627: Enter

At this moment, the Little Devil Buddha took out a black token.

On the front were the words “Burial Sea”, and on the back was a nine-story black pagoda.

The token flew out, soaring into the clouds.

In an instant, black clouds rolled in the sky, forming a massive vortex spanning hundreds of miles, the swirling black clouds like demonic Dragons dancing wildly, with streaks of dark lightning constantly roiling within them.

The dark lightning encircled the center of the vortex, slowly converging, and finally transformed into a beam of light as black as ink, yet giving a dazzling sensation, descending from the sky and plunging into the black sea below.

The black water churned, as if losing gravity, spiraling upwards to connect with the black clouds in the sky, and streaks of black cracks appeared, surrounding the central beam of light, twisting with the light beam, and a bottomless whirlpool emerged in the black sea in mid-air.

“Roar…”

Demonic Dragons roared, Devilish Qi surged, and within the whirlpool, the figures of demonic Dragons seemed to appear faintly.

Each demonic Dragon was flayed, blood flowing like a torrent, black blood gathering in the black sea, as if their fresh blood had formed this black sea.

“Hmph!” Blood Depletion Dao Consort let out a cold snort, her eyes flashing with cold light as she glared at the others.

She flew towards the center of the whirlpool.

Meanwhile, the Little Devil Buddha pressed his palms together, uttered a demonic chant, and then offered a warning.

“Everyone, this place is fraught with danger, a deadly trap with no chance of survival. You should not come.”

After speaking, the Little Devil Buddha also plunged into the whirlpool.

The others exchanged glances, and once the two had vanished into the whirlpool, they immediately swarmed forward, entering in a continuous stream, completely disregarding the threats of the Little Devil Buddha and Blood Depletion Dao Consort.

With such a great Opportunity before them, everyone was prepared to risk their lives.

If they succeeded in obtaining the Opportunity, they would soar to great heights; if they failed, they would perish.

After everyone except the Blue-Eyed Youth had entered, Shen Bei still floated outside, motionless, simply watching the whirlpool quietly.

It was quite unexpected for Shen Bei that the Little Devil Buddha possessed the identity token of the Burial Sea Secret Lord from back then.

At the same time, the demonic Dragons before him also secretly astonished Shen Bei.

He hadn't expected there to actually be “Dragons” in the cave.

He truly couldn't believe what the Great Wilderness World was like.

However, considering that the Burial Sea Secret Lord was killed by Wu Bi'an's sword back then, though his death was sudden, he was ultimately a member of the Fu Tu Demon Sect, so it was normal for him to have left some things within the Fu Tu Demon Sect.

With this token in hand, opening the tomb portal was indeed very easy.

“Why aren't you going in?” Beneath the black sea, the Blue-Eyed Youth opened his eyes and looked up at Shen Bei, who was floating alone in mid-air.

“Aren't you not going in either?”

“I don't cultivate Demonic Path methods, so I'm not interested in what's inside the Burial Sea Secret Lord's tomb.” The Blue-Eyed Youth shook his head.

“I don't cultivate Demonic Path methods either.” Shen Bei grinned, still not entering.

“Rumor has it that the new captain of the Ghost Ship is just a young man who hasn't reached the Realm of a Great Cultivator of Divine Power Realm, and he merely got lucky when the Ghost Ship suffered heavy losses.” The Blue-Eyed Youth looked deeply at Shen Bei, then his gaze gradually turned cold: “It seems rumors are often not to be trusted.”

“My strength is very formidable. Currently, the strongest person I've killed had the strength of the first level of the Divine Power Realm.” Shen Bei spoke truthfully, his smile growing even brighter: “I heard someone from the Great Wilderness came to avenge a person who died previously. Is that you? Are you going to kill me?”

“That person was a Disciple of our Three Realms Mountain. Since he died at the hands of the Youling Pirates, of course, someone would be sent. However, the Ghost Ship's captain is already dead, his vengeance has been exacted, and the Sect's mission has been completed.” The Blue-Eyed Youth shook his head, denying it, but a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart; he felt that everything Shen Bei said was true…

The coldness in his eyes also slowly receded.

“What is your name?”

“Yan Jingchang of Three Realms Mountain.”

“Shen Bei, the new captain of the Ghost Ship and the Imperial Dynasty's spokesperson.”

As the two chatted idly, the open, pitch-black whirlpool, the portal to the tomb, also slowly began to close, on the verge of disappearing.

“Are you really not going in? After all, that is the tomb of the Burial Sea Secret Lord. The Burial Sea Secret Lord's sudden demise back then likely meant he hadn't even fully arranged his tomb. There must be many Opportunities inside; even if one doesn't cultivate Demonic Path methods, one can still gain a lot.”

Yan Jingchang glanced at the rapidly closing whirlpool and suddenly asked.

“I thought you could endure it for a while longer.” Shen Bei laughed heartily, pointing at the whirlpool: “You can only fool those simpletons with that talk. If you want to go in, then go in.”

“Shen Bei, sometimes, seeing through things but not speaking about them allows one to live longer.” Yan Jingchang smiled brightly, not denying it: “How can the Dao rhyme of a place of great peril compare to the residual Dao rhyme of a titled Dao Lord? Moreover, this place was originally formed under the influence of the Burial Sea Secret Lord's Qi.”

“Yan Jingchang, it's not that I underestimate you, but your strength is about the same as the old man who went against the Night Watcher whom I killed.” Shen Bei's smile remained bright, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes: “The me now can crush the me from back then with one hand. You can come and try, see if you get killed by me, or if I die by your hand.”

As his words fell, a trace of aura, an extremely dangerous aura, slowly emerged from Shen Bei's body.

Yan Jingchang's eyes flashed, and he laughed heartily.

“Brother Qin, you jest. We have no grudges, why resort to violence?”

“You're really a coward…” Shen Bei sighed, and the dangerous aura on his body dissipated.

Yan Jingchang remained silent, and at the very last moment before the whirlpool disappeared, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed in.

The whirlpool dissipated, and the portal vanished with it.

Shen Bei stood rooted to the spot, sighing inwardly, although he had spoken the truth, this guy was actually bluffed…

He's even more afraid of death than I am.

Yan Jingchang's aura indicated at least the strength of a Great Cultivator of Divine Power Realm; without fighting to the death, he truly wouldn't be his opponent.

Of course, a Life Severing Strike could also take this guy down.

But the price of a Life Severing Strike is one's own life.

Although he possessed the Seven-Colored Divine Radiance, which is the Origin of longevity, longevity is merely longevity, not Eternal Life; Lifespan ultimately has an end.

The other party had other plans and clearly wanted to go in; he was just trying to trick the others earlier.

Without hesitation, at the moment the whirlpool disappeared.

Shen Bei also stepped in, and the surroundings transformed into a Void Realm, with chains wrapped in dark lightning, along with black water, piercing through the dark Void Realm and entering an unknown area.

Nine demonic Dragons, eight thousand zhang long, skinless and bleeding all over, were bound by dark lightning chains and suspended in the Void Realm.

Roaring, howling in pain, the nine demonic Dragons roared day and night, their resentment and Devilish Qi intertwined, disrupting everything here, yet also forming a stable passage.

These nine demonic Dragons themselves were the path of the barrier leading to the Burial Sea Secret Lord's tomb.