213: Chapter 213 Gravity Immunity Realm Appears

Just crossing the boundary, the overwhelming terrifying pressure crashed down like something physical. Su Changge's Divine Soul and Physical Body instantly suffered unbearable squeezing, as if the entire world had turned into an invisible giant rock, crushing him from all directions. His whole skeleton emitted ear-piercing "creaks," and his flesh twisted and deformed under the immense force, with blood vessels under every inch of skin seemingly about to burst. His vision went completely dark, his breathing was choked off, and his internal organs felt like they were being twisted by iron pincers, as a thick, metallic sweetness welled up in his throat.

He didn't even have time to set up any protection before he plummeted from mid-air, slamming heavily onto the dark red rock wall below with a dull thud. The hard rock wall was smashed into a shallow pit, kicking up fine dust. Lin Waner also fell along with him, hitting the ground beside Su Changge with a suppressed groan, and completely lost consciousness.

Su Changge lay prone on the rock wall, feeling as if his entire skeleton was about to fall apart, with intense pain sweeping through his body like a tide. His chest heaved violently, yet he couldn't suck in a single breath of air. No longer able to suppress it, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood, leaving a striking crimson stain on the dark red rock wall. A Hundredfold Gravity was like a towering mountain, ruthlessly suppressing his body, making even lifting a finger a luxury. His lungs and viscera were squeezed by the immense force, and his consciousness was like a candle in the wind, flickering and unstable. He was only at the Qi Refining First Layer; even with the vast memories of the Xuantian Old Ancestor, he was still just a mortal body. Ordinary gravity was already a burden, let alone a hundredfold! His internal organs felt like they could be crushed into powder at any moment, and the shadow of death shrouded him with an unprecedented sense of reality.

Just as his consciousness was about to dissipate completely, an ancient and profound fluctuation quietly emerged from the depths of his Soul. That was the Saint Body Dao Rhyme recorded in the Xuantian Old Ancestor's memories; it wasn't actively triggered, but was an instinctive self-preservation response of the body when facing a desperate situation. An extremely dim yet pure golden light flowed over his body's surface, barely propping open a tiny space and temporarily resisting that overwhelming pressure. Su Changge could finally breathe; he gasped heavily, greedily sucking in air, as the congestion and pain in his chest eased slightly.

"Xuantian Old Ancestor's Dao Rhyme..." A trace of bitter relief rose in his heart. That golden light carried a hint of eternal immortality, yet it was alarmingly weak. He struggled, propping up half his body, wanting to stand up. However, the moment his body moved, the golden light rapidly dimmed. He counted silently in his mind; in just three breaths, the Saint Body Dao Rhyme was completely exhausted, dissipating into nothingness.

The Hundredfold Gravity crushed down again without reservation, and Su Changge's body, which he had struggled to prop up, was slapped back onto the rock wall. Another mouthful of blood sprayed out, his face pale as paper, and despair grew in his heart like wild grass. The Dao Rhyme could only support him for three breaths? Three breaths, for him at this moment, was just a brief respite, completely insufficient to escape. Could it be that he was truly destined to be buried here today, crushed alive into meat paste?

Just when he thought everything was settled, a cold and mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind like heavenly music.

"[Regional interference weakened, functions restored.]"

That voice, in Su Changge's ears at this moment, was better than all the immortal music and wonderful words in the world. The System, his System, had finally returned in his moment of desperation! The instinct to survive made him burst forth with his last bit of strength, issuing a command in his mind with an almost roaring intensity: "Exchange for the Hundredfold Gravity Immunity Special Effect! Immediately!"

"[Consumed 100,000 emotion points to exchange for the Hundredfold Gravity Immunity Special Effect, duration: twelve hours.]"

