Free Web NovelChapter 617: Chapter 615: Shattered Immortal Artifact
"Xu Yang, are you alright?"
"Patriarch, I’m fine!"
"That thing must be the spirit body formed here, corroding minds."
Xu Yang abruptly looked at the first Martial Artist who was corrupted—the latter had already completely died, leaving only an empty shell.
It was a Martial Artist from Star Nebula Infinite Sea.
Xu Yang sneered, "Dragged out your inner darkness, and from so far away, your first move was to kill me. But I don’t even know who this is."
"Seems Star Nebula Infinite Sea really hates me to the bone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Coffin abruptly went silent!
The Martial Artist from Star Nebula Infinite Sea looked thoroughly embarrassed.
Though it’s the truth.
But you shouldn’t just say it out loud.
Chen Xuanji said coldly, "Xu Yang, don’t you want to kill us too?"
"Maybe."
Xu Yang shrugged, neither affirming nor denying.
The atmosphere sank into silence again.
The scene just now left their hearts pounding!
Someone cautiously stepped forward to inspect the corpse.
"All traces of life are gone!"
"In just an instant, he was corrupted—didn’t even have a chance to struggle before being controlled!"
"That thing is terrifying."
"This Calamity Ghost Wind is endless—how many such horrors are inside? Just one appeared earlier; if there’s a horde of them, could we stand a chance?"
...
Saint Monarch Nantian suddenly barked coldly, "Silence!"
"You’ve entered the Calamity Ghost Wind—do you still want to back out? You want to ascend to immortalhood, but without facing mortal crisis?"
"Each of you has cultivated for decades or centuries—if your resolve is so weak, how could you ever ascend?"
His furious rebuke slowly calmed the crowd.
Though still shaken, the panic on some faces was now suppressed.
Cen Xinghou said, "The barrier of the Immortal Coffin is formidable; ordinary horrors dare not breach it. When that ghostly shadow struck, the shield barely even rippled. Remember—those on rotation, prepare in advance, never leave a gap!"
The crowd all nodded in agreement.
The Immortal Coffin pressed onward.
Xu Yang closed his eyes, feigning rest, mind focused within the Divine Cauldron.
The ghostly shadow had been blasted apart by ancient evil qi, reduced to black fragments faintly transforming into Calamity Ghost Wind—creepy beyond words.
He tried to refine it—it was extremely difficult!
Would take far too long—not worth it!
"This thing is truly a deadly threat, ten times stronger than ordinary evil qi!"
Recalling the earlier scene, Xu Yang couldn’t help but feel lingering fear.
It wiped out its will in an instant—then took control!
The key is, this thing was condensed from Calamity Ghost Wind—even immortal essence might not withstand it.
Even top-tier Immortal Soldiers would take a hard blow!
Xu Yang’s heart stirred: "I’ll hold onto it for now; might come in handy later."
This thing can’t harm the Divine Cauldron at all.
No harm in keeping it!
In a blink, several days passed.
During this time, everyone on rotation was extremely vigilant.
Even so, three more ghostly shadows slipped in.
Five more people died!
Of those three, two were shattered and devoured by Xu Yang’s Divine Cauldron.
The last was wiped out only after Yun Zheng spent considerable immortal essence.
This proved that, while these things are frightening, immortal essence can suppress them!
After this ordeal, though spirits were restless, things remained under control.
Now, Xu Yang was taking over from Gu Jun, replenishing immortal essence into the immortal seal.
Up ahead was still darkness—no light in sight, no telling how much farther they had to go.
This road with no end in sight, shrouded in unknown, was most unnerving—oppressive to the point of collapse!
In such a state, if a ghostly shadow invades, it’s no exaggeration to say that aside from a few, most couldn’t withstand the corruption.
"Something’s wrong up ahead."
"Looks like a whirlpool."
Cen Xinghou suddenly spoke.
"Whirlpool?"
