179: Chapter 179 Lower Mystic Gate

Just as Zhao Yi stepped into the time-space tunnel, a massive force struck him, as if someone had kicked him in the rear.

It sent him tumbling directly into the time-space tunnel.

“Good grief!”

“Who was that?”

Approximate lay on his shoulder, a look of terror on his face.

“It’s the Heavenly Dao of the Qingling Realm; it’s playing dumb.”

“No, Master, we’ve been tricked.”

“If I’m not mistaken, that wasn’t the Heavenly Dao at all, but a Cultivator.”

“Qingling Realm... Qingling Realm?”

Approximate struck Zhao Yi’s ear with his tail.

“Could it be the Qingling Golden Immortal?”

“Could this Qingling Realm be a world she created?”

“Say what?”

“A Golden Immortal?”

“Creating a world?”

Approximate’s words revealed a completely different world.

“Yes, there are three thousand worlds within Chaos.”

“Only some of these three thousand worlds are naturally formed; many others were created by great powers at the Golden Immortal level or above.”

Inside the time-space tunnel, it was so dark that one couldn't even see their own hand—a state of pure blackness.

Zhao Yi was about to ask more when a blinding light appeared.

The transition from absolute black to absolute light was such a stark contrast that even someone in the Mid-stage Human Immortal Realm found it uncomfortable.

After a few moments, Zhao Yi’s eyes finally adjusted.

As expected, the exit of the time-space tunnel led to a wasteland.

Zhao Yi’s first sensation was one of hardness.

Space, which he could easily tear through in the Qingling Realm, was now incredibly rigid, as if the density of the entire world had suddenly increased.

This wasn't a normal increase; it was several times, even dozens of times greater.

Zhao Yi tested it; with his cultivation at the Mid-stage Human Immortal Realm, he couldn’t even punch out a single spatial crack.

At the same time, his Immortal Consciousness was suppressed; what could easily cover the entire Qingling Realm could now only reach a thousand miles here.

This was ridiculous.

“Master, we are in luck.”

“This isn’t a world created by a great power, but a naturally formed one.”

Zhao Yi took a deep breath.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the air felt much fresher than in the Qingling Realm.

“What’s the difference?”

Approximate remained silent.

Zhao Yi...

He hated it when people played mysterious like this.

“Tch, can't I just find a place with people and ask around?”

Since tearing through space was out of the question, Zhao Yi summoned a white cloud and flew off in a random direction.

He had already scanned the area with his Immortal Consciousness; within a thousand miles, it was a desolate wasteland without a single soul or even a bird feather.

He could only search as he flew.

The white cloud drifted leisurely.

Zhao Yi looked helpless; he hadn't expected his cloud-riding speed to be slowed down as well. After flying for two full days, he still hadn't left this area.

“Dammit, is this an entirely barren world?”

Thinking back on the journey, it had all been rocks and mountains; Zhao Yi hadn't seen a single speck of green.

Approximate transformed into his dog form and lay on the white cloud, looking lazy.

“Silly Dog?”

“Still sleeping?”

“Can't you see we're stuck?”

Zhao Yi kicked Approximate away.

Well, what was kicked out was a dog, but what flew back was a Dragon.

A cloud of water vapor enveloped Approximate as he said aggrievedly, “Master, do you think it’s possible we’re inside a Formation?”

“A Formation?”

Zhao Yi frowned; once Approximate mentioned it, he immediately realized it.

Actually, this really did seem like a Formation.

“You—”

Zhao Yi pointed his finger at Approximate.

He felt that Approximate had done this on purpose; this bastard had turned completely bad, either courting death or on his way to court it.

“Thunder, come!”

A bolt of golden Immortal Thunder struck Approximate squarely, knocking him off the cloud.

Only then did Zhao Yi feel a bit better.

“Open for me!”

Knowing it was a Formation, Zhao Yi didn't care what kind it was; he took out his great sumeru treasure hoe and smashed it.

As the hundred-meter-long great sumeru treasure hoe slammed into the ground, the entire sky trembled.

“This really is a damn Formation?”

“Open for me!”

If a Human Immortal Realm cultivation couldn't tear space, could it not even break a Formation?

Zhao Yi didn't bother with technique; he used brute force to shatter it.

A moment later.

Crack!

The entire space shattered like a mirror!

Zhao Yi found himself exposed before two groups of people.

Zhao Yi’s sudden appearance immediately drew the attention of the opposing sides.

One side laughed and said, “Hahaha! I told you our Immortal Old Ancestor was in seclusion within the Liuli Realm, but you didn't believe us?”

“Are you scared now?”

Saying this, he turned and knelt toward Zhao Yi. “The forty-fifth generation Sect Head of the Lower Profound Sect, One Who Listens to Emptiness, pays respects to Ancestor Zhao.”

The Cultivators dressed in the same attire as One Who Listens to Emptiness all looked at Zhao Yi with fanatical expressions.

“We pay our respects to Ancestor Zhao.”

“Wait a second!”

Zhao Yi hurriedly stopped them.

“I am not your Ancestral Master.”

One Who Listens to Emptiness was stunned.

“Is your surname not Zhao? And your name Yi?”

Zhao Yi...

“My name is Zhao Yi.”

“Then you are the Immortal Ancestral Master of my Lower Profound Sect.”

Zhao Yi was about to explain that he clearly just shared the same name as the Lower Profound Sect's Immortal Ancestral Master.

“Woof!”

Approximate let out a bark that even dispersed the white clouds in the sky.

“You little...”

Zhao Yi stomped Approximate into the mud.

“Nothing’s happening, why are you barking?”

“You scared the life out of me.”

Approximate howled from within the mud.

“Master, there’s an Immortal Stone Mine!”

“There’s an Immortal Stone Mine beneath this mountain range!”

Zhao Yi...

“Hmm?”

“Could there be such a coincidence?”

He looked at One Who Listens to Emptiness with a pleasant expression.

“Does this Immortal Stone Mine belong to the Lower Profound Sect?”

One Who Listens to Emptiness looked bewildered.

“What Immortal Stone Mine?”

“I don't know about that.”

“However, the ten thousand miles around Xuan Mountain are all properties of my Lower Profound Sect.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yi’s expression changed instantly.

“What was it again?”

“One Who Listens to Emptiness, right?”

“That’s right, I am Zhao Yi, the Immortal Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect.”

One Who Listens to Emptