Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1025: Chapter 571: Stepping Onto the Long Street, Eeriness Shadows Every Step

The expression of Fei Hong Ancestor suddenly became extremely solemn, falling into deep thought.

Zhao Sheng stood motionless, quietly waiting for the Ancestor to speak. Beside him, Chen Mingxue stood like a log, exuding an indifferent aura that repelled people a thousand miles away.

After a long time, an elderly voice echoed in the cave again: "...Go now! But remember to restrain greed and anger, think often of your wife and children when things arise, and finally... you must return alive."

"Grandson will sincerely follow the Ancestor’s advice!"

Shortly after, Zhao Sheng left Feihong Cave.

Returning to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, he told no one about this matter. Usually, he enjoyed himself when he should and cultivated when needed, acting as if nothing had happened.

Three months passed in a blink.

One day, after repeatedly sensing, he confirmed that the Spiritual Energy inside the stone had already dissipated by thirty percent.

This also meant that it was time for him to "log in."

At dusk, Zhao Sheng entered the Cultivation Room as usual. But before entering, he had already informed Chen Ying, Chen Fu, and others that he intended to go into seclusion for some days.

The door closed with a bang, then all the Barrier shields and Defensive Arrays were activated.

After completing these steps, Zhao Sheng took out a Ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword and strapped it to his back. Then, with the Spiral Jade Plate and the prepared sacrifices, he began performing the ritual to summon the space-time portal.

A moment later, the Pale Vortex slowly disappeared, leaving the Cultivation Room completely empty.

...

Open eyes!

The entire long street instantly came into view.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Zhao Sheng was startled.

He had traversed six or seven times before, and the number of people he saw this time surpassed the total of all he had seen before.

Roughly counting, there were at least seven or eight hundred people on the long street.

Just as Zhao Sheng was astounded by Fengfengzi’s grand scale, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Taoist Bai Mei."

Zhao Sheng turned to look, only to see the giant Sha Jiutong, nearly twice the height of an ordinary person, waving at him.

However, even though Sha Jiutong was enormous, he was not at all conspicuous here, for there were many larger and more grotesquely fierce-looking individuals present.

Zhao Sheng smiled faintly and stepped forward.

"Taoist Sha, these three fellow Taoists are...?" As he approached, Zhao Sheng looked at the three people beside Sha Jiutong and asked with a gentle demeanor.

"Hehe! Just about to introduce you to these three companions." Sha Jiutong chuckled and pointed to a black-faced old monk, saying, "This is the Black Monk."

Then he pointed to another person and said, "This is Fellow Taoist Gong Sanzhang."

Zhao Sheng glanced over and found Gong Sanzhang to be of ordinary appearance, clad in silvery-grey leather armor and holding a curved Snake Blade. His face was expressionless and his aura concealed, making it impossible to gauge his cultivation level.

"This is Bo Hua Wanderer."

Zhao Sheng swept his gaze over, only to see Bo Hua Wanderer wearing a tall hat and wide robes, with a childlike face and white hair. Each of his wide long sleeves was tied with a golden rope to hold an entirely snow-white, strange brush, its tip as sharp as a knife, glinting with a cold light.

After Sha Jiutong introduced each one, Zhao Sheng cupped his hands and said in a calm tone, "In Bai Mei, I have met the three fellow Taoists!"

Seeing such "rudeness," the three’s reactions varied.

Gong Sanzhang remained expressionless, the black-faced old monk clasped his hands in return, while Bo Hua Wanderer sneered coldly, showing great displeasure.

"Brother Sha, where did you find this nameless junior? You’re not just bringing someone at random to make up numbers, are you?"

Sha Jiutong pointed at his eyes with the back of his hand, chuckling as he said, "These eyes of mine can see through the Nine Netherworld; I have never misjudged. Taoist Bai Mei’s strength is certainly not inferior to your fellow Daoists."

"Is that so? I would love to learn." Bo Hua Wanderer sneered.

After speaking, his face suddenly turned pale.

At that moment, the ground suddenly emitted a crisp clanging sound.

Alongside it was...

"Fellow Taoist, you dropped something!" Zhao Sheng pointed to the ground, kindly reminding.

Sha Jiutong, the Black Monk, and Gong Sanzhang looked over in response, with their expressions slightly changing.

At that moment... A three-foot-long snow-white large brush lay under Bo Hua Wanderer’s feet.

Bo Hua Wanderer looked extremely unpleasant, slowly bending down to pick up his personal weapon, and then became silent.

