Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1615: Chapter 689: Borrowing the Nine Nether Tower, The Secret Realm Finally Appears (Part 2)

Everything within a radius of thirty thousand miles was vividly clear, with every detail exposed.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Sheng’s brows slightly furrowed, and his pure white eyes returned to their distinct black and white clarity.

“There’s nothing here either… This is troublesome!” He felt a slight heaviness in his heart and suddenly sensed the difficulty of the situation.

He initially thought he could easily find the Golden Wind Cave ruins, but who knew that man’s plans couldn’t compare to heaven’s designs!

Over a billion years had passed, and who knows how many times the Sea of Storms had experienced transformation.

Time is always the most formidable power; it can erase everything in the world!

Zhao Sheng’s will only wavered for a moment before he regained his resolute intent.

In the next second, he transformed into a streak of flowing light, speeding toward another sea area.

In this way, he spent a month searching every corner of the sea area covering over three hundred thousand miles.

During this time, he discovered dozens of “spiritual realms”, some of which were on the brink of destruction, and others in which the environment was precarious, with hardly any life.

However, there were also eight spiritual realms that remained stable, not only thriving with life but also occupied by several secret cultivation forces.

Zhao Sheng didn’t alarm anyone; he secretly infiltrated those eight spiritual realms and searched them quietly several times, but unfortunately, he found nothing in the end.

A month later, on a certain day, above the gloomy thunderclouds that enveloped the Sea of Storms, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in the center of Qingyun, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

In recent days, he had repeatedly recalled the conversation he had with the Golden Crane Great Saint and finally discovered a “brilliance point.”

Although the Golden Crane Great Saint hadn’t anticipated the sinking of the Innate Divine Continent and didn’t expect the Golden Wind Cave to be destroyed,

it had firmly said that its Shuangling’s Remnant Soul was hidden within the Golden Wind Cave.

Then the question arises?

The Golden Wind Cave had been destroyed for billions of years. During this long period, countless Unification Realm Experts and Tribulation Crossing Venerables must have “visited” this Sea of Storms.

Even if the Golden Wind Cave still had remnants in the world, it would have been thoroughly scavenged by now.

If that’s the case, isn’t the Golden Crane Great Saint afraid that a Great Ability might find and seize its Shuangling’s Remnant Soul in advance?

Unless it… isn’t afraid of being found, nor afraid of being seized!

Then how can the Great Saint be sure he could find its Shuangling’s Remnant Soul?

Out of nowhere, Zhao Sheng felt a flash of spirit light in his mind and suddenly thought of the hair of the Great Saint hidden inside the Nine Nether Tower.

“That’s it, that’s it, it’s just that! Old me should have thought of it sooner.” Zhao Sheng suddenly realized, feeling both excited and annoyed.

The clues were clearly before him, yet he had been blind, unable to see the mountain for the leaf obscuring it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng suddenly stood up, and with a flash of his figure, disappeared without a trace.

…

In the Taiyi Spirit Realm, on the Four Holy Continents, in the Ancestral Divine Land.

On this day, the barrier that enveloped Hualong Island finally dispersed, and a figure appeared out of thin air above the island.

Before the “dark lines” hiding everywhere could clearly see the figure’s appearance, it had already disappeared again.

“… Immediately report to the Young Master, is that one possibly out of seclusion?”

“Not good, in any case, the higher-ups must be notified quickly!”

“…”

…

On the other side, Zhao Sheng performed “Instantaneous Movement” several times in succession, reaching the depths of the Nameless Sea at the center of the Divine Continent in one go.

Beneath him was a remote small island with towering strange stones, and a nearly thousand-foot-high stone mountain stood at its center.

Zhao Sheng slowly landed at the top of the stone mountain, looked around, but did not see the Old Stone Mason.

Hmm?

Zhao Sheng felt slightly surprised, then somewhat elated. At that moment, he suddenly realized that Zhao Xuanjing must have started refining the Small Wind Stabilizing Pearl; otherwise, he wouldn’t have recalled the stone mason’s avatar.

Since he couldn’t see the Old Stone Mason, Zhao Sheng had no choice but to settle for second best.

He took out a Jade Talisman from his sleeve and crushed it in his palm.

In an instant, a streak of Yellow Light pierced through the void, destination unknown.

Zhao Sheng patiently waited at the mountain top as time slowly passed.

