Chapter 22
Before the Fallen Immortal Cliff, a crimson rift tore through the heavens and earth like the yawning maw of a giant beast, swallowing up the pale skylight. Viscous, blood-thick demonic clouds swirled endlessly above the rift, while streaks of dark purple lightning twisted and lashed out like prison dragons... a scene of annihilation.
Li Jue arrived in the air, and as far as his eyes could see, the huge mouth of the abyss a hundred feet away was already filled with densely packed figures.
He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Are there so many people who are not afraid of death?"
Then he just sneered, and suddenly figured it out -
For this Yunshan Grand Ceremony, the Bodeng Sect had only invited his Wangjianglou family, but secretly, countless eyes had already been fixed on this place—because the secret realm of Yunshan, unseen for hundreds of years, was very likely to be revealed during this grand ceremony! And the legend of the mountain treasure, the "Secret Treasure of Yunshan," which had spread throughout Yunzhou and even the Three Thousand Continents, was hidden deep within this secret realm!
Someone once said that those who obtain mountain treasures can have a glimpse of immortality.
There is no need to explain what the word "immortal fate" means in this world.
Therefore, although it is extremely dangerous at this time, there are still people gathering in front of the abyss. There is no fear in countless eyes, only naked greed burning.
On the east side of the abyss, on a ruined altar, a man with his black robe fluttering stood quietly under the reflection of the surging blood light, as motionless as a sculpture, as if waiting for something.
It was Lin Wuya.
In the distant sky, streams of light of various colors continued to break through the air, and cultivators from all directions continued to rush towards this place. When they approached the abyss a hundred feet away, they all hovered and looked towards the Fallen Immortal Cliff in doubt and surprise - obviously they had not expected that the Cloud Mountain Secret Realm would open so early.
More and more figures came into view, and a sinister smile slowly appeared at the corner of Lin Wuya's lips.
"The Myriad Gods Mountain, the Netherworld Cave, the Fountain of Youth..."
All the famous demon sects within a radius of thousands of miles have gathered!
Sure enough, these rats have been lurking in Yunzhou for a long time and have been coveting the secret realm of Yunshan for a long time.
Now that I'm here...
His eyes suddenly darkened, and the spells in his hands changed rapidly. Dark blue runes burst out from his fingertips and sank into the boiling abyss below like living things.
The abyss that had been roaring and turbulent suddenly became silent, like a ferocious beast with its throat strangled.
Everyone was stunned: Lin Wuya actually has such a method?
As expected, it is the Bo Deng Sect that has ruled Yunshan for a thousand years. Even though it has declined due to the "Heavenly Punishment", its foundation still remains!
Before they could recover from their shock, Lin Wuya's clear voice echoed from the altar, penetrating everyone's ears: "The unusual movements in Yunshan this time are extraordinary, so the grand ceremony has been moved forward to tonight." His voice was steady, but each word was sharp. "You have come from afar, and you are all guests. Since you have arrived in the territory of our Boyeng Sect, please observe this ceremony calmly and do not overstep your bounds."
The words were polite, but the warning was clear. A burst of suppressed sneers and cold snorts suddenly erupted from the crowd below.
—Just watching this ceremony? What a joke! Who of those who came here just to watch the ceremony?
Tonight, it is clear that many heroes are competing for supremacy. Is the drunkard's real intention in the wine?
Before the noise died down, several bright streams of light suddenly descended on Lin Wuya's side, and where the light scattered, Shen Qing, Su Hong and several other figures with powerful spiritual power appeared - they were none other than the elders of the Bo Deng Sect who were in the He Qi stage!
Only when these people showed up did the noise of the onlookers slowly die down, but the fire of greed in the countless eyes burned even more fiercely.
Seeing that everyone had finally quieted down, Lin Wuya slowly suppressed the murderous intent that had just risen in his heart due to the sneer, and said in a cold voice: "The time has come - the sacrifice ceremony!"
——As he finished speaking, a group of disciples dressed in the clothes of the Boyeng Sect and with solemn expressions, carried three huge stone coffins together and stepped onto the altar with heavy steps.
Everyone looked up and saw that the sarcophagus was made of rough and ancient material, with obscure runes engraved on the surface. At this moment, it was faintly glowing. On each sarcophagus, there was a heavy black iron chain that gleamed with cold light, locking the coffin lid and the coffin body together without leaving a single gap.
Leading this group of disciples was a young man and woman of striking appearance and austere demeanor. The man had an upright figure and a resolute expression, while the woman had a graceful figure, her eyes gleaming with a sharp edge. Despite their youth, they had already reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core stage, their spiritual energy condensed. Even across the Three Thousand Continents, they could be considered geniuses.
Lin Wuya's gaze fell on the two of them, revealing an undisguised admiration and expectation.
"Su Ling, Su Ruo." The next moment, he spoke in a steady yet commanding voice, "You two are the leaders of the younger generation of our Bo Deng Sect. This journey to Yunshan is extremely dangerous, but also offers countless opportunities. I can only rest assured knowing you two are leading the team."
He paused slightly, his eyes quietly glancing at the faces of the onlookers nearby. He then looked back at the two of them, raising his voice slightly: "You must find the secret treasure and enhance the prestige of our sect. Don't let me down, don't let the sect down!"
Upon hearing this, Su Ling and Su Ruo immediately bowed respectfully, clasping their fists and speaking in a firm voice, "Please rest assured, Sect Master! We will do our best to live up to the high expectations of you and the sect!"
