Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1269: Chapter 688: Terror, Terror, Terror! (Part 2)

Such terrifying entities that hunt living creatures are not uncommon in the Burial Immortal Ruins, and there are even more terrifying and unimaginable ones.

Some terrifying entities are simply incomprehensible, even unimaginable, often resulting in one being inexplicably obliterated by some incomprehensible force just by hearing of them.

Of course, compared to the everywhere-seen Mad Beasts, Mad Demons, Dead Spirits, and other strange beings, Bone Dragon Bats of this level of terrifying existence are still quite rare.

Emperor Jiang claims to have ventured out more than a hundred times, and has only witnessed "despair-level existences" six times, including the Bone Dragon Bat from earlier.

In comparison, it’s the numerous Mad Beasts, Mad Demons, and Dead Spirits that pose the most common danger everyone dreads and is wary of.

For some unknown reason, the "native" lifeforms in the Burial Immortal Ruins seem to have an impulse toward self-destruction.

The older the creatures get, the crazier they become, often ending with a killing frenzy of all surrounding life.

And this is how the Mad Beasts and Mad Demons came to be.

If these two are life forms somewhat understandable to everyone, then Dead Spirits, Heavenly Demons, and other bizarre, unexplainable existences are "things" beyond imagination and articulation.

Emperor Jiang did not go into detail about such bizarre existences to Zhao Sheng and others; he said that the more one knows, the more likely they are to attract those inexplicable "things."

The saying goes, "The Five Don’ts" is the blessing: ’Don’t hear, don’t know, don’t listen, don’t speak, don’t think.’"

...

They had been on their journey for less than half a day,

as they were about to exit the mountain ruins, several pitch-black armored beasts, like Armadillos, suddenly emerged from the canyon ahead, kicking up a storm of sand and stone, shaking the earth.

As the pitch-black armored beasts approached within a few miles, a loud "boom" was heard, and the ground suddenly erupted with a vast amount of rock and sand, spreading like a volcanic eruption and obscuring the beasts’ figures.

Instantly, the huge Dragon Elephant at the forefront lifted its elephant foot high and smashed it down hard on the ground.

The ground shook violently, splitting open with countless deep cracks, and waves of powerful tremors expanded from the ground, quickly enveloping the surrounding area.

At the same time, the Puppet Dragon Elephant tilted its head back, with its massive trunk pointing straight to the sky.

From its trunk, a massive white beam shot out, radiating an unmistakable wave of will, destructive in force.

The white beam burst forth, instantly forming several silver-white dragon elephants that darted quickly into the dust, precisely striking all the pitch-black armored beasts.

Two Eagle Puppets plummeted downwards, their wings creating gusts of howling wind that quickly scattered the dust in the air.

As the dust settled, several broken beast corpses lay scattered across the ground, leaving behind large patches of dark red viscous blood.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but marvel at the combat power of the Puppet Dragon Elephant, crafted by an Immortal Monarch, greatly exceeding his imagination.

Before he could finish his surprise, with a "crack" sound, a hatch suddenly opened on the back of the Winged Cloud Tiger upfront, and Wuzhiqi shot out from within.

In an instant, he landed beside the remains of the armored beast and started to work busily.

Before long, Wuzhiqi raised seven or eight pieces of white, slippery flesh in his hands, flew into the air, and then tossed the pieces towards everyone.

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to grab one of the flying pieces and bowed his head to thank Wuzhiqi.

In the Burial Immortal Ruins, one should never underestimate any kind of native "life."

After all, ever since the failure of Yu Kong Grandmaster to transcend, leading to his extinction, the Space Immortal Heaven has gradually perished, its environment growing increasingly perilous.

If one could trace the roots, all the Mad Beasts, Mad Demons, Demon Monsters, etc., having survived to this day, must originate from legendary beings like the Demon Saints, Divine Beasts, and Holy Beasts that far surpass True Immortals.

Otherwise, they would have rapidly met extinction long ago due to the drastic change in the Immortal Heaven Law.

In short, all weaker groups have been "eliminated" by the harsh environment of the Burial Immortal Ruins; those who survive all possess extraordinary bloodlines.

