed? Medicine Kings must have flourished and withered here for countless generations!” someone exclaimed.

In the medicine field built from five-colored jade marrow, beside the six Medicine Kings, there were also imprints of ancient herbs that had long turned to mud – ancient Medicine Kings that had decayed tens of thousands of years ago.

Clearly, these six were merely seeds that grew from those ancient Medicine Kings, having propagated for countless generations.

The six Medicine Kings were all of different varieties. Some bore dreamlike seven-colored flowers with petals as translucent as jade, while others yielded agate-like fruits, intoxicatingly fragrant.

Each plant could extend life by four hundred years. Six together would almost equal half an immortal divine medicine. Many people’s breathing quickened, finding it hard to control themselves.

“Why should you be the ones to distribute them? Let’s all go up and seize them!”

Finally, a Grand Sovereign couldn’t hold back and charged forward, attacking fiercely. The others also threw caution to the wind; even the Emperor and Demon Lord blocking their way couldn't stop them.

Bang, Thump…

The ancient cave dwelling descended into chaos. Everyone made their move, charging forward madly, unleashing various magical artifacts towards the dozen powerful figures.

If not for the protective array patterns, this place would have long turned to dust. With so many people attacking, including supreme Grand Sovereigns, such power was enough to destroy a realm.

“Amitābha…” the Divine Monk of Western Desert chanted, but it was useless. A large iron hammer descended from the sky, striking his bald head with a loud clang.

The place was a cacophony. In an instant, many lost their lives. All six ancient Medicine Kings were uprooted, and the dozen powerful figures couldn't divide them equally, each relying on their own methods to snatch them.

“Kill!”

Shouts of battle shook the heavens. Those who succeeded ran towards the second level of the cave dwelling, not daring to linger, while others chased relentlessly behind.

The medicine field was empty, nothing remaining. The barbarian pounded the stone wall forcefully, filled with immense regret.

Pfft!

From the mud of the medicine field, Duan De popped his head out, spat out a mouthful of black mud, and cursed, “Damn it, I almost got it, but instead I got a mouthful of mud for nothing!”

During the scramble, he had been slapped into the black mud by an unparalleled emperor. Others were incredibly surprised to see him emerge, lively and bouncing.

Ye Fan walked over and collected this several-zhang-square medicine field, intending to use it for planting precious herbs in the future.

“I once dug up a clay pot, even better than this medicine field, with a mysterious origin, but unfortunately, some bastard stole it,” Duan De cursed through gritted teeth.

Ye Fan: “…”

Dongfang Ye: “…”

Both maintained calm expressions, saying nothing, fearing that Fatty Duan would notice something amiss.

“Six Medicine Kings, capable of extending life by two thousand four hundred years! It’s truly unwilling to let those bastards get them,” the old swindler rubbed his hands.

“Circumstances are stronger than individuals. Can we overcome those dozen supreme Grand Sovereigns?” the barbarian said.

“Let’s hurry, or they’ll snatch everything! I think there might be a true immortal divine medicine here!” Duan De said, leading the way further inside.

The second level of the cave dwelling was equally vast. Thousands of people rushing in didn't make it feel crowded at all; it still seemed spacious. By now, the battle had reached a fever pitch, with no one willing to give up the Medicine Kings.

“A Saint’s weapon!” someone exclaimed. Deep within this cave dwelling, there were over a dozen pieces of broken bronze, emanating an ancient and mysterious aura, their luster dim.

“A broken bronze bell, shattered into more than a dozen pieces, but the array patterns within are not extinguished!” someone discerned at a glance. Saint Lord-level figures became restless and charged forward.

Although this bronze bell was damaged, it was only physically fractured. The heaven-and-earth patterns it had given birth to were still present, and even the “divine spirit” of the bell lay dormant within it.

Clang!

Even though the great bell had long turned into fragments, its power was boundless. One piece was struck, and dozens of people nearby disintegrated into a bloody mist, their forms and spirits utterly annihilated.

“Too terrifying! The Saint’s weapon lives up to its reputation!”

People felt no fear, only greater covetousness. A group surged forward, including several Grand Sovereigns.

Clang!

Another bell chime. This time, it was an Emperor holding two pieces of shattered bronze, unleashing a Saintly sound.

Pfft!

A Half-Grand Sovereign, who was closest to him, had his head separated from his body, as if struck by lightning. A sweep of the bell's wave, without any power to resist, transformed him into a bloody mist that vanished.

This was a weapon of an ancient Saint. Although it was already so damaged as to be almost scrap, a mere palm-sized fragment still possessed such power!

“This is a divine artifact! If it could be reassembled and completely repaired, who in the world could withstand its chime?!”

Some supreme Grand Sovereigns grew excited. If they could wield such a Saint's weapon, suspended above their heads, where could they not go? They would traverse the world without rivals!

Bang!

Duan De spat out blood as he was sent flying backward, clutching tightly to a piece of bell wall, over a chi long, rusty and dim.

Ye Fan and the others were quite surprised. All the dozen pieces of broken bronze had been seized by the supreme Grand Sovereigns; Fatty Duan being able to snatch one from under their noses was beyond his expectation.

“Damn it, in the future, whoever wants to reassemble that Saint bell, buy it from me at a sky-high price!” Fatty Duan gnashed his teeth, actually contemplating such a scheme.

Everyone went crazy. Each level of this ancient cave dwelling contained divine artifacts. Everyone rushed deeper inside, believing there must be unparalleled treasures still to be found.

Ancient scriptures, immortal divine medicine, and great emperor Saint weapons were most likely in the deepest part. Everyone was extremely excited, sprinting at top speed, naturally led by Grand Sovereigns.

If a major force did not have a Grand Sovereign enter, it would be impossible for them to obtain any valuable item, as many supreme experts had gathered here.

A large lake blocked their path. No one had expected it to be so vast, boundless like a turquoise sea.

Whoosh!

Some Grand Sovereigns directly crossed it, flying towards the center of the turquoise lake. The others, unable to fly, gritted their teeth and ran across the water, rapidly moving forward.

“A white jade heavenly ladder, leading beyond the domain?!” people exclaimed.

Upon reaching the depths of the great lake, everyone saw a “Milky Way falling from nine heavens.” Ahead was a heavenly ladder, built of jade, extending into the deep sky, suspended in mid-air, shrouded in mist.

Many went crazy. Few people could fly, making it impossible to climb that heavenly ladder or ascend along it.

Splash!

Suddenly, the sound of water breaking rang out. A small boat rowed from afar, carrying a person clad in a straw cape, wearing a bamboo hat, and holding a bamboo pole.

“A divine thought! This time, he has truly appeared!” the old blind man shivered.