Chapter 919: Towards the Forbidden Zone of Life

Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 921

Shrouding the Heavens 921 — Chapter 921: Path to the Restricted Life Zone

The Void Mirror, the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot, and the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron—three Imperial Weapons—clashed with earth-shattering force. Countless individuals were prostrate on the ground, trembling with fear and utterly paralyzed. This small world was largely shattered, now merged with the outside world. If the confrontation persisted, the highest ancestral temple of the former paramount Divine Dynasty would inevitably be reduced to ashes.

Dragon roars reverberated, as tens of thousands of gigantic black dragons soared into the sky. Their tails were all rooted within the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, their heads pointing skyward. Each dragon stretched for tens of thousands of feet, terrifying beyond measure, as thick as mountains. Their black-gold cast scales, each the size of a door panel, shimmered with metallic luster.

The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron floated, while tens of thousands of black true dragons surged from its mouth. Ten thousand wisps of ethereal light flowed forth, creating a swirling mist, and their colossal dragon bodies exuded boundless terror.

The Void Mirror emitted astonishing beams of light that no one dared to gaze upon directly. These beams, countless times more incandescent than the sun, manifested as streaks of divine sword light that hummed with a sharp clang, obliterating everything in their path. They cleaved into the innumerable black dragons, generating world-shaking reverberations.

This was the might of an ultimate immortal artifact. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron contended against the Void Mirror; both were priceless immortal treasures. Fortunately, they did not strike the ground, or the land would surely have been annihilated.

Ye Fan arrived to attack, and the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot also entered the fray. Its mouth spewed out billions of strands of colorful light, a glorious and radiant spectacle of cloud-like mists. In a trance, an unparalleled beauty seemed to emerge, hazy and unreal.

The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron greatly shook. Tens of thousands of black dragons roared in unison, and within the cauldron's mouth, an immortal fetus faintly appeared, emitting immeasurable light, as if poised to ascend into the heavens, confronting the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot.

Boom!

This final layer of the small world violently shook. Apart from the ancestral temple and the Five-Colored Altar on the ground, everything else was destroyed, reduced to dust, and completely merged with the greater world.

It was utter devastation!

Buzz!

The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron hummed, emitting a resonating sound. Hundreds of dark lights descended, and all the great dragons retreated into the cauldron. The immortal fetus also retracted, transforming into a ray of eternal immortal light that pierced through the void and vanished.

The people from Yaoguang had all fled. If the battle continued, they would surely face great calamity. The clash of ancient Great Emperors' weapons was the most terrifying and breathtaking spectacle.

Human Great Emperors, wielding Imperial Weapons, could cleave stars from the sky, their power unmatched. Even when their descendants activated these weapons, an entire ancient star could be left ravaged and devoid of life.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. What had just transpired was a world-ending crisis. Even the Four Great Divine Dynasties of Zhongzhou were terrified, fearing the spread of Imperial might.

The azure sea undulated, and a bright moon hung high—this was the phenomenon of 'Bright Moon Rising from the Sea.' Ji Haoyue glanced towards them, put away the Void Mirror, and descended to the ground.

Ye Fan nodded in thanks and retreated to the Five-Colored Altar. All major powers without Imperial Weapons pulled back, not daring to contend with them. The Heavenly Sovereign's Son and others had also vanished, their whereabouts unknown.

“Why is it incomplete?” Ye Fan mused, bewildered. There seemed to be no way. How could an incomplete Five-Colored Altar traverse the starry sky?

“There’s a teleportation array here; someone seemed to have just entered,” Ji Ziyue said, her beautiful eyes glancing towards the upper part of the mountain.

The Five-Colored Altar was built against the mountain. Not far from it was a stone platform, bearing mottled marks of time and numerous intricate, unreadable carvings made by human hands.

“A miracle! This is an ancient Great Emperor-level teleportation array! Where does it lead?” The big black dog exclaimed, its eyes burning with fervor, and it shot forward with a "whoosh."

It began to quickly engrave the patterns. Such knowledge was priceless to it; truly comprehending it would benefit it for a lifetime. This kind of formation was connected to the most fundamental essences of heaven and earth.

Huo Lin'er and Huo Qilin also stepped forward, standing behind Ye Fan, Ji Ziyue, and others. The other cultivators dared not approach, only watching with envious eyes. Such an ancient Emperor-level teleportation array most likely led to an incredible place.

Before the central ancestral temple, all major forces began to stir. Immortal inheritances that controlled Imperial weapons looked towards this spot. Some were drawing closer, realizing that this ancient teleportation array might hold even greater value, perhaps leading to the very core of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. All eyes from every direction were fixed on this spot. The aura of Primeval Imperial Weapons permeated the air, indicating a strong possibility of an attack, filled with murderous intent.

“No, something’s wrong. Although that teleportation array is Emperor-level, it doesn’t quite fit with this place. It seems to have been carved later, in a hurry, and it’s just a small formation platform.”

“Exactly. While very ancient, it doesn’t seem to be a carving by the Feathered Divine Dynasty itself. Instead, it looks like the work of whoever took a piece of the Five-Colored Altar.”

There were plenty of grandmasters here who specialized in ancient formations, no less skilled than the Black Emperor. Upon their initial observation and careful comparison, they discerned the mystery and reached this conclusion.

The murderous aura receded. Both the ancient Great Emperors' weapons and the Primeval Sovereigns' artifacts ceased their fluctuations, no longer pressing forward. The atmosphere eased considerably.

The big black dog took out several pieces of divine source and embedded them into the four slots on the stone platform. The ancient teleportation array immediately lit up. Golden lines moved along the carved grooves, eventually intertwining to form a gateway.

