Chapter 791: 无始道台

Chapter 793: The Wu Shi Dao Altar

Fatty Duan screamed, then became dazed, as if his soul had been sucked out. His Yin-Yang Heavenly Eyes stared blankly upwards.

It was astonishing and awe-inspiring. Normally, even a single wisp of chaotic qi would cause a sensation, capable of being refined into a sect-protecting treasure.

Yet, here, thousands upon thousands of wisps descended like divine waterfalls, creating a vast and terrifying mist that compelled one to kneel.

It was a frightening sight: immense, waterfall-like streams of chaos, one after another, hanging down and half-submerging the Dao Altar, leaving only parts visible. The scene was breathtakingly grand.

"A miracle!" the old blind man murmured. "Where did that person go? I can't see through the chaos anymore..." Fatty Duan muttered, distraught, as he looked up.

Not just them, Ye Fan was also deeply shaken. This was a source of chaos, and just moments ago, after activating his Heavenly Eyes, he had vaguely seen a divine being seated there, but now it was gone.

That kind of power, that aura, would make anyone worship on the spot. If not for the Demonic Devouring Pot blocking it, none of them would have been able to stand.

"I clearly saw it, why is it gone?" Duan De's eyes nearly popped out, his Yin-Yang Heavenly Eyes blazing with black and white divine light like torches.

"I saw it too, there was indeed a god up there, but now I can't describe what he looked like. A single glance felt like a million years, impossible to etch into memory!" The old blind man was drenched in sweat, a terrifying pressure overwhelming him.

The legendary Great Emperor Wu Shi!

Their fleeting glimpse revealed a hazy figure. They couldn't tell if it was his true form or a reappearance of history from the Ancient Desolation Era, leaving all three too stunned to speak.

That momentary shift in time felt like traversing an endless river of years, where oceans turned into mulberry fields. They rose and fell several times, as if experiencing a grand dream.

The spot where the divine being had been seated was now empty, the figure gone, making them question if everything they had seen was an illusion.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Eye ability was now ineffective; they could not see through the chaos. Everything at the center of the Dao Altar became unpredictable, transforming into a land of mystery.

"The legendary... Great Emperor Wu Shi!" they murmured almost dreamily, repeating those words.

"Who stands supreme at the end of the Immortal Road? One glimpse of Wu Shi makes all other paths seem void." This ancient proverb resonated deeply with them, as they now experienced its truth firsthand.

Wu Shi had intimidated all life-forbidden zones, suppressed the heavens, quelled dark turmoil, annihilated foreign deities, swept through all directions, and had no rival in heaven or on earth.

Whenever he was mentioned, people thought of his overwhelming power, his divine transcendence that surpassed all else. He was feared throughout history, striking awe into even deities. The two characters "Wu Shi" were no longer just a name; they embodied an immortal power, almost divine, almost demonic.

Countless millennia had passed; who could still touch his relics? Yet, the three before them seemed to have witnessed his presence, how could they not be shaken!

The name "Wu Shi" was heavier than mountains, wider than oceans, deeper and vaster than star systems, inspiring reverence in all beings across countless ages.

It took them a long time to recover their senses. They exchanged silent glances, then meticulously and seriously re-examined the Dao Altar.

It was magnificently tall, resembling both a great mountain and a massive tomb. Its rock walls were mottled, bearing the distinct marks of time.

In the crevices of the cliff face, ancient medicinal herbs grew tenaciously, releasing a refreshing fragrance that permeated one's very bones.

Through the chaotic mist, one could faintly discern some withered plants on the cliff face, having grown for untold tens of thousands of years, truly meriting the title of "Medicine Kings."

The seeds they scattered had also grown, making the area richly fragrant, like a divine land, almost as if one had entered the immortal realm.

"There's a living Medicine King over there!" Finally, Duan De regained his composure and pointed ahead excitedly, having spotted an ancient herb hidden within the chaotic qi.

A Medicine King had to grow for at least eighty or ninety thousand years to earn that title. Its medicinal properties were superb, possessing the miraculous ability to bring the dead back to life.

