CHAPTER 919: CHAPTER 87: IMMORTAL BURYING FORBIDDEN LAND

The Immortal Burying Forbidden Land opened the Ten Thousand Immortal Gates, drawing many sect disciples under the War Soul Hall into it.

In that instant, cultivators seemed to be caught in a chaotic space-time transfer, being directly transported away.

Zhou Yan was no exception.

However, unlike others, at the moment of entering the Burial Immortal Land, Zhou Yan seemed to see the Netherworld Queen from the depths of the endless void, and caught a fleeting glimpse of Jiu Que’s illusory shadow.

That instant seemed like an eternal existence, and with Zhou Yan’s vision, he could not be mistaken.

Yet, after regaining his composure, Zhou Yan found nothing, as if the scene witnessed in that moment was all a false illusion.

Life always has many illusory dreams, but often there are many truths mixed within these dreams or illusions.

When Zhou Yan came to his senses, he was already standing in a cold and desolate environment, where the wind howled, the atmosphere was heavy, and the pressure was immense.

This place felt far more desolate than any forlorn place of the past, and far more lifeless than any barren land he had experienced.

This was the Burial Immortal Land.

Zhou Yan didn’t know how other cultivators felt, but here, it always felt like there was a heart that struggled to beat occasionally in the dead silence, as if struggling in the desolation, decaying through the ages.

That indescribable feeling of sorrow and desolation deeply penetrated the spirit, causing a shivering of the soul, birthing a sense of despair where all hope was lost within the heart.

Waves of gray ashes danced in the sky, like tribulation ashes formed from the bones of some supreme powerhouses scattering throughout heaven and earth.

This is an ancient battlefield, a land of annihilation.

If the Ten Thousand Buddhas perished, the Ten Thousand Immortals suffered, then this place must be one of the main battlefield strongholds, a land of annihilation for the Immortals’ suffering and the Buddhas’ extinction.

The Burial Immortal Land is truly the burial grounds of Immortals, a place of desolation where Divines have fallen and perished.

Standing here, Zhou Yan seemed to see scenes of decay and tragedy from millions of years ago, an inexplicable bitterness welling within his heart.

Perhaps, the pain he had endured in this lifetime was not as fierce as the pain carried by a wisp of tribulation ash here.

After a long time, Zhou Yan let out a deep sigh and began to move forward.

There are many lands of annihilation here, but there are also many powerhouses who left their life’s work here, leaving behind pure and indestructible Dao patterns and traces.

Even though the bones of those predecessors decayed, their lives reached an end and transformed, but the powerful rules and Supreme Dao would not disappear because of the passage of time, instead erasing corresponding will marks, leaving behind a supreme lineage of Dao.

This is the spotless Tao Rules, the spotless domain.

Entering the Burial Immortal Land is for cultivators to gain opportunities, to obtain the Heavenly Dao’s favor through spotless Tao Rules and domains, to further advance after refining.

This is a means cultivated by the Reincarnation War Soul Hall for its cultivators.

Otherwise, with the cultivators’ time for Enlightenment, to grow quickly into Venerables would be an infinitely lengthy process.

Zhou Yan walked step by step, seeing this world not just as a land of spotless Tao Rules but also as an excellent place for the Tai Chu Yin Spirit to grow and nurture.

However, in this place, Zhou Yan did not see the Tai Chu Yin Spirit, nor did he sense the corresponding Yin Qi.

Nevertheless, Zhou Yan was certain, the more the Tai Chu Yin Spirit did not appear, the more terrifying it would be once it did.

Zhou Yan traversed along, having no more perceptions of this world; all sect cultivators under the War Soul Hall were scattered here, and Zhou Yan hadn’t encountered a single cultivator for nearly an hour, let alone meeting with Feng Cailing and others.

This seemed nearly impossible.

All along, Zhou Yan continuously sensed his Soul Sea, but the Soul Sea calmed down again, and Jiang Yuning, after asking that question, Zhou Yan hadn’t even had time to reply to her message before being swept into the Burial Immortal Land.

Upon arriving at the Burial Immortal Land, Jiang Yuning had once again fallen into slumber, clearly bearing not insignificant injuries.

Zhou Yan knew everything was urgent, yet he was helpless.

He could only strive to become stronger, at all costs.

Time passed, another day or so.

Within this Burial Immortal Land, Zhou Yan wandered alone, aimless, as if undertaking a purification of his spirit and Divine Soul’s realm, walking leisurely through this ancient land of annihilation, feeling the implication of this ancient land and its melancholic atmosphere, completing a further transformation of his disposition.

Regarding an ancient scripture like the Ruoshui Scripture, this was of great help to Zhou Yan. Such an environment full of intense emotions and atmosphere was exceedingly effective for understanding such emotional scriptures...

To the extent that Zhou Yan had even forgotten the passage of time.

Until one moment when Zhou Yan suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying oppressive force bearing down on him, he abruptly awakened.

However, this oppressive force was exceptionally strong, and the newcomer showed not the slightest contempt, attacking with a powerful Forbidden Space Domain and that oppressive force.

Even though Zhou Yan sensed it, he couldn’t retaliate. Although he still had several methods to break free, upon sensing that particular elixir aura, Zhou Yan recalled what Mo Yuyao had told him, and instead of resisting, he allowed the oppressive force to subdue him.