Xu Yang’s face shifted slightly. He raised his eyes, pupils contracting.
Far ahead, deep in the dark, was a sweeping difference—a region where countless ripples twisted and tangled, violently churning, stretching out over an immense expanse.
This is the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea—nothing but storms!
A whirlpool in the eye of a storm—how powerful must it be?
Everyone’s heart collectively skipped a beat!
"Can we get around it?" Yun Zheng asked.
"Difficult!"
Cen Xinghou said, "The Immortal Coffin is already ensnared by this twisting force. Skirting it would cost even more immortal essence than trying to break through."
With lives at stake, even Yun Zheng didn’t think Cen Xinghou was lying.
"Then break straight through!"
Yun Zheng immediately took out his Immortal Artifact.
His decisiveness at that moment made everyone look his way!
Yun Zheng was reluctant, but there was no other choice!
He could tell which mattered more.
Seeing this, Xu Yang secretly sighed, and also produced his own Immortal Artifact.
"Two Immortal Artifacts should be enough, right?"
Cen Xinghou replied coolly, "Can’t guarantee that."
"Wait for my signal!"
As his words fell, the Immortal Coffin became eerily quiet.
No one was in the mood to cultivate or pretend to sleep—all eyes glued up front, tense.
As they drew near, the Immortal Coffin started to tremble ever so slightly.
The pitch-black twists became visible—clear to the naked eye.
Like a colossal black spiderweb, stuck fast to the boundless shadows—utterly bone-chilling!
BOOM!
The Immortal Coffin jolted violently, shield quaking.
Xu Yang felt a staggering suction rise from the immortal seal—he lost a third of his immortal essence in an instant!
Such commotion proved how terrifying that web-like distortion was!
Xu Yang was taut from head to toe, gripping his Immortal Artifact tightly, already prepared for it to shatter at any moment.
At a time like this, nothing else mattered.
Finally, as the shield around the Immortal Coffin flickered unsteadily, on the verge of slamming into the "spiderweb," Cen Xinghou’s shout echoed through the coffin: "Now!"
BOOM!
CRACK!
The Immortal Artifacts in Yun Zheng and Xu Yang’s hands shattered instantly, turning into a torrent of radiant fragments, whipped up by the wind and scattering across all seventy-two immortal seals.
At the same time, everyone else retreated swiftly.
Now, the power of two Immortal Artifacts far surpassed their own immortal essence—no need to waste it!
BOOM!
The Immortal Coffin shook violently, the shield flaring brilliantly, resembling a meteor as it crashed hard against the spiderweb.
BANG!
PUFF!
As the twisted darkness surged from all sides in a frenzy, a flash of immortal light pierced the web—rushing straight through.
The brilliant immortal glow faded to dimness!
In just a split second, nearly all the power of the two Immortal Artifacts was drained.
Xu Yang looked back—the dark chaos behind surged and roiled, enveloping a region thousands of feet wide and still expanding madly.
No question—without the Immortal Artifacts, they would’ve been doomed!
"We’ve survived this ordeal."
"Whew, that almost scared me to death!"
Someone collapsed limply, shaken to the core.
Watching that region receding, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kill!"
"Ah~~"
"Xu Yang, go die!"
"Why should you get all the immortal essence?"
...
Screams, shouts of killing, rage—all burst forth at once.
More than twenty Martial Artists at the edge of the Immortal Coffin all changed expression, convulsing in pain, faces twisted in fury.
Over twenty people shrouded in black qi, immortal essence snuffed out, berserk as they lunged for their comrades nearby.
"Damn it!"
"How did so many horrors get in?"
"And no one even noticed!"
"Suppress them, quick!"
...
Xu Yang’s face turned ashen—twenty people means twenty horrors, and even Cen Xinghou was caught off guard. Absolutely unbelievable.
"Blood Ming, senior, take over for me!"
Xu Yang shouted loudly.
