The Blood Slave's reaction made Tuoba San pause, thinking to himself, "Why are you replying so formally if you don't know?"
Are you making fun of yourself?
But then I thought, this guy doesn't seem to have any emotions, so it's impossible that they're just making fun of him...
"Haha... If it's a forbidden land of gods, then there must be gods. If it's called a celestial palace, then there must be immortals?"
A sudden sound rang out, causing Tuoba San to immediately stop and look around warily…
The voice was ethereal, seemingly coming from all directions, but Tuoba San knew that this person was definitely not nearby, otherwise they would have already shown themselves...
"Playing tricks? If you've got the guts, come out and talk..."
Tuoba San said coldly, but he did not let his guard down. Instead, he looked around carefully. Just as he was about to use his divine soul to sense the poisonous miasma, any divine soul that came into contact with it was immediately contaminated by the miasma, forcing him to immediately sever the connection of his divine soul to avoid being corroded by the miasma...
What a potent poisonous miasma! If it weren't for the poison-repelling pearl, I'd probably be nourishing this place like those skeletons outside...
"Owner…"
The blood slave knelt respectfully on one knee, which surprised Tuoba San. He hadn't expected that the other party was actually the blood slave's master, which meant that the other party was a Rakshasa, also an Asura...
If it really is the other party, then it's not hard to explain why they would keep blood slaves. But why is Rakshasa in the Forbidden Land of the Gods...?
"Now you know who I am, right? Come find me, and I'll tell you why this place is called the Forbidden Land of the Gods..."
Rakshasa's voice rang out again, causing Tuoba San to frown. It seemed that the other party's target was indeed him...
whoosh…
A small, venomous snake lunged at Tuoba San, interrupting his thoughts…
Faced with the attack of such a venomous snake, Tuoba San simply erected a barrier. However, to Tuoba San's astonishment, the venomous snake, which showed no signs of spiritual energy fluctuation, actually passed directly through the barrier he had set up and continued its attack on him...
This surprised Tuoba Sanda. How could such a poisonous insect, which could ignore physical defenses, be defended against?
rub…
The Emperor's Sword was drawn, cleaving the venomous snake in two. Tuoba San finally breathed a sigh of relief, but this attack was only the beginning…
In this forbidden land of the gods, one must not only face poisonous insects, snakes, and miasma, but also highly toxic trees and plants. Every step taken here is fraught with danger, and one careless move could lead to poisoning and death...
Life forms that can survive in toxic miasma, whether animal or plant, possess unimaginable abilities. As one ventures deeper, these dangers increase and become increasingly difficult to defend against…
This is hardly a forbidden land for the gods; it's clearly a place for breeding poison...
However, with the blood slaves leading the way, they wouldn't lose their way. If a normal person were here, let alone venture deeper, they would probably get lost in the poisonous miasma...
After an unknown amount of time, Tuoba San finally saw a palace appear before him. What shocked him was not the appearance of a palace, but the fact that there was no poisonous miasma around it, as if it were afraid to approach the palace...
Do poisonous miasma feel afraid?
That's obviously impossible, but a palace that can keep poisonous miasma away is definitely not simple...
Tuoba San's eyes gleamed; it seemed the Rakshasa was here...
It is said that the male members of the Asura clan are incredibly ugly, while the females are incomparably beautiful…
Mingchi's beauty proves this point; it's just a question of who is more beautiful, Rakshasa or Mingchi...
Tuoba San looked at the Emperor's Sword in his hand and suddenly wondered who was more beautiful, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden or the Rakshasa...
The blood slave suddenly stopped moving, kneeling there as if he had lost all his strength…
"Tuoba San, since you're here, come in..."
That ethereal voice came again, making Tuoba San even more certain that the other party was luring him here. Blood slaves were nothing more than corpses and had no self-awareness at all...
Tuoba San couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly, realizing he had actually forgotten this detail...
He knew there was a trap, but he still chose to jump in; he wouldn't stop there...
Tuoba San walked past the Blood Slave, but he still stopped to take one last look at the Blood Slave. He had been accompanied by the Blood Slave all the way, and he felt a little bit of parting...
But in the end, he sighed and chose to walk towards the palace…
Just as he was about to push open the palace gates, he received my message in his jade slip. When he saw that someone was plotting against me, Tuoba San's aura suddenly erupted, and his killing intent soared to the sky...
Regardless of who's behind this, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this…
Just as Tuoba San was about to leave, Rakshasa's voice rang out once more...
"Tuoba San, it's too late. Your father's presence is no longer in the Burial Realm..."
Upon hearing this, Tuoba San's expression changed drastically. He stared at the palace in shock, certain that Rakshasa was inside. Just how terrifying was her power to be able to sense the edge of the Burial Realm?
"You're scared..."
Rakshasa's voice rang out again, as if she were stating something very ordinary...
Tuoba San's gaze narrowed sharply, then he sneered.
"Fear? My cultivation to this day has relied on my unwavering belief in moving forward. In my eyes, there is no such thing as fear. My father once told me something that I still remember to this day..."
He paused here, then composed himself, his eyes filled with an invincible aura. The next moment, he held the Emperor's Sword, his gaze burning with fervor, and said...
"Take life and death lightly, if you're not convinced, then fight..."
He finished speaking as if on a pilgrimage, and then continued...
"So there's no need for you to use reverse psychology to test whether I'll enter the palace. Since I'm here, I never intended to leave alive. I'm just worried about my father's safety..."
After a moment of silence, Rakshasa responded.
"Going back now won't change anything. Since his presence has vanished, it's too late for you to go back..."
Tuoba San did not deny this point; since the other party had betrayed his father, they certainly wouldn't give him the chance to go back and rescue him…
Since that's the case, we might as well solve the immediate problem first...
After figuring things out, Tuoba San pushed open the palace doors…
creak…
The gates creaked and scraped, and after countless years, the palace welcomed its first guest…
Pushing open the door revealed an extremely spacious hall. In the very center of the hall stood an extremely luxurious chair, resembling a dragon throne, signifying the status and position of the person seated there…
The main hall was furnished with elegant chairs and tea tables on both sides, though not in large numbers…
Presumably, not many people are qualified to sit here. The main hall is filled with wisps of the aura of the Great Dao. It is unknown how much time has passed, but the aura of those who once sat here has not completely dissipated, which shows how powerful this group of people are...
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