In the past, in the Immortal Palace World, divine beings had built medicine fields using five-colored soil and transformed them into divine mud, yet they only managed to cultivate six such plants.

Now, from the crevices of this ancient tomb, which also resembled a Dao Altar, a single plant had sprouted. The contrast was utterly astounding.

A single Medicine King was exceedingly rare globally, capable of extending life by four hundred years. Its preciousness was evident; a dozen or so combined could rival an Immortal Divine Medicine.

"This truly is a divine forbidden zone. To think something like this can grow beneath Great Emperor Wu Shi's Dao Altar, or rather, at the foundation of his tomb, is simply astounding," the old blind man couldn't help but exclaim.

Ye Fan remained speechless for a moment. The ancient Great Emperors were indeed unfathomable; even after their passing, such divine miracles could emerge, leaving one utterly amazed.

"There's another one!" Fatty Duan, sharp-eyed, pierced through the wisps of mist and spotted another plant slightly higher up.

Its flower buds were crystalline, shimmering with radiant light, emitting a hazy, pure fragrance that captivated anyone who saw it. They couldn't resist wanting to pluck it; a single one could extend life by four hundred years. Who wouldn't be tempted?

"Great Emperor, you are immensely generous, please forgive us. Let us pluck one or two plants. They're no longer useful to you anyway; they just grew from your tomb soil," Duan De muttered, bowing repeatedly as he moved forward.

Medicine Kings were almost impossible for humans to cultivate. They required constant irrigation with Earth Spirit Milk, nourishment from dragon qi, and growth for over eighty or ninety thousand years.

Aside from other factors, who could possibly wait that long? Nearly a hundred thousand years—even an immortal dynasty would only last slightly longer than that!

"Poison!" Duan De had barely taken a step when he was violently repelled, blood spilling from his nose and mouth. His body spasmed, and his bones crackled, a truly terrifying sight.

A profound aura of the Great Dao permeated the air, like an ancient universe rotating, incredibly terrifying, as if warning them not to cross the line by even half a step.

"So close, yet we can't approach?" Duan De was filled with unwillingness.

"We should be grateful," Ye Fan said, "otherwise we would have already turned to dust, unable to even reach this point." At that moment, the Wu Shi jade fragments on their bodies were glowing, resisting the aura of the Great Dao; otherwise, immense force would have crushed them.

"Indeed, no one can reach this place except those holding Wu Shi Emperor Jade," the old blind man also nodded.

"We'll use the Demonic Devouring Pot to protect ourselves..." Duan De didn't want to retreat and urged Ye Fan forward because Ye Fan possessed a Saint's Shell.

A single Medicine King could make even a Great Accomplishment King bow, and an Ancient Saint compromise, because it could add four hundred years to their lifespan. For them, its significance was immense; it could potentially alter the trajectory of their entire lives.

Ye Fan's Sacred Body radiated golden light, his blood essence boiling. Clenching several Emperor Jade fragments and holding up the Demonic Devouring Pot, he advanced step by step, with Duan De and the old blind man within the protective light barrier.

"Closer, almost there."

Right at the base, within a rock crevice, an ancient herb glowed translucently, its petals swaying with five-colored divine light, illuminating the area brilliantly. Its intoxicating fragrance was so thick it wouldn't dissipate.

"Finally, it's ours! It's like getting an extra life. If we sell it, we might even attract one or two Ancestral Kings," the old blind man said, rubbing his hands in excitement.

Boom!

A stream of chaos descended, like a vast white waterfall, striking the light barrier. It felt like ten thousand mountains pressing down, so heavy that even the Saint's Shell nearly buckled.

"Damn it, a chaotic waterfall! This is outrageous!" Duan De yelled.

Let alone mortals, even a Saint Lord would instantly turn to dust if they were struck and crushed. It was only thanks to the Saint's Shell that they could withstand it.

Simultaneously, they activated the Demonic Devouring Pot. It hummed softly, and streaks of black light rose, blocking the divine waterfall that could obliterate kings.