"This Mad Beast meat is extremely nourishing, but do not consume too much! Overeating can easily cause one’s Original Spirit to become ’erratic.’ Kui Niu, Soaring Snake, it’s your first time out, you’d better remember every word I say."

Wuzhiqi rarely spoke so much, and Zhao Sheng, of course, felt grateful, so he immediately thanked him.

Then Soaring Snake suddenly asked, "Senior Brother, can this beast meat be taken back to the Lower Realm to sell?"

Wuzhiqi replied coldly, "A small amount can be, but it’s best not to take too much at once. Otherwise, you’ll easily attract unimaginable ’catastrophes’!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng was puzzled, then Huo Dou explained with a smile, "As long as it doesn’t exceed ten thousand jins in one go, it’s not that easy to have bad luck. The ’catastrophes’ Senior Brother spoke of can also be described as bad luck.

It is rumored that the Burial Immortal Ruins is an ominous place, and anything taken from here is naturally tainted with an aura of misfortune.

Therefore, the Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm is quite averse to such ominous objects. Heavenly Dao’s aversions naturally lead to our ’bad luck.’ If you don’t believe it, you can experiment upon your return.

But don’t say you weren’t warned; if you take back too much and get struck by heavenly lightning as soon as you return to the Lower Realm, dying carelessly from this, then you’ll only be laughed at as foolish."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng was startled and immediately abandoned his previous idea.

...

Half a Ruins Moon later.

Somehow, the once dark clouds had turned gray and white, and the towering volcanoes had been left far behind.

This was a desolate desert Gobi, where the sand occasionally revealed rising ruins of buildings, inside which mounds of weathered bones and countless huge, twisted fragments of Treasures could be seen scattered everywhere.

It seemed that, in ancient times, this place had experienced a brutal war.

The endless blowing sand obscured the light; although the winds howled all around, the world remained as dark as night, and all was silent.

In the unending desolate Gobi, seven Demon God Puppets huddled closely together, forming a diamond-shaped arrowhead, struggling against the raging sand and flying stones.

The once mountain-sized Giant Beast Puppets had by now shrunk to a mere two zhang in size, only to resist the pervasive "corrosive" force within the violent winds.

This "corrosive" force seemed to originate from some kind of Taoist Law, specifically targeting Primordial Spirits and Original Spirits, and its destructive power was terrifyingly extreme.

In the Burial Immortal Ruins, dangers are everywhere, but more dangers come from the unknown, directly linked to the Taoist Laws, leaving people utterly desperate.

Fortunately, the Divine Beast Treasures can, to some extent, shield against such "principle attacks" from the Taoist level.

As long as the intensity of the attack does not exceed the limit left by the Immortal Monarch’s prohibition, it generally will not directly obliterate the host’s Primordial Spirit.

Inside the Bull Puppet, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in the center of the narrow cabin, with Kui Niu Treasure on his face emanating an ever-changing glow, seemingly dissolving the external dangers.

High above the Soul Sea, a Primordial Spirit, indistinguishable from an ordinary person, also sat cross-legged in mid-air, surrounded by dense thunder light, which was continuously mysteriously weakened, yet rapidly thickening.

"Ah, this corrosive storm has lasted over a day already, who knows when it will end..."

In the sky above the Soul Sea, a sigh suddenly echoed, and the Primordial Spirit sank instantly, leaning against the surface of the Hundred Generations Book.

In doing so, the mysterious corrosive forces around him immediately reduced by 99%, what was left was like a gentle breeze, unable to harm his Primordial Spirit.

If discovered by the struggling Wuzhiqi and others that he had such a "secret," the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

Time passed, the journey was long and arduous, and several days went by in a flash.

The desolate Gobi lay behind them, and the howling winds came to an abrupt stop.

Before them appeared an endless expanse of ice, with countless remains buried beneath: birds and beasts, humans, demons, and monsters, even legendary Divine Beasts and Holy Beasts were frequently seen.

The hardness of this ice exceeded everyone’s imagination; even Emperor Jiang couldn’t damage it in the slightest.