Uncle Liu from Hunan sat there panting, "You guys came in too, what a coincidence, now it's good that we can all work together."
"Are you out of your mind? You still want to go?" The two people looked terrified.
Uncle Liu from Hunan took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to each person, took a few deep drags, and said, "Let me tell you the truth. There is a real immortal corpse in the Hall of Ascension. It is not an immortal corpse from ancient Shu, but a real immortal corpse from the lost mythical era of ancient times. It is related to the secret of becoming an immortal. Otherwise, why would that Ghost King value that place so much?"
We were all quite surprised to hear what Uncle Liu from Hunan said, but we just smoked our cigarettes and didn't say anything.
Amidst the swirling smoke, Uncle Liu from Hunan continued, “You might think that the legendary ‘immortals’ are just figments of the ancient people’s imagination, but you are wrong, terribly wrong. I have confirmed that there was indeed a mythical era in ancient times, a very long period of at least several thousand or even tens of thousands of years. It was just that later, for some unknown reason, it was lost to history. The real ‘immortals’ are those cultivators in myths and legends, and the Dao was born from that time.”
As he spoke, Uncle Liu from Hunan looked at me again, “Do you know why only Yin-Yang Masters can access those forbidden secrets? It’s because Yin-Yang Masters have already entered another world and can be considered the earliest cultivators. It’s just a pity that from the end of ancient times to the present, all generations of Yin-Yang Masters have been unable to escape the arrangements of fate and have all encountered accidents.”
When Uncle Liu from Hunan said this, we were all quite surprised. There was actually a 'celestial corpse' in the Hall of Ascension to Immortality. Could it be the corpse of a real immortal?
At the same time, I was also incredibly shocked. The Yin-Yang Master is actually the inheritor of the Dao. Becoming a Yin-Yang Master means stepping into another world. What is this world? Could it be the legendary world of cultivators?
“But with our abilities, I’m afraid it will be very difficult to get in,” Xiang Fei said.
The two men from the north, speaking with northern accents, also said, "Even if we wanted to go, we couldn't get into that place unless a yin-yang master came. Otherwise, it would be a waste for just the few of us to go."
Uncle Liu from Hunan, puffing on his cigarette, said, "If I'm not mistaken, that blood corpse is the ghost king from last time. It should return to the coffin to undergo transformation. We'll take the opportunity to go in then. Without the blood corpse blocking our way, we can still deal with those ancient corpses and evil spirits."
I was too lazy to say anything. I just got some food from Uncle Liu in Hunan and filled my stomach first.
No one spoke again and fell silent. At this time, Uncle Liu from Hunan introduced the two men from the north to us. It turned out that they came from the Shaanxi area and were somewhat famous in the underworld there. They were brothers, one named Li Tianlong and the other named Li Tianhu. Their names sounded impressive, but we didn't know how capable they were.
It's nighttime now, and the Shu people are still asleep. The entire ghost city is incredibly quiet, and everyone is sitting on the ground resting. I told Xiang Fei to keep an eye on things while I took a nap first, because I couldn't hold on any longer.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately. I don't know how long I slept, but Xiang Fei woke me up. When I opened my eyes, it was already 'dawn'. The Shu people came out, and we quickly hid inside the city wall and quietly observed.
The people of Shu acted as usual: first they 'ate,' then they offered sacrifices, then they 'donated blood,' and finally they did some light exercise before going home to sleep.
We just need to wait patiently. I don't care if I keep sleeping; I could sleep for three days and two nights right now without any problem.
During this time, Xiang Fei, the blind man, and the black cat took turns sleeping. Everyone was exhausted. Uncle Liu from Hunan was alright; they had only been here for a day, while we had been here for three days.
When we were woken up again, it was already 'night'. The Shu people had gone back to sleep, and the ghost city had fallen into a quiet atmosphere once more. We prepared our things and were just waiting for the ghost soldiers to come out so we could go to the Hall of Immortal Ascension.
We now sense that the coffin carried by the ghostly soldiers is no ordinary object. Who is buried inside? Why are these ghostly soldiers constantly moving around? Where did they begin? And where will they end?
We waited with bated breath, and finally saw those ghostly soldiers emerge in neat rows, walking past silently.
Then we started to make our way to the palace. After finally getting inside, we saw that the mound had been restored to its original state, covered in blood. Without looking closely, we headed straight for the Hall of Immortal Ascension.
Just like last time, the Hall of Ascension was shrouded in malevolent energy, like a hellish abyss. Ancient corpses were piled up all around, and the hall was pitch black, exuding a chilling aura.
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