The Immortal Script belongs to the Eternal Script!
On this side of the Imperial Pass, the ultimate transformation pursued by all living beings of the myriad races is to become a True Immortal!
The meteorite was extremely hard, grayish-brown in color, having been scorched by intense heat in the past, melted, and then crystallized, gleaming like metal.
This was a humanoid creature, lying prone on the ground, its body emaciated, flesh withered, and hair like yellowed wild grass, motionless.
The bloodstains on the ground were glaring, still shimmering—all his own blood. It was clear that his right fingers were cracked, with golden remnants, while his left fingers bore dark bloodstains.
The script was written with both hands. A single being possessing both golden and black blood—this reversal was bizarre and astonishing.
“Guardian bloodline!”
Shi Hao was deeply shaken. He immediately guessed this being’s identity because he sensed an aura similar to Du Gu Yun’s from it.
Its blood could be golden or pitch-black, as Du Gu Yun had once revealed.
It was said that the Guardian bloodline did not belong to the Nine Heavens but hailed from a mysterious place—now confirmed!
Was it here, behind that stone gate? Yet, they could never return.
The Du Gu clan had some powerful members, though their numbers were extremely scarce, certainly not limited to just one or two. It was no surprise that this being had struggled to return here, yet it still departed with regret.
“In life, he was incomparably powerful!” That was San Zang’s judgment. How could someone capable of writing the Immortal Script be ordinary?
But like all the deceased here, this being had encountered the same misfortune—perhaps calamity. After death, all his essence had dissipated, even the Dao principles and runes on his body had vanished.
Now, not a trace of his power remained, no fluctuation of divine energy.
Otherwise, the corpse of such a peerless expert, even after an epoch, would be nearly impossible to approach, radiating terrifying energy.
Shi Hao turned him over. Though his skin was withered, it was clear he had been a middle-aged man in life, his cultivation terrifyingly profound.
One could imagine how extraordinary a Guardian must be to write the Immortal Script and appear here!
In his time, he must have been a peerless expert!
Yet, he died with such regret.
Was there a world behind the stone gate?
Where did this passage truly lead?
Was the homeland of the Guardians beyond it?
Rumors spoke of that world, where the Guardians were but one clan among many ancient and powerful families, unfathomably terrifying!
If so, that ancient land was beyond imagination.
What kind of place could it be, harboring such ancient families? A mere fraction of one clan that emerged from there had been called Guardians in the Nine Heavens—how terrifying!
At the same time, Shi Hao knew that the reinforcements awaited by the beings of the Imperial Pass must also come from there!
For instance, Jin Tai Jun had sworn that in five hundred years, strong reinforcements would emerge from a mysterious place—undoubtedly that land.
Moreover, it was inferred that when the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were defeated by the Other Shore, and the iron cavalry surged forward, the final resistance must have come from beings of that land.
What hidden beings in the Nine Heavens could oppose the Immortal Kings of the Other Shore? Upon reflection, it was clear those mysterious forces hailed from that secret realm!
“Do you know what lies beyond the stone gate?” Shi Hao asked San Zang.
“The Homeland of Immortals!” came the unexpected answer.
“In the Burial Grounds, there are rumors known to the higher echelons—of such an ancient land,” Shen Ming explained.
Though not yet among the higher echelons, they were Golden Burial Warriors, exceedingly rare, possibly of higher status than descendants of imperial clans like Yu Yu and Chi Meng Hong.
Thus, they knew some secrets.
“It has many names: Homeland of Immortals, Immortal Domain, Pure Land, Immortal’s Hometown,” San Zang said.
He added that the place was shrouded in mystery, nearly unreachable.
Even those who emerged from there were cautious, for once they left, they could rarely return.
“Immortal’s Hometown?” Shi Hao’s expression shifted. He had once seen the immortal herb carried by the White Turtle, which spoke of longing to return to the Immortal’s Hometown.
So the so-called hometown was the Immortal Domain!
“Why conceal such a place? And why can’t those who leave return? Even True Immortals cannot go back?”
Shi Hao was riddled with doubts.
“A Burial King once said it is the foundation of the Immortals, fearing contamination of its origin. Those who leave cannot return, for it involves the most terrifying events in history!” Shen Ming revealed.
This sent chills down Shi Hao’s spine. What could warrant such secrecy?
Were the current realms—the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—flawed, harboring hidden dangers?
According to San Zang and Shen Ming, the Immortal Kings of the Other Shore knew of the Immortal’s Hometown and were wary of its inhabitants!
“In the distant past, there was a passage between the Immortal’s Hometown and the Nine Heavens, allowing travel. Later, events severed the path, and drastic changes occurred within the Immortal Domain.”
These words shocked Shi Hao.
“Long ago, events known to all, washed by the river of time, have become mere legends,” Shen Ming lamented.
“Future generations will see our era the same way, grasping only fragments, the truth long buried,” San Zang said coldly.
“Indeed. Perhaps in the future, the Immortal Ancient Era will be seen as the age of True Immortals. What will our era be called? The Dark Age or the Age of Chaos?” Shi Hao mused.
“A Burial King once sighed that we will all become dust of history,” San Zang said.
“Why?” Shi Hao felt a cold dread.
“In this epoch, all truth will be buried. Many great figures will fade into obscurity, lost to the dark ages, leaving only calm waters for posterity,” San Zang explained.
“To survive, to see the truth, to see who can truly bury it all!” Shi Hao said calmly. He would grow stronger, to endure beyond the epoch, not perish as a mere pawn.
“After an epoch’s end, seeds will be sown, some teachings and so-called histories preserved, and the cycle will begin anew,” San Zang said with a hollow, eerie smile, incongruent with his saintly aura.
“Is the cycle beginning again?” Shen Ming sighed deeply, his eyes unnervingly profound.
For some reason, Shi Hao’s scalp prickled, not from their words but their unsettling demeanor.
Their final remarks made them seem not young beings but ancient, weathered souls.
Shi Hao couldn’t help but think of the Dark Prison, that mysterious place from which souls could escape.
The two Golden Burial Warriors sometimes seemed themselves, other times eerily off.
“Look, what are those Thunder Spirits doing?”
In the distance, hundreds of Thunder Spirits roamed, searching intently before placing the straw mat on a meteorite.
They formed an arcane formation, chanting ancient incantations, as if summoning something.
“They seek to enter the world beyond the stone gate!” San Zang said.
By now, Shi Hao was certain it was a vast world, likely surpassing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in scope.
Yet the truth remained hidden, unknown.
With the fall of Immortal Ancient, the beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths nearly perished, leaving such knowledge lost.
Did the Thunder Spirits seek to bring the remains on the straw mat into the Immortal’s Hometown?
But the stone gate remained shut. Despite their power, the Thunder Spirits couldn’t budge it, their chants futile.
“Look!”
Shen Ming gasped, noticing the Thunder Spirits’ anomaly.
They lifted a corner of the straw mat, prostrating and worshipping until a radiant light emerged from it, blazing brilliantly.
The light flashed to the stone gate.
“Is that a treasure from an ancient emperor?”
“His weapon?”
Something astonishing happened. The light struck the gate, igniting an eerie glow, no longer dull or silent—the gate turned nearly transparent.
Infinite patterns spread across it, reviving like molten iron.
Boom!
Suddenly, the gates blazed with light, illuminating eternity, indestructible!
“Two characters appeared!”
Shi Hao, standing far back, saw them clearly—two ancient characters on the gate, exuding Dao essence, making the heavens tremble!
“Immortal Domain!” San Zang recognized and uttered the words.
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