167: Chapter 167 Entering the Eternal Graveyard

On the high platform to the east of the sky, Chu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back.

His cyan Daoist robe whipped and fluttered in the turbulent Qi flow, like a battle flag that refused to be lowered.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd, crossed over thousands of uncertain faces, and locked precisely onto the figure standing tall like a lone pine below.

"Whatever you want to do, just do it."

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to pierce through all the clamor and noise between heaven and earth. Every word was clear, carrying unquestionable firmness and undisguised protectiveness as it was sent clearly into Xuanyuan Zhanxian's ears.

"If the sky falls, your master will hold it up for you."

Xuanyuan Zhanxian stood before the most dazzling golden teleportation Formation, his back straight. The aura around him was condensed like an ancient sword hidden in a scabbard—its sharp edge fully retracted, yet its momentum could break the sky.

He did not look back.

He just took a deep breath.

As his chest rose and fell slightly, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes regarding the unknown path ahead vanished completely, like residual snow meeting the scorching sun.

Replacing it was a pure, extreme firmness—like gold and stone tempered a thousand times, indestructible through a hundred calamities, unregretful even in death.

He nodded imperceptibly toward the direction where Chu Changsheng was.

"Disciple understands."

The four words fell.

He took a step forward!

His figure was not moving with ordinary speed but suddenly transformed into a sharp, black-and-white interwoven blade of light—like a meteor tearing through the sky, like a sharp sword severing fate, carrying an unstoppable determination and the courage to stake everything on one throw, instantly plunging into the core of the golden teleportation Formation!

Almost at the same moment, Jian Tanghuang and Chu Zhanxiao exchanged a glance.

No words were needed.

In each other's eyes, there was the same determination, the same tacit understanding to go through fire and water without hesitation.

Jian Tanghuang lifted her slender fingers slightly, elegantly smoothing the stray hair at her temples that had been ruffled by the wind. A wisp of light purple Spiritual Qi flashed like lightning from her fingertips and vanished, beautiful enough to be breathtaking, yet cold enough to make one's heart palpitate.

Chu Zhanxiao suddenly clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms bulging and knotting. A powerful, unparalleled force of Physical Body blood energy erupted, like an ancient Vicious Beast awakening, shaking the ground beneath his feet until it trembled slightly.

The next moment.

Two streams of light, one left and one right, like the comet tail following a meteor, tore through the sky, closely following Xuanyuan Zhanxian—the three streams of light, with almost no delay, surged together into that teleportation Formation spitting out golden radiance!

Just at the moment their figures were completely swallowed by the Formation's light—

"Boom!!!"

A sudden change occurred!

The golden teleportation Formation suddenly erupted with a violent tremor, unable to bear the load!

This tremor did not feel like the operation of a Formation, but more like some power that had been suppressed for ages was roaring crazily and struggling in anger!

The Formation patterns that were originally operating smoothly and contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth were now like the surface of water being crazily stirred by an invisible giant hand—twisting, deforming, cracking!

A violent spatial fluctuation far exceeding any previous moment, like a destructive tsunami, swept out fiercely from the center of the Formation!

"Crack!"

Several nearby ordinary teleportation Formations bore the brunt.

Terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across their bases, shocking to the eye!

Those Cultivators in the Formations who were preparing to teleport were caught off guard and were sent flying by this irresistible force—blood sprayed wildly while they were still in mid-air, their faces pale as paper, their eyes filled with despair and terror!

"What is happening?!"

On the spectator stand, someone stood up suddenly in horror, pointing at the violently twisting golden teleportation Formation, their voice changing pitch, shrill and ear-piercing.

"The Formation is unstable! The energy is out of control! Could it be... could it be that three top Prodigies entered at the same time, and their aura and potential exceeded the bearing limit of the teleportation Formation?!"

An elder proficient in Formations gasped in horror, his fingers rapidly calculating and deducing, but he found that the energy in the Formation was as chaotic as a vortex at the beginning of Chaos, with no way to intervene and no patterns to follow.