Unlike other Dao patterns, these intricate lines wove together to form a tangible portal, its framework seemingly cast from gold, shimmering brightly. Moreover, the scene on the other side of the door was clearly visible, as if stepping through would instantly lead to the destination, rather than traversing the void.

“That’s…” Everyone was stunned. The first thing that came into view was a Five-Colored Altar, magnificent yet incomplete.

It was naturally ancient and rustic, bearing the vicissitudes of history—a testament to the accumulation of time. Each stone bore the imprint of an era, narrating the eternal truth that nothing can last forever.

“Why does it look somewhat familiar?” someone wondered, a puzzled expression on their face, unable to recall at once.

Ye Fan instantly froze, utterly dumbfounded, for he immediately knew where this was—a place he had once ventured into at the risk of his life!

The Black Emperor embedded two more pieces of divine source into the four slots. The golden portal expanded, and the scene on the other side became even clearer, prompting a chorus of exclamations from the crowd.

Many now understood where this ancient teleportation array led: above a pitch-black abyss, the Five-Colored Altar stood motionless, emanating a deathly stillness.

Surrounding it were nine sacred mountains, encircling to form that unfathomably deep great abyss. It was a black void that made one's heart and mind feel like plunging into it.

“It’s… the Primordial Restricted Zone!” people exclaimed in shock.

One could even see a half-human-tall Immortal Treasure Tree and a divine spring on one of the sacred mountains, a sight that stirred the heart.

“How could it lead there? Who exactly intercepted the Five-Colored Altar and sealed it at the abyss entrance?” people pondered, finding no answers.

This was a demonic land; anyone who approached it would face a life-or-death calamity. Especially beneath the abyss lay the 'Desolate,' an unknown terrifying existence capable of seizing life and longevity.

“It truly is the Primordial Restricted Zone, beyond any doubt!”

Everyone found it incredible. This ancient teleportation array was too mysterious; it actually led to a restricted life zone, and in such a peculiar way, forming a golden gate where everything on the other side was clearly visible, seemingly reachable in a single step.

One must understand that this was Zhongzhou, yet a single step now could take them to the Southern Domain of Eastern Wasteland. The distance was unknown, countless miles; mortals would need hundreds or thousands of lifetimes to walk it, and even cultivators flying would require over a decade.

Many were overcome with impulse. The Nine Marvelous Divine Medicines of the God Silkworm Clan, now separated into nine plants, were practically within reach. If they rushed over, they might be able to dig up one or two.

Boom!

Almost instantly, the place erupted. Many could no longer restrain themselves, eager to rush over and gather the immortal divine medicine. In the past, various sects had expended endless effort with no success, but now the opportunity was right before them.

The ancient races, in particular, could not sit still. Specifically, the powerful cultivators of the God Silkworm Clan immediately flew onto the altar, staring intensely at what lay before them.

Ye Fan and his companions did not stop them, preferring to observe the situation. They deeply understood the horror of that place; even if one could enter, reaching the divine medicine was not guaranteed.

Whoosh!

Someone could no longer hold back. Over twenty figures surged into the golden gate. All of them were experts, and in a single step, they landed on the Five-Colored Altar.

Those remaining held their breath, watching closely. The twenty-plus individuals who landed on the Five-Colored Altar began to age rapidly. People clearly saw their hair turn white, their skin wrinkle—a sight that filled their hearts with dread.

Some leaped high, attempting to rush from the Five-Colored Altar towards the sacred mountain to gather the immortal divine medicine. However, to their horror, they had already lost all their magical power and cultivation. They plummeted directly into the abyss, utterly incapable of flight.

“Ah…”

This was despair-inducing. They were trapped on the Five-Colored Altar, which hovered directly above the abyss, still a considerable distance from the cliffs of the sacred mountains. These individuals, having lost their cultivation and magical power, could not fly. How could they possibly leap that far with only their physical bodies?

Miserable screams echoed. On the Five-Colored Altar, directly facing the abyss, the 'Desolate' aura was most potent. They were rapidly decaying; some were already skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and completely bald, resembling terrifying skeletons.

One or two among them understood formations. They took out their formation platforms, hoping to cross and escape, but it was utterly futile. Within this restricted life zone, Dao patterns were obliterated, rendering any formation useless.

Those on this side shivered with fear, secretly grateful that they hadn't rushed through the golden gate, or they would have met the same fate, with almost no chance of survival.

It was simply impossible to engrave divine patterns or traverse this restricted life zone by normal means. Only this special ancient Great Emperor-level formation allowed entry, but for those who entered, it was merely a dead end.

“Ah…”

The people on the Five-Colored Altar screamed. Many accelerated their dash, preparing to leap across the void to reach the sacred mountains, but one after another, they plunged into the abyss, emitting ancient, heart-wrenching screams of despair.

A demonic realm!

“So that’s it,” Ye Fan muttered to himself. “The Five-Colored Altar needs to be completed. No wonder the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin encountered an accident when it set sail back then – it was because the altar was incomplete!”

“Little Ye Zi, don’t go. It’s too dangerous,” Ji Ziyue said, almost weeping.

“There’s no time left,” Ye Fan said, resolute. “Perhaps the Five-Colored Altar will sink into the abyss again soon. I can’t wait any longer. Besides, time cannot steal my lifespan, and I’ve entered and exited safely before.”

“Oh, someone crossed over!” people exclaimed.

Another person stepped into the teleportation array, falling onto the Five-Colored Altar. This was an ancient being with wings. It immediately flapped its wings, flying towards the sacred mountain.

“He… succeeded!”

Many clenched their fists, but what awaited him was a near-death experience. As soon as he landed above the abyss, his wings instantly shattered. He stumbled forward, but ultimately collapsed on the cliff face.

Even though he failed, all those among the ancient races born with divine wings were moved, desiring to take the risk and try their luck!

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