"When... did he make a move?" Sha Jiutong and the others looked at the half-cut golden rope under the wide sleeves, with the same thought floating in their minds.

Sha Jiutong and the others had no idea what "Martial Saint’s Will" was and, as a result, couldn’t detect the wonders of "Will."

The Black Monk suddenly proclaimed a Buddhist verse, stating solemnly, "Infinite Immortals and Buddhas! Baimei Tanyue, your strength of mind is truly unparalleled in this monk’s life. If you convert to the Nirvana Buddhist Path, in less than a hundred years, you will surely Rainbow Ascend and enjoy great freedom forever. Baimei Tanyue, are you interested in abandoning the Tao to convert to Buddhism and cultivate the eternal Nirvana Path?"

"Master, please pardon! I am blessed with family, and my way is boundless. Naturally, I cannot become a monk who sees all as empty." Zhao Sheng politely declined the other’s kind offer.

"Our Nirvana Buddhism imposes no precepts and allows for meat eating and marriage. Baimei Tanyue need not worry," the Black Monk said indifferently, astonishingly.

"Apologies! I have absolutely no interest in Nirvana Buddhist Law. Senior Monk need not persuade me further."

"Tanyue should reconsider—"

The Black Monk, still unwilling to give up, attempted to continue persuading, but his words were completely overwhelmed by a calm and steady voice that echoed over the street.

The voice rolled like thunder, speaking with authority.

"The auspicious moment has arrived! I ask all fellow Taoists to follow the three of us and set off immediately."

No sooner had the voice fallen than Zhao Sheng saw the three old Taoists led by Fengfengzi each waving a large sleeve. Hundreds of apricot-yellow talismans flew from their sleeves, slowly floating into the air before dispersing one by one, gently flying toward each of them.

The apricot-yellow talismans flew slowly in the air, as if caught by invisible hands, landing precisely in everyone’s arms.

The entire long street fell silent, everyone stunned by the scene.

In the "Extraordinary Return to Silence" of the Burial Immortal Ruins, this feat by the three of Fengfengzi was akin to the work of celestial beings.

Only a select few, like Zhao Sheng, who understood the wonders of "Will" as a Martial Arts Saint, knew that the method used by the three was a sophisticated application of "Will."

"This is the Heart-Correcting Talisman, effective for exorcism and calming, eliminating distractions. Please place this talisman on your chest and do not remove it."

Zhao Sheng reached out to catch the flying talisman, and following Fengfengzi’s instructions, he patted it onto his chest. The Heart-Correcting Talisman immediately adhered stably to the center of his chest, neither falling nor shaking!

Meanwhile, Sha Jiutong and the others also placed the talismans on their chests.

After a short while, under Fengfengzi’s command, the group of hundreds began moving, stepping out of the long street.

Zhao Sheng and the other five were in the middle section of the street, blending into the group discreetly.

Just as they exited the street, Zhao Sheng felt a sudden heaviness in his body. He immediately realized that the gravity outside was about three times stronger than inside the street.

But for him, this gravity was negligible, and Sha Jiutong and the others could easily bear it as well.

Not just the five of them; the other hundreds of people also found it equally effortless.

Led by the three of Fengfengzi, hundreds of people formed a long, loosely spaced line along the ten-meter-wide road, heading toward Gray Mountain, hundreds of miles away.

The ruins stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, as far as the eye could see.

After walking seven to eight miles, Zhao Sheng noticed that the ruins within a hundred-foot range on both sides of the road had already been cleared of everything, not even a piece of soil, brick, or tile remained, cleaned as if licked by dogs.

Tap-tap-tap—

As they continued, the surroundings were deathly silent, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Aside from the dense footsteps, only the echoes of footsteps hitting the ground lingered beside their ears.

Perhaps because of the large number of people!

The entire team walked tens of miles without encountering a hint of danger, moving safely.

At a certain moment, Zhao Sheng sensed something, suddenly turning back to look at the path they came from. His gaze crossed the sea of people’s heads, just catching sight of the distant long street being obscured by continuous ruins, slowly disappearing from view.

After a few breaths, he turned back, feeling increasingly oppressed in his heart, as if a shadow had enveloped his spirit, and the brilliance of his Will dimmed slightly.

Silence!

Still silence!

On the journey, the team of hundreds walked forward in utter silence.

Realizing this, Zhao Sheng was secretly startled, feeling that although Space Immortal Heaven was wondrous, its eerie dangers were equally not to be underestimated.