His expression instantly became extremely grave, even faintly revealing a trace of fear.

High above, Yuxuanzi's expression also changed drastically, his brows locked tightly, his forehead almost twisted into a dead knot.

This sudden change was clearly beyond his expectations.

But he dared not delay.

His right hand lightning-fast formed several profound Dharma seals, and as his sleeves billowed, a clear radiance as pure as the moonbeams of the Nine Heavens surged from his palm—

This clear radiance was so pure that it was untainted by a single trace of Impurities, shooting precisely toward the violently trembling golden teleportation Formation, attempting to forcibly smooth out the violent energy turbulence with supreme magic power and stabilize the base that was on the verge of collapse.

However.

Just at the moment when that clear radiance was about to touch the Formation body—

"Rumble—!!!"

A loud noise that sounded like the opening of heaven and earth exploded fiercely!

In an instant, everyone's mind was left with only one thought—the sky has collapsed.

Where the golden teleportation Formation was, an extreme, intense light erupted that was enough to burn the retinas!

This light was so scorching and domineering, as if hundreds of suns had been detonated simultaneously, burning the entire world into a vast expanse of whiteness and nothingness.

Everyone present, regardless of their cultivation level, instinctively closed their eyes at this moment.

Even those powerful figures with heaven-defying cultivation had to fully circulate their Spiritual Qi to protect their bodies—even so, they could not suppress the horror that surged deep into their bones.

Following the light came a violent tremor that shook the earth and mountains!

The entire Martial Arts Arena was as if stomped on by an ancient giant god—the solid ground cracked inch by inch, cracks spreading crazily like black lightning, giant rocks rolling down from distant hills, dust rising to the sky, filling the surroundings, obscuring the sun and sky, as if the end of the world had arrived, as if heaven and earth were returning to Chaos.

I do not know how long it had been.

The destructive, intense light finally gradually faded.

The dust that had risen to the sky also slowly settled.

When people, still shaken and trembling, looked toward the center of the Martial Arts Arena again—

Everyone was struck by lightning.

Eyes widened, mouths agape, yet no sound could be made. Their faces were filled with unbelievable horror, as if what they saw was not reality, but the most terrible nightmare.

In the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

The golden teleportation Formation that had originally floated there, symbolizing hope and opportunity—

Had already vanished without a trace.

In its place, only a charred giant pit several feet deep, with edges in a molten state, remained, emitting scorching heat waves and a pungent burnt smell—as if it had been heavily struck by a meteorite from beyond the sky, or as if it had been repeatedly struck by the thunder of the Nine Heavens.

And the figures of Xuanyuan Zhanxian, Jian Tanghuang, and Chu Zhanxiao had also completely disappeared along with the teleportation Formation.

As if they had never existed.

"The... the teleportation Formation... exploded, it's gone?"

Someone stammered to themselves, their voice distorted beyond recognition due to extreme fear and shock, not even daring to believe what they were saying.

"Where... where were they swept away to? Did the teleportation fail, and their Physical Bodies were annihilated... or were they thrown into unknown spatial turbulence?"

Another person trembled as they spoke, their unfinished words like a basin of ice water, making everyone around feel a chill down their spines—a bone-chilling cold rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps, making people's teeth chatter.

The Eternal Graveyard was already a place where one had a nine-in-ten chance of dying.

If a teleportation accident were added on top of that...

No one dared to think about the outcome.

The entire spectator stand completely erupted into Chaos.

Voices of doubt, panicked screams, and desperate discussions spread crazily like the most terrible plague—the scene was more than ten times more chaotic than before!

Some were crying and shouting, some were roaring in anger, some were frantically calculating and deducing, and some were slumped in their chairs with vacant eyes, their faces ashen.

On the seats of the powerful figures from the hundred dynasties, these big shots who were usually calm and unflappable, unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before them, also stood up in alarm.

Their gazes were locked tightly onto that charred giant pit, their expressions changing uncertainly—shock, gravity, rage, calculation, apprehension... all sorts of emotions, complex to the extreme.

