Free Web NovelChapter 277: Chapter 30: The Burial Ground of Myriad Demons
Ripples like translucent waves of mist echoed through the space above the mountaintop. Behind these hazy ripples lay the phantom of another vast world, projecting itself from across an infinite expanse of time and space to manifest here.
"This feels a bit like the small teleportation portals opened by a Celestial God Seal."
Standing on the lightning above the clouds, Su Zhou recognized the sensation and couldn’t help but nod. "Was Earth really once covered in these Space-Time Passages leading to other worlds? What a marvelous cosmic structure."
Without dwelling on the sentiment, Su Zhou headed to the ritual site. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
The blood of the other nine Divine Beasts had already been gathered. They had transformed into nine balls of hazy Spiritual Light, which now spun and hovered over the Array Disc that served as the key.
Surrounded by a group of Daoist Discipline Bureau researchers, Su Zhou approached the pentagonal Array Disc. He picked up the ceremonial knife and, without hesitation, slit his wrist, letting a few drops of blood fall and sink into the disc.
The small knife was surprisingly sharp. Although Su Zhou still had to apply some force to break his own skin, at least it could cut him. According to the Artisan Saint, who was explaining from the side, it was a miniature Divine Soldier forged using the methods for the Beheading Blade of the Ancient Celestial Court’s Immortal Slaying Platform. An ordinary Vajra Body couldn’t block it at all; a single light stroke would slice right through.
The fact that his body actually required force was enough to surprise the Artisan Saint. If the atmosphere hadn’t been so serious, he probably would have rushed over to give it a squeeze himself and see just how profoundly durable that flesh was.
Su Zhou’s purplish-blue Spiritual Blood hovered above the Array Disc. A hazy, misty aura seeped from it, sublimating into a luminous fog. A massive, indistinct phantom resembling a Dragon Serpent could be vaguely seen coiling within, like a colossal shadow in the deep-sea void. It thrashed for a moment, let out a long cry, and then slowly sank into the Array Disc.
Only after Su Zhou’s blood had vanished did the other nine types of Spiritual Blood begin to manifest their Anomalies. The furious roar of a tiger, the Phoenix Cry of a Divine Bird, and the calls of various other wondrous beasts could be heard. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Bai Canglang’s sharp brows shot up. He hadn’t been able to identify which Dragon the Anomaly from Su Zhou’s bloodline represented... But based on the order of precedence, Su Zhou’s bloodline was clearly of a higher tier than that of the White Tiger, one of the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts.
’Yinglong? Candle Dragon? Or could it really be the Thunder Marsh Dragon God? According to the records, only a few Dragon Serpent bloodlines are a higher tier than the White Tiger... But if that’s the case, it would explain why his Cultivation of the Thunder Marsh Way has been so effortless.’
Although Bai Canglang had accidentally guessed one of the correct answers, he had no time to ponder it further.
OMMMM—A sound like the tolling of a great bell resounded through the heavens.
Having fulfilled the conditions of the opening ritual, the Kunlun Secret Realm Gate finally began to slowly open. Yara nodded in satisfaction. ’It seems the Kunlun Secret Realm’s Array is indeed up to par,’ it thought.
The misty ripples enveloping the mountaintop split open, forming the first fissure.
Instantly, a blast of frigid Spiritual Qi flooded out from the Secret Realm, kicking up a Gale that shot upward, soaring tens of thousands of feet into the sky. In that moment, the thick snow clouds were blown away, allowing the dim orange light of the setting sun to pour through and paint the sky with twilight hues.
The incredibly dense Spiritual Qi intoxicated most of the researchers. The sensation was like soaking in a perfectly temperate bath, a refreshing feeling as if all the impurities inside and outside their bodies were being washed away.
But not everyone was lost in this euphoric sensation. The Math Saint, who was monitoring all the data in real-time, frowned. "The data’s not right. Even with the Artisan Saint’s reckless cracking method, this is happening way too fast!"
As the one who had devised the plan, the Artisan Saint was well aware of this himself. He wasn’t the type to get carried away just because things were going smoothly. The seemingly debonair Holy Seat pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "The Array of the Kunlun Ruins is offering almost no resistance, letting me crack it at will... This is definitely not normal."
Su Zhou knew nothing of the data anomaly. He simply stared intently through the misty fluctuations, into the fissure that seemed to lead to the other side, trying to see what lay beyond.
He saw rows of slightly dilapidated, multi-storied pavilions and palaces that were on the verge of collapse.
And... a massive shadow that flashed across the sky and vanished!
「Inside the Kunlun Ruins.」
Within a palace that was long dilapidated but had somehow remained largely intact.
A massive shadow descended from high above. In mid-air, it transformed into a humanoid figure and stepped into the palace.
The ancient Kunlun Divine Palace was built on a foundation of Jade Marrow. Although it had fallen into disrepair due to a cataclysmic shift in the world, it would never collapse on its own unless it was caught in the crossfire of a battle between Powerhouses.
As crisp footsteps echoed, the entire palace began to glow spontaneously, its luminescence triggered by fluctuations in Spiritual Qi.
The figure walked to the deepest part of the palace, stopping before a deep, bottomless pit, so dark it seemed to lead to another world.
The massive hole was suppressed by layer upon layer of Talisman Seals. Even after several thousand years and gradual damage by those who came later, it still pulsed with a terrifying Divine Light. A Palm Seal, resembling both a human hand and a tiger’s paw, served as the core of the Seal, radiating a Metal Qi that felt sharp enough to slice through anything and everything.
The figure stopped before the Seal and hissed in a crude, ancient tone, as if speaking another language.
The language of Spirit Monsters.
"I smell Dragon Blood and the bloodlines of other Divine Beasts... The remnants of the Immortal Realm have begun to reopen the great gate of the Kunlun Realm."
Its tone held a trace of anxiety. "When will you all be able to cross over? They are the true heirs to this Realm’s orthodox rulers. The authority we seized using the methods you taught will soon be taken from us."