Ye Fan's Saint's Shell flashed with golden light. He expanded his Golden Saint Domain and, with the Demonic Devouring Pot above him, approached, reaching out to pull the Medicine King from the rock crevice.

Boom!

The Dao Altar trembled violently, as if collapsing, and even more terrifying auras of the Great Dao descended, like entire star systems plummeting.

They quickly retreated, leaving the area, and only stopped when they were sufficiently far from the Dao Altar.

There, a vast expanse of white, thousands upon thousands of chaotic waterfalls cascaded down, an incredibly majestic sight that submerged the previous area, leaving them deeply shaken.

"It's too terrifying," the old blind man said. "Without the Wu Shi Emperor Jade, without the Demonic Devouring Pot, forget about a Divine King, even a Saint would likely be crushed into pulp if they came in person."

Ye Fan stared intently at the chaotic Dao Altar ahead, inevitably thinking of Great Emperor Ruthless's coffin-resting place. In that ancient nest, built from black dragon wood and taller than mountains, chaos also formed a sea, mysterious and unfathomable.

"Haha... it's finally ours!" Duan De laughed loudly, holding the Medicine King, his mouth stretched wide in a grin.

"Is Great Emperor Wu Shi truly seated on the Dao Altar?" the old blind man asked.

"We'll climb up and see in a bit," Duan De said. "There must be many more Medicine Kings up there. Even if we can't catch that self-running Immortal Phoenix Medicine this time, it'll still be worth it."

The old blind man shook his head. Ascending the Dao Altar was simply too difficult; even with the Demonic Devouring Pot, it probably wouldn't be possible.

"We must ascend!" Ye Fan said firmly. "The Myriad Ancient Races have emerged; only Great Emperor Wu Shi can deter them." He had made up his mind: he would find Great Emperor Wu Shi's true form, whether alive or dead. Thinking of this, he touched the two old copper fragments in his pocket.

Then, he opened a treasured bottle containing a snow-white, crystalline female Saint's skull and a crescent-shaped pendant. He had acquired these in the star domain, and they had a profound connection to Great Emperor Wu Shi.

"Yes, we must climb the Dao Altar!" Duan De echoed, agreeing wholeheartedly. Having spent years robbing tombs, he yearned to explore the tombs of ancient Great Emperors.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura swept over them, engulfing everything. Involuntarily, the hair on their bodies and heads stood on end!

A chilling aura, vast as an ocean, seemed to emanate from the Nine Nether Purgatory, instantly engulfing the area!

The sudden attack was incredibly swift, leaving no time to react or make any effective moves; it was simply too fast.

Right behind them, a terrifying figure appeared. It was completely black, gaunt as firewood, and had nine heads—dragon, beast, human, phoenix, and others standing side by side. An immortal black divine ring enveloped its body!

Endless death qi shattered the heavens and earth, as if a star sea had been pulverized, making their chests feel tight, their bodies nearing decay, and their spiritual flames almost extinguishing.

This was a demon that had crawled out of a crystal coffin!

At that moment, they simultaneously considered the possibility: this was a subordinate of the Undying Heavenly Emperor! It was both shocking and terrifying!

He was enveloped by a divine ring, inspiring terror in the mortal world.

Behind him, a scene like the halls of Senluo seemed to materialize, suppressing all directions and annihilating all living beings, making their spirits tremble and almost shatter.

Pfft!

Everything happened too quickly for anyone to react. This terrifying, gaunt, and black existence with nine heads—dragon, beast, human, and others—stretched out a hand and instantly pierced the old blind man's chest, tore off half of Duan De's arm, and snatched the Medicine King.

Ye Fan's golden pupils shot out dazzling beams of light. He threw a punch, lunging forward to battle the terrifying being enveloped by the black divine ring.

"We're actually facing a subordinate of the Undying Heavenly Emperor. Have we arrived in the age of myths?" The old blind man and Duan De lay in pools of blood, activating the Demonic Devouring Pot at all costs.