Lin Wuya nodded slightly, said no more, and then turned to face the bottomless abyss that was spewing blood. Three long dark purple incense sticks appeared in his hand. He rubbed them with his fingertips, and the incense heads spontaneously combusted without fire, emitting a strange smell mixed with sandalwood and blood.
He looked solemn as he steadily inserted the long incense sticks into the special incense burner in front of the altar. He then bowed and led the people from the Boyeng Sect behind him to bow their heads solemnly.
After the ceremony, he stood up and shook his sleeves, and a pure white and flawless ancient jade talisman appeared in his palm.
Then, without any hesitation, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and his five fingers suddenly clenched together -
“Crack—”
A crisp cracking sound echoed, and the white seal instantly turned into dust. Immediately, a powerful and pure force gushed out from it like a flood, pouring violently into the abyss below.
"Boom..."
——Strange changes occur again in the abyss!
The energy in the blood-red abyss actually began to stir and condense wildly at this moment. Then, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, two huge portals slowly rose from the depths of the boiling blood!
One on the left and one on the right, standing opposite each other.
The door on the left was deep, inky black, as if it could swallow up all light. The door frame was carved with ferocious demonic patterns. Inside the door was an impenetrable, thick darkness, deadly and dangerous.
The door on the right was a brilliant white, its material smooth as jade, emitting a soft glow that stood out from the blood-red hell surrounding it. However, behind that white light, there was no transparency, similarly obscured by the swirling fog, making it impossible to see clearly.
However, if someone looked carefully, they could vaguely see that, unlike the Mo Gate, there seemed to be three air currents of different colors slowly flowing and entangled in the white mist, revealing an indescribable weirdness.
"Two doors?" Muffled exclamations and whispers rang out from the crowd in the distance. "Black... white? W-What does this mean?"
"Could this be... the legendary entrance to Yunshan Mountain?"
Just as everyone was in doubt and speculating about the purpose of these two strange portals, Lin Wuya suddenly turned around, his eyes like lightning, shooting towards Su Ling and Su Ruo who were waiting in full battle array, and his voice suddenly rose, clearly spreading in all directions:
"The White Gate is the Gate of Death. Its evil spirit soars into the sky, leading directly to the heart of Yunshan Mountain, where the Demon Lord resides. These three human sacrifices will be sent through this gate as a sacrifice to the Demon Lord!"
"And this Mo Sect..." Lin Wuya's gaze slowly swept over the faces of the Bo Deng Sect disciples standing in front of him, as well as the people from Wangjiang Tower, led by Li Jue, who were waiting in full battle array. Then, in a steady voice, he continued, "The Mo Sect is the gate of life, concealing mysteries. While it lacks the fierce and murderous aura of the Gate of Death, it's not an easy road either. This gate leads to the spiritual realm of Yunshan, where opportunities and trials coexist. All disciples of our sect and distinguished guests of Wangjiang Tower enter through this gate. Whether you can find your destiny and temper your Dao heart depends on your individual luck and means."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers in the distance, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and sure enough, he saw a greater commotion breaking out among the crowd, and many people showed greedy expressions on their faces.
A hint of imperceptible satisfaction and sarcasm flashed across Lin Wuya's eyes.
The next moment, without giving everyone more time to think, he suddenly swung his wide black sleeves forward!
An invisible yet vast force instantly engulfed the three sarcophagi on the altar - the next moment, the three sarcophagi wrapped in black iron chains were shot out as if by giant crossbows, transforming into three dim meteors, dragging dim tails of flame, cutting through the oppressive air, and shooting one after another with incredible precision towards the "death gate" that was as white as jade but contained three strange air currents!
The howling wind blew Lin Wuya's robe sleeves.
He stared at the three sarcophagi, and the sea of blood in his eyes suddenly burned and boiled to the peak!
However, just as the sarcophagus in the middle was the first to sink into the first cloud of mist in the white gate—
The surging blood in his eyes suddenly froze, as if struck by some invisible force, a moment of distraction and struggle. A trace of extremely complex and indistinguishable emotion quickly crossed his handsome yet distorted face, like a trace of... the tiniest bit of pity.
This emotion appears and disappears suddenly, and almost no one can see it.
In a flash, Lin Wuya waved his sleeves again, and a dark spiritual power arrived first, hitting the side of the sarcophagus accurately!
"Bang!"
The trajectory of the sarcophagus suddenly deviated and failed to fall into the first cloud of fog. Instead, it carried another sarcophagus following closely behind and crashed into the second cloud of white fog!
The next moment, there was a flash of light, and the three sarcophagi instantly disappeared at the vortex-like entrance.
Almost in the next second after the three coffins disappeared, the elite members of the Bo Deng Sect camp, led by Su Ling and Su Ruo, two peak-level Jindan disciples, immediately turned into dozens of streams of light and rushed into the black gate without hesitation.
On the other side, Li Jue from Wangjiang Tower laughed loudly upon seeing this, and a dark golden light shone brightly around him. He also led the strong men under his command and stabbed at him like a sharp sword!
And at this moment——
Many monks and independent cultivators from small sects who had heard the news and rushed over, or who had been wandering nearby, saw that the people from both sects had entered, and were afraid that the entrance would close. Greed eventually overwhelmed their fear, and they gritted their teeth and swarmed towards the black gate like moths to a flame.
He actually ignored the people of Bo Deng Sect who tried to stop the attack after they reacted, and let it hit him, determined to break in at the risk of his life!
On the contrary, Lin Wuya, who was standing at the front, just stood there quietly, with his hands behind his back, watching indifferently those figures rushing to join the Mo Sect, and a very cold and mocking sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Go... all of you." He whispered softly, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, "Add more nutrients, and let Him... have more fun!"
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