"Hmph, to think you were in the core area of the Burial Immortal Land, and made me search for you for six days and six nights, you are quite lucky! But your luck has run out!"

The newcomer was an old man, yet he donned the identity of a youth’s divine body. This young man had rosy lips and white teeth, with an abnormally pale complexion, speaking with an exaggerated air of antiquity.

"Are you Elder Yao Zhao Yi?"

Zhou Yan’s expression became somewhat ’unpleasant,’ his demeanor grave as he spoke.

This was naturally intentional by Zhou Yan, but the foe before him was indeed formidable. Although the divine body was at the Peak Realm of the Divine Spirit Nine Transitions, the divine soul was actually at the Venerable Realm, making it impossible for Zhou Yan to escape easily. Therefore, he feigned being trapped, his attitude appearing genuine.

"Correct, it seems you have some wit. But had you not harmed my nephew Zhao Wu, I wouldn’t have noticed how exceptionally suitable your vitality and blood are as supreme medicinal materials. However, there’s no ’but.’"

The newcomer sneered repeatedly, his gaze upon Zhou Yan as if it were about to ignite into flames.

This gaze exuded blatant desire, sending a chill to one’s heart.

Facing Elder Yao’s sneer, Zhou Yan showed an expression of anger, saying, "What is your intent? Are you not privately here with the status of an elder, to refine many talented disciples, extract and refine souls, and cultivate evil techniques? Or are you yourself a clone, not a pure cultivator from the Dark God Domain?"

Zhou Yan acted extremely ’angry.’

"Haha, you know quite a lot, don’t you? Knowing too much isn’t always a good thing, you know? Even if I wanted to give you a way out now, it wouldn’t be possible! Enough, there’s no point in saying anything more, it’s useless. I’ve been in and out of this place dozens of times, no one will save you, and my secrets will never be discovered!"

Zhao Yi sneered repeatedly, his complacency genuine, seemingly not caring whether Zhou Yan’s words were deliberate or not.

However, what Zhao Yi didn’t know was that within Zhou Yan’s Soul Sea, this scene was being recorded.

As for the soul extraction and refining, Zhou Yan didn’t believe that possessing the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame, there was any fire that could refine him. Nor did he believe that with his proficiency in Soul Slash and Supreme Dao, he could be soul-extracted and refined by any means.

Furthermore, possessing the Swallowing Technique, he wondered what method could possibly devour him.

These were all Zhou Yan’s trump cards, cards that Zhao Yi was utterly unaware of.

Precisely because Zhao Yi was unaware, Zhou Yan intentionally displayed nervousness and anger. If he appeared too calm, it might make Zhao Yi cautious, which would be unfavorable.

At present, it seemed Zhao Yi was too confident in his abilities, not even bothering to probe Zhou Yan’s intentions, making Zhou Yan more satisfied with his plan.

Zhao Yi compressed the void, forming a small world and trapping Zhou Yan within. Then he took Zhou Yan and swiftly fled towards an ancient, concealed place.

Zhao Yi was unaware that the suppressed small space couldn’t truly hold Zhou Yan, but Zhou Yan did not escape actively because, in confronting such a formidable foe, there was only one chance to flee. Without understanding these people’s bottom lines, Zhou Yan wouldn’t escape recklessly.

Zhao Yi traveled along the way, and Zhou Yan memorized every breath change in this land, gradually becoming familiar with the surroundings of this Burial Immortal Land. In Zhou Yan’s mind, a general outline of this place began to form.

The speed of Zhao Yi far exceeded Zhou Yan, and the distance he traversed surpassed Zhou Yan’s imagination. Yet, even at such a distance, he remained within the area of this plain, indicating the vastness of the Burial Immortal Land.

Zhao Yi flew for three full days and nights before Zhou Yan noticed a phantom-like ancient mountain appearing ahead. This solitary ancient mountain, enlarged thousands of times over like an isolated grassy grave mound, imparted a suppressively eerie sensation.

Underneath this ancient mountain, Zhou Yan vaguely felt the presence of a sleeping supreme Hongmeng Venerable, seeming as if awakening would result in rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

All the terrifying feelings of the Burial Immortal Land seemed hidden within this ancient mountain.

Upon sensing this change, Zhou Yan’s heart skipped a beat, and he contemplated whether he’d been too reckless this time.

However, weighing his options, recalling some trump cards that, although unusable outside, should pose no concern in this Burial Immortal Land.

After all, if someone like Zhao Yi, with his status and actions, remained undiscovered, then if Zhou Yan employed the Swallowing Technique to instantaneously enhance his cultivation with the Emperor Qi of Xuan Yuan or purely used the Power of Throne of the Flame Throne, it would likely go unnoticed.

Having considered some of his fallback strategies, Zhou Yan ceased worrying and instead gradually calmed down.

Ahead, atop that ancient mountain, peculiar array patterns manifested, extremely complex. Even with Zhou Yan’s abilities, he could merely discern a few ancient characters, seemingly documenting the name "Soul Burying Void Sword Mountain," while the rest remained shrouded.

"This is the Soul Burying Void Sword Mountain. For you to die here at least leaves you with some dignity, not disgracing you. After all, the Emperor Fire Heavenly Prison is a place that once suppressed unparalleled figures. Subduing you is naturally no challenge. Moreover, this is your fortune!"

Zhao Yi appeared before this ancient mountain peak, a thought entering the array, and he entered an underground space.