693: Chapter 694 War Tomb

"Damn it! What exactly is suppressed beneath this Purple Miasma Mountain?!"

Immortal King Zichen was both shocked and furious; while striking out to disperse several incoming eerie beams of light, he simultaneously stabilized his own grand formation.

"Stabilize the formation first! Beware of the thing beneath the ground!"

Immortal King Sword Venerable also shouted sternly, waving his sword to cleave through a wave of filthy miasma.

For a moment, the major factions in the sky were in Chaos; they not only had to deal with the subtle standoff between each other,

but also had to resist the indiscriminate attacks from the unknown horror awakening deep within Purple Miasma Mountain, while maintaining the blockade, making it impossible to keep their full attention locked on Xiao Ruobai and his four companions.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ruobai and his four companions, who were below at the edge of the storm and nearly captured by a palm, gained a chance to breathe due to the "timely" attack of this Vicious Beast.

The terrifying suppression force targeting them suddenly slackened as the Immortal Kings were attacked.

"Chance! Go!"

A brilliant light flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes as he let out a low growl. Taking advantage of the Immortal Kings in the sky being entangled by the limbs of the terrifying Vicious Beast and unable to look elsewhere, he led the charge toward the depths without hesitation.

However, the moment they just approached the core area—

"Hum!"

Not far from their side, an extremely unstable spatial rift, under the dual impact of violent energy and the mutation of Purple Miasma Mountain's ancient ley lines, twisted and expanded violently.

It instantly transformed into a spatial vortex several zhang in diameter, rotating with a dark interior, emitting a strong suction force and chaotic fluctuations!

This vortex appeared without warning, and its suction was astonishingly powerful. It also carried a force of chaotic time and space, causing the figures of Xiao Ruobai and his four companions, who had just increased their speed, to suddenly stall, as if they had fallen into an invisible quagmire.

"Not good! It's a spatial turbulence!" Fang Hanyu's expression changed, and he attempted to use Sword Qi to cut through the suction.

But it was too late!

The spatial vortex seemed to possess life, suddenly contracting inward, and then erupting with an even stronger devouring force!

The escape light formed by the five was instantly completely disrupted, and they fell uncontrollably toward the center of the dark, rotating vortex!

"Hold on!"

Xiao Ruobai only had time to shout loudly as golden light surged, his long halberd attempting to pierce into the Void Realm to anchor them, but the chaotic time and space force rendered all stabilization methods ineffective.

"Fat Master hates teleportation—ah!" Wang Xiaopang's strange cry came to an abrupt end.

The five figures, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, were pulled into the suddenly appearing dark spatial vortex without any power to resist, disappearing in an instant.

Above in the sky, Immortal King Zichen, Immortal King Sword Venerable, and other experts, although most of their attention was occupied by the Vicious Beast, were still using their Divided Soul to notice the brief spatial anomaly below and the disappearance of the five auras.

"A spatial rift? They were sucked in?" Immortal King Yuqing waved his sleeve to shake off a lashing tentacle, frowning as he spoke.

In the sky, the Immortal Kings of the major factions frantically swept their Divine Sense across that annihilated space, but they could no longer capture even a trace of the auras of Xiao Ruobai and his four companions, as if they had never appeared.

Only deep within Purple Miasma Mountain did that terrifying roar still echo, and all sorts of eerie attacks continued.

Reminding everyone that this hunt, due to the unexpected awakening of some ancient existence, had completely spiraled out of everyone's control.

Immortal King Zichen's face was as gloomy as water as he looked at the chaotic Purple Miasma Mountain below and the eerie beams of light continuously erupting, then looked at the covetous experts of the other major factions.

He knew that the operation to hunt down those juniors and seize the dao-embodying mysterious crystal had become even more chaotic and dangerous due to this sudden, earth-shattering turn of events.

And at this moment, deep within the depths of Purple Miasma Mountain, in the endless darkness and Chaos.

A pair of eyes, as huge as lakes and as scarlet as blood moons, slowly opened, filled with the rage of being disturbed, and a hint of confusion?

It seemed to have caught a faint scent of a fox that was both familiar and detestable to it.

The spatial rift, with its colorful, bizarre, and twisted scenery, receded like a tide, replaced by an indescribable grayness and silence.

Xiao Ruobai and the others rushed out of the vortex and fell onto a patch of ground.

To call it ground was inaccurate; it was not soil or rock, but a substance similar to solidified, dark gray gelatin. It felt slightly soft when stepped on, yet was exceptionally stable.

Looking up, there was no sky, only an endless, equally murky gray "dome" that emitted a faint, constant cold light, illuminating this small area.

This place was only about a hundred zhang in radius, irregular in shape, and the edges were wriggling barriers of Chaos similar to the colorful vortex from before, though relatively calm.

Most eye-catching of all, in the center of this small area, stood a broken, ancient stone tablet only half a person's height.

The stone tablet was dark red, covered in deep cracks, as well as some twisted patterns that were too blurry to be recognized.

A desolate, tragic, and yet unyielding aura faintly emanated from the stone tablet.

"Th-this is?"

Wang Xiaopang slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, busy stuffing healing medicine into his mouth while looking around in suspicious uncertainty.

"An isolated island in a spatial rift? Or perhaps, a surviving corner of some massive, shattered realm?"

Ling Xi knelt on one knee, sensing vigilantly. She discovered that although the Law here was strange, there was no immediate danger, and the aura of the stone tablet held no malice, but instead gave one a sense of inexplicable protection.

Fang Hanyu and Mo Yu also managed to prop themselves up, seizing the time to regulate their breathing.

Dong Li struggled to climb down from Ling Xi's shoulder, sniffing hard with its small nose. Its red eyes stared at the broken stone tablet, revealing an expression of extreme confusion and disbelief:

"This aura is so ancient, and it seems to have a tiny resonance with some distant memory fragment deep in my Bloodline? But it's also very different, filled with Battle Intent and a sense of destruction..."

Xiao Ruobai leaned on his long halberd and walked to the front of the stone tablet.

He reached out his hand and gently touched those cold cracks. The moment his fingertips touched the stone tablet—

"Hum!"

The broken stone tablet suddenly shook! The dark red patterns on it suddenly lit up with a trace of blood-colored light, so faint that it seemed it would extinguish at any moment!

At the same time, within Xiao Ruobai's body, the pale golden blood energy of his War God Body uncontrollably surged, creating an extremely weak resonance with the blood-colored light of the stone tablet!

A fragmented, blurred scene filled with the killing intent of clashing weapons suddenly rushed into Xiao Ruobai's mind, mixed with a few broken syllables!

In the scene, there were heaven-supporting giants fighting in blood, Vicious Beasts roaring across the galaxy, and countless figures falling amidst brilliant light...

The final scene was a blood-stained, giant palm holding a broken halberd, fiercely striking a tablet into the endless Void Realm and Chaos...

The broken syllables converged into two words filled with unwillingness and obsession: "War... Tomb..."

"Pfft!" Xiao Ruobai was struck as if by a heavy blow, stumbling back a few steps, his face deathly pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the stone tablet.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the stone tablet. The blood-colored light of the tablet brightened for an instant, then completely went silent, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Senior Brother!" everyone exclaimed.

Xiao Ruobai waved his hand, suppressing the raging waves in his heart, his eyes filled with shock and solemnity as he looked at the stone tablet.

"This place is called the War Tomb," he said slowly, his voice hoarse. "It is a tomb, a fragment of a warrior's mausoleum that shattered during the Primordial War and drifted here."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They had accidentally stumbled into a fragment of a Primordial battlefield ruin!