Just at this critical moment when the entire audience was plunged into panic and Chaos, almost impossible to control and on the verge of spiraling out of control—

"Hum..."

A strange resonance sound rang out again.

This sound was not loud, but it seemed to ring directly in the depths of everyone's Soul, making all the clamor and Chaos stop abruptly at this moment.

The next moment.

Hundreds and thousands of huge, semi-transparent mirror surfaces quietly emerged from the Void Realm without any warning.

They were like glazed heavenly mirrors hanging down from the sky, of different sizes, but neatly floating above the Martial Arts Arena—

Cold, quiet, solemn, carrying a sense of oppression that made one dare not look directly at them, occupying everyone's field of vision.

In each mirror surface, the same scene was clearly reflected—

This was not any mountain or river, nor any city that everyone was familiar with.

It was—

The Eternal Graveyard.

That piece of barren, dead, bloody, and terrifying land was now presented without reservation, nakedly, before tens of thousands of horrified eyes—

This was a blood-colored plain so barren it made one despair.

The sky was a solidified, suffocating dark red.

The red was as thick as blood that had dried for ten thousand years, soaking the entire firmament—never having seen blue, not even a trace of clouds could be found, only endless, maddeningly oppressive dark red.

On the ground, it was densely covered with rusty, broken weapons.

There were broken giant swords several zhang long that seemed to have once slain giants, stuck diagonally into the ground, their bodies covered in dark red rust, yet one could still glimpse the cold light of their blood-drinking days.

There were ancient armors riddled with holes and stained with dark, dull stains scattered everywhere, as if they still retained the body temperature and unwillingness of their former owners.

There were also countless scattered, variously shaped withered bones—white, gray, blackened, stacked layer upon layer, shocking to the eye.

These withered bones, some were several times larger than those of ordinary humans, the bones as thick and sturdy as beams, emitting a barbaric and ferocious aura.

Some had strange horns on their heads, or long tail bones trailing behind them, clearly not the remains of the Human Race, but from some ancient race that had long since vanished in the long river of history.

The shrill wind, like the wailing of resentful Souls, rolled endlessly across the plain.

It raised red dust mixed with sand and bone powder, obscuring the sun and sky, bringing a bone-deep, eternal, and undissipated aura of death and sorrow—this aura was so intense that it felt as if one could smell the nauseating blood and decay even through the mirror surface.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

The earth-shaking clamor, at this moment, was completely dead silent.

A deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of people, not a sound.

Everyone seemed to have their throats gripped by an invisible giant hand, staring dumbfounded at the countless mirror surfaces in the Void Realm reflecting the blood-colored world—their hearts were tightly gripped by an invisible hand of fear, almost stopping their beating.

No one spoke.

No one dared to speak.

Only the sounds of suppressed, almost inaudible gasps of cold air rose and fell in the crowd.

This strange, terrifying land, like a purgatory...

Is it the legendary—

The Eternal Graveyard?

Deep within the mirror surfaces.

The blood-colored plain was like an overturned purgatory furnace, boiling crazily.

The scarlet sky hung low, almost crushing this dead, silent land.

The violent wind, carrying dark red sand and dust, roared and traveled through the cracked soil—each time it passed, it rolled up fine bones and rusty weapon fragments, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The tips of broken spears were still embedded with dried black blood; the broken sword blades were covered with green rust, yet one could still glimpse the cold, chilling light from when they drank blood in the past.

They were half-buried in the blood soil, like countless eyes unwilling to close—silent, cold, and resentful, staring fixedly at the three figures who had broken into this desperate land.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian.

Jian Tanghuang.

Chu Zhanxiao.

Like three stone statues set against a blood-colored background, they were frozen in this land of death.

They stood in a triangle, and the moment their backs touched, their robes fluttered slightly due to the Spiritual Qi steaming from their bodies—on this dead, silent blood-colored wasteland, that was the only thing still moving.

The only proof that they were still alive.