Volume 2, Chapter 318: The Land of Death
The starlight faded, and the only light was never seen.
Endless nothingness.
There are long stone steps at your feet, extending downwards.
In the darkness, it was unusually quiet, with only the sound of three people's footsteps echoing.
Accompanied by heavy breathing.
An inexplicable heaviness weighed on my heart.
But Ye Tingmu never stopped.
Behind him, Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu followed closely behind him, and did not dare to stop for a moment.
In addition to the footsteps of the three people, the footsteps of others gradually sounded behind them.
There was even the sound of whispers.
"Why is it so dark?"
"I can't see anything."
"Where does this lead to..."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that there was someone who dared to follow him and step into the door of death.
But he didn't care. No matter what the situation was, as long as someone dared to take the lead, there would always be someone brave enough to follow. This was the truth.
He continued down.
I don’t know how long it took, but a faint light appeared at the end of my sight.
It's like a star that suddenly lights up in the dark night. Even though it looks like only a dot, it is still so dazzling.
He subconsciously quickened his pace.
He switched from walking to running, and the light in front of him gradually grew bigger and brighter as he got closer.
Until finally, the scorching white light completely engulfed the figures of the three people.
They also walked out of the dark stone stairs.
But after passing through this door, there was not the light they had imagined, nor was it the exit they had imagined.
After all, if everything were so simple, why would there be such a risk of death?
The scenery in front of him made Ye Tingmu stop.
They were on a huge stone platform, towering high above the heaven and earth.
Looking around, there is a valley with ravines and gullies in front of you. It is all white. Snow is falling in the gray sky, which reveals an inexplicable heaviness and depression.
There were gusts of cold wind blowing towards me, chilling me to the bone.
The north wind is as sharp as a knife, blowing up thousands of snowdrifts.
The severe winter is like a prison, even a drop of water can freeze into ice.
The sky is blue and dark clouds cover the white snow.
The land of rivers and lakes is completely desolate.
Looking at the vast sea of snow in front of him, Ye Tingmu swallowed subconsciously.
Unexpectedly, under the gate of death, it was a cold winter.
At this time, bursts of animal roars rose to the sky, and on the snow, countless snow beasts appeared inexplicably from nowhere. They were pure white, but their shapes were different. Some were as small as mice, while others were as big as mountains.
Some walk upright like snowmen, some crawl on all fours like wild beasts, and of course there are also some that can fly.
They roared and hissed, completely blocking the way ahead.
The aura emanating from the body is sometimes that of an immortal, sometimes of a saint, and naturally there is also that of a celestial being.
Fortunately, although there are many of them, they have not felt the pressure from the Immortal King or Immortal Emperor levels.
At this time, people also came out one after another behind Ye Tingmu and the others.
After they walked out of here, they also looked around vigilantly, with different expressions on their faces.
Ye Tingmu did not move in a hurry, but was thinking about something.
Moreover, there was an invisible barrier in front of the stone platform, which made it impossible for him to cross.
Separate the snow beast herd from them.
It seemed to be telling him that the trial had not yet begun and he needed to wait patiently. He guessed that the one hour mentioned by the blue shadow gravekeeper had not yet arrived.
A quarter of an hour later, there was a dense crowd of people standing behind him.
At first glance, there were at least a thousand people.
None of them came from the ten major immortal sects, but they all came from the human world.
Their cultivation levels also vary, some are at the level of saints, and some are at the level of celestial immortals, but one thing that is certain is that these people pose no threat to him.
Seeing the scene before them, the crowd at this moment could naturally guess what the so-called trial was. It must be related to the beast tide before them.
It was difficult to survive the dense tide of beasts, and they also understood what it meant to be on the verge of death.
But now that we've come this far, I'm afraid we won't be able to solve any problems.
There is no way to retreat, the only way to survive is to fight.
They focused their attention on Ye Tingmu.
One of them stepped forward and saluted Ye Tingmu.
"My name is Li Xue, nice to meet you, the Seventh Generation Sword Master!"
The sudden greeting interrupted Ye Tingmu's thoughts. Although he was the sword master, no outsider had ever called him that.
He looked at the person in front of him curiously. He was in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
"Do we know each other?"
"The Sword Master naturally doesn't recognize me, but your name is well known to everyone and you are my idol, so naturally I recognize you." The man replied respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu pursed his lips. It turned out that this kid was his fan.
To be honest, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he still had fans after three days.
Being admired and respected is something worth being happy about, so Ye Tingmu was in a good mood at the moment.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a smile.
To confirm, he asked, "You said you admire me. Am I your idol?"
"Not only me, we are all your admirers."
The others also cast their gazes over, with passion and admiration in their eyes clearly visible.
Ye Tingmu looked at the crowd of more than 1,000 people. He didn't expect that he was so outstanding and had so many fans. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At this time, another young man ran out from the crowd, walked forward a few steps, knelt on one knee without hesitation, and greeted with fists.
"I am willing to follow the Sword Master and conquer the Immortal Mountain. I hope the Sword Master will grant me this."
The sudden scene caught Ye Tingmu off guard, and he knelt down in a somewhat messy manner.
He thought of a person, an old friend who had passed away, and that person also knelt down when he was told to do so.
“You…”
Just when he didn't know what to say, several people in the crowd knelt on one knee, shouting the name of the Sword Master, and expressed their willingness to follow.
Then, with someone taking the lead, more and more people knelt down, until finally, all of them knelt on one knee on the ground.
Although a man's knees are made of gold, there are some things that are more valuable than gold, such as the current situation, which is between life and death.
If you want to survive, you have to hold on to Ye Tingmu's thigh tightly. This is a truth that even a fool knows.
Besides, those who can follow Ye Tingmu into the Gate of Death are originally Ye Tingmu’s little fans. There is nothing shameful in following their admirers and the goals in their hearts.
Baili Qianqiu and Baili Jianhan were completely confused. Looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground in front of them, they didn't know what to say.
A mask of pain was worn on his face.
Looking back, their master tried to deceive everyone he saw, but in the end he only deceived four disciples.
They also spoke earnestly and performed for a whole night before they received the burial, but what about now?
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