Is this what a true immortal looks like?!
The crowd held their breath, motionless, all frozen in place like stone statues.
Such an ancient city had endured for countless millennia, existing even before the great destruction of the previous era. How could there still be living creatures within it now?
No one dared to act rashly, fearing they might provoke these beings. Otherwise, calamity would surely follow.
Their armor was pitch-black, yet bore no rust, gleaming with a metallic sheen. Despite the passage of time, it remained impeccably maintained. Subtly, people could sense the sharpness of immortal metal!
Their weapons—black halberds and celestial spears—were heavy, ancient arms, simple yet exuding a bloodthirsty aura capable of devouring heaven and earth.
It was terrifying, for these weapons had undoubtedly slain formidable foes and extraordinary figures. Otherwise, they wouldn’t radiate such ferocity!
Though these figures carried an immortal aura, their weapons were horrifying, making the onlookers even more solemn.
“They contain Dark Immortal Metal!” The audacious little fatty, Cao Yusheng, muttered under his breath.
Both their armor and weapons were infused with Dark Immortal Metal—an extravagant waste, as immortal metal was rare, usually measured in grains.
The grand metallic city was vast and imposing. Its towering gates loomed like an ancient mountain, casting a suffocating shadow.
The azure-golden walls stretched like mountain ranges, blocking the path ahead.
Several figures emerged from the city gates, their faces also concealed by armor, revealing only piercing eyes that swept over the crowd like lightning, stinging their skin.
Even the hidden young supremes remained silent, not daring to act recklessly.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps echoed clearly on the stone pavement, resonating in everyone’s hearts, sending chills down their spines.
Though they were undoubtedly immortal beings, their oppressive silence was unsettling.
Suddenly, the leader of the group split open his forehead, revealing a vertical eye that emitted a crimson beam, scanning each person one by one.
“Ah!” The little rabbit shrieked.
The red light first enveloped her, causing her to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.
“What’s wrong?” Someone nearby exclaimed, attempting to help but being repelled by the crimson glow before they could get close.
“The purest bloodline of the Immortal Ancient Era may enter the city,” the leader intoned in a deep, archaic language—one long lost to time, yet understood by the gathered elites, who had studied it in the academy.
The crowd was stunned. Was this a test by the gatekeepers?
The Lunar Grace Rabbit was overjoyed, her ruby-like eyes sparkling as she tried to dash inside—only to be repelled by a barrier.
“Why? You said my bloodline was purest! Why won’t you let me in?” she protested, indignant.
“What creature’s bloodline could be purer than a young Qilin, tied to the immortals of the Immortal Ancient Era?” the armored figure holding the black halberd replied coldly, his tone mechanical.
With a flick, the snow-white Qilin cub—now grown but still lazy—leaped from the rabbit’s arms and bounded toward the city.
“You heartless thing! How could you abandon us?” the rabbit fumed.
The Qilin cub paused, blinking its watery eyes as it pleaded with the gatekeepers to let the others enter.
After scanning everyone again, the leader nodded. “Descendants of the Immortal Ancient people, not from the other shore. With the Qilin’s bloodline leading, they may enter.”
The crowd marveled. Were these gatekeepers guarding against beings from the other world? Was this their purpose for surviving?
“Proceed!” After careful inspection, they stepped aside.
Shi Hao and the others advanced, passing through the gates. Having come this far, they couldn’t turn back, even if danger lurked.
Suddenly, a black spear shot out, its blade erupting with a blinding, murderous aura that seemed capable of shaking the heavens.
The weapon blocked one person’s path.
“An invader from the other shore—our mortal enemy!” a thunderous voice declared, startling everyone.
Was there a traitor among them? The thought was horrifying.
All eyes turned to the accused.
“He is indeed from the other shore,” Shi Hao admitted.
The person in question was Mo Dao, whom Shi Hao had defeated and taken as a servant. Though his bloodline matched that of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he had lived in the other world.
Shi Hao didn’t know if Mo Dao would betray them, but if this place was crucial, restrictions were necessary.
The armored figure seized Mo Dao, his vertical eye blazing as he scrutinized him.
After a moment, he released him.
“He may enter, but only within designated areas of the city,” he said coldly.
The group exhaled in relief, Shi Hao included. Had Mo Dao been exposed as a threat, he would have had to be executed.
The party was sizable, including the Witch, Chang Gongyan, Feng Wu, Zhen Gu, Teng Yi, and others from the academy.
Even the hidden young supremes—Lan Xian, Da Xu Tuo, and Qi Gu Daoist—emerged, though they remained veiled in mist.
Even the severely injured Zi Ri Tian Ju arrived, revived by the immortal academy’s elders to seize this opportunity.
The city was eerily quiet, its streets empty save for the mysterious gatekeepers.
Suddenly, the ancient figures from the three academies appeared, seeking dialogue—only to be met with cold halberds barring their way.
“You are too old. The city’s opportunities are nearly exhausted. For you, they would be wasted.”
The elders were speechless. Such bluntness!
Their hearts sank. Could such a grand city truly lack great opportunities?
“We thought this might be a trump card left by an Immortal King. What a pity,” someone sighed.
“Pity? This city is indeed one of the most important legacies,” a gatekeeper retorted icily.
“What lies within?” an elder from the immortal academy pressed.
“Two Immortal Kings’ remnants—but not for you. Only for those with the purest Immortal Ancient bloodlines,” came the cold reply.
The newcomers were stunned. Two Immortal Kings’ heritage? In this era, none existed!
Even in the previous era, they were rare. What had these two left behind?
Excitement surged. This was a land of unimaginable fortune!
But the gatekeepers’ words were clear: only the purest descendants of the Immortal Ancient could claim it.
The city was vast, far larger than it appeared from outside.
“Look! That glowing light!” someone shouted.
At the end of the street, divine radiance shimmered amid white mist, exuding sacred tranquility.
The group rushed forward, Shi Hao lingering to guard against the young supremes. Among them, only he posed a formidable deterrent.
Indeed, Lan Xian and the others hesitated, unwilling to clash so soon.
“My god! Three Soul-Guiding Lotuses!” Cao Yusheng yelped in disbelief.
Ahead, in a small plaza, a pool emitted radiant mist, cradling three glowing lotuses—divine herbs that strengthened the soul, capable of reviving even the faintest wisp of consciousness.
“Divine herbs of the same kind, growing together? Impossible!” others gasped.
Divine herbs were rare, and sharing space was unheard of—yet here they thrived.
“This is paradise for tempering the soul!” many rejoiced.
Cao Yusheng plunged into the pool headfirst.
“So fragrant! The water’s already infused with the herbs!” He gulped greedily, laughing.
Others followed, soaking in the potent elixir.
“Who’s crazy enough to drink my bathwater?” a childish voice piped up.
Silence fell. Everyone scrambled out, wary.
“Where are you?” Cao Yusheng demanded, disgusted at having swallowed “bathwater.”
“Fatty, watch your step! You’ll crush me!” the voice squeaked.
Cao Yusheng looked down and burst out laughing at the tiny creature before him.
“Pipsqueak! You’re barely an inch tall, yet you dare mock me?” he teased, poking it with a finger.
BAM!
The next moment, he was sent flying, howling curses before blacking out from the punch of the “pipsqueak.”
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