About an hour later, Zhao Dashan suddenly tore through the void and emerged from the Dark Sky.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng immediately bowed with respect: “Chonghe, pays respect to the Three Ancestors!”

“No need for formalities, no need, what’s with the formality with this old man!” Zhao Dashan strode forward, patting his shoulder, half-reproaching, half-delighted.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered, and he said seriously, “Three Ancestors, rituals should not be lightly discarded!”

Zhao Dashan responded casually, “You’re different from the others. By the way, did something happen over there that you urgently summoned me?”

By “over there,” he was referring to the Taiching Spirit Realm.

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and said softly, “Indeed, there’s been a minor mishap over there. I returned this time specifically to request something from Three Ancestors.”

Zhao Dashan replied decisively, “Requesting or not requesting, as long as the family has it, just say the word, and this old man will get it for you right away.”

“I need to borrow the Nine Nether Tower.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dashan’s expression changed slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded, “The Nine Nether Tower is currently with the great ancestor. I’ll make the trip, but you’ll need to wait for some time.”

Before Zhao Sheng could ask, he continued to explain, “The great ancestor is currently in a very closed retreat. Except for us few old guys, no one knows where the Blood Moon Cave Heaven is located.”

The great ancestor was Zhao San Yue, and because she practiced the Blood Battle Path, the cave heaven within her was called the Blood Moon.

Before leaving, Zhao Dashan reminded, “This old man will be away for at most a year or so. Just wait here and don’t wander off.”

Zhao Sheng nodded in agreement.

In a breath, Zhao Dashan tore through the void, stepping into the Dark Sky, and his whereabouts were unknown.

After seeing him off, Zhao Sheng sat on the ground cross-legged and began to meditate and cultivate.

Seven months passed in the blink of an eye.

That evening, as the setting sun glowed like blood, slight ripples suddenly appeared in the void near the mountain top.

Zhao Sheng suddenly looked up, just in time to see Zhao Dashan stepping out of the void with a solemn expression, arriving in front of him.

“This is for you!” Zhao Dashan took out a grayish-white small tower and handed it to him without hesitation.

Zhao Sheng received the Nine Nether Tower, tucked it close to his chest, then said, “Three Ancestors, time is of the essence! I must return to the Taiching Spirit Realm immediately.”

Zhao Dashan’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression serious as he said in a deep voice, “Go! But you must remember that it’s not crucial if you can’t find the Great Saint’s Remnant Soul right away, but absolutely don’t let yourself fall into a desperate situation.”

“Three Ancestors’ teachings, Chonghe will keep in mind.” Zhao Sheng nodded and said sincerely.

After paying his respects to Zhao Dashan, he suddenly vanished without a trace.

After he left, Zhao Dashan let out a light sigh, his face gradually showing a trace of worry, though it was unclear what he was concerned or troubled about.

…

Nine months later, Zhao Sheng reappeared above the Sea of Storms.

The sky was dense with dark clouds, the sea’s waves were surging high, and a violent storm seemed ready to pour down at any moment.

Zhao Sheng solemnly took out the Nine Nether Tower from his bosom.

Buzz, buzz!

The moment the Nine Nether Tower emerged, it emitted a series of buzzing sounds, and its entire body suddenly radiated a faint grayish-white light.

Zhao Sheng tightly grasped the tower base with his right hand, preventing the Nine Nether Tower from flying out of his grasp.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Tower seemed to have developed some sort of spirituality, constantly attempting to fly northeast.

Zhao Sheng felt a surge of excitement in his heart and immediately followed the guidance of the Nine Nether Tower, flying swiftly toward the northeast.

A quarter of an hour later, he had already appeared eleven thousand miles away, on the edge of the Sea of Storms, where previously, no spiritual realm existed.

However, at this moment, the Nine Nether Tower’s pinnacle emitted a grayish-white beam of light, the end of which penetrated the void, its destination unknown.

Zhao Sheng’s heart was slightly stirred, and his eyes gradually turned pure white.

The sky and sea suddenly lost all color, and all things and the world gradually faded away. Replacing them was a brand new world filled with endless “silk strings” and “ripples.”

And at the center of the endless “silk strings” sea, a “vortex” emerged, its edges constantly emitting numerous grand “arc strings.”

“Is that… the entrance to a spiritual realm?!” Zhao Sheng was quite shocked internally, finding it very peculiar.

Before this, he had carefully searched this sea area but couldn’t find any indication of a spiritual realm.