The moment the System notification finished, Su Changge felt his whole body lighten, as if the invisible mountain pressing on him had suddenly vanished. That pervasive sense of gravitational pressure was gone, replaced by a long-lost feeling of ease. He propped himself up against the rock wall, slowly stood up, and moved his aching bones, feeling the lingering fear of having just walked back from the gates of hell.

He pulled up the System panel and glanced at the balance of emotion points: 14.8 million. 100,000 had been deducted, leaving 14.7 million. Fortunately, his reserve of emotion points was abundant; otherwise, he would have truly lost his life today. He let out a long breath and knelt down to check Lin Waner's breathing. Her breath was still there; she had just fainted. Su Changge took out an poison dispelling pill from his robe, pinched open Lin Waner's cherry lips, and fed it to her. The poison dispelling pill had been refined by the Xuantian Old Ancestor in the Void Realm; it was no ordinary pill and had the effect of calming the mind and stabilizing the body at this moment.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later, Lin Waner slowly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Su Changge's figure, and her eyes instantly became moist. "Fellow Daoist, are we... are we still alive?"

Su Changge nodded, his expression calm and unruffled, assuming an unfathomable posture as he said indifferently, "It is merely a Hundredfold Gravity; it cannot harm this King."

Lin Waner stared at Su Changge, her eyes filled with unspeakable admiration and awe. That was Hundredfold Gravity! Ordinary Cultivators would find it hard even to stand, yet he could withstand it, and he seemed completely unharmed? Just how profound was this Fellow Daoist's strength?

Ignoring the amazement in Lin Waner's eyes, Su Changge turned to look around. This was the Wall Region. As far as the eye could see, there were vertical dark red rock walls, the material as hard as iron, emitting a heavy and ancient aura. The rock walls were covered with dense cracks, and from deep within those cracks, dark black Qi faintly drifted out, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of pressure. The ground beneath their feet was also dark red, and stepping on it made no sound. The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, without even a hint of wind; only the sound of their slightly heavy breathing echoed in this deathly silent space.

Su Changge took two steps forward, adapting to the feeling of being free from gravitational constraints. He had floated in the Void Region for too long, and now that he was back on solid ground, he felt slightly uncomfortable. He explored forward along the rock wall, hoping to find a way out. After walking about a dozen steps, his toe accidentally kicked a hard protrusion.

Su Changge looked down and saw half a gray stone buried in the dark red soil, with only a corner exposed. He knelt down, brushed away the dirt around the stone, and dug it out. It was a rectangular, broken stone tablet, about half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, its surface covered with dense and obscure ancient patterns. There were obvious signs of fracture on the edges of the tablet, not from natural weathering but from being shattered by some terrifying force; a sense of the vicissitudes of eternal ages washed over him from it.

Su Changge wiped the dust off the stone tablet, revealing the mottled characters on it. Those characters were crooked and had peculiar strokes, identical to the Ancestor Script in the Xuantian Old Ancestor's memories. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. Ancestor Script! What exactly was recorded on this stone tablet? Why was it here, and why was it in Ancestor Script?

Holding the stone tablet, he walked to a place with slightly better light and examined the characters closely. Lin Waner also leaned in curiously, looking at the strange runes on the stone tablet with a look of confusion. "Fellow Daoist, what is written on this? Why can't I understand it at all?"

Su Changge didn't respond; his entire mind was immersed in translating the text on the stone tablet. The Xuantian Old Ancestor's memories were all-encompassing, including methods for translating all ancient scripts.

The first line of text read clearly: [The place where the Ancestor fell, the heart of the realm is hidden within the tomb.]

Su Changge's heart felt as if it were suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand, pounding wildly. The heart of the realm! Is it the heart of the realm? The heart of the realm he had been searching for for years! A surge of immense joy welled up from the bottom of his heart. He hurriedly looked down, becoming more excited the more he read. This broken stone tablet actually recorded clues to the heart of the realm! Su Changge's hands holding the stone tablet even trembled because of this. The heart of the realm he had been painstakingly pursuing finally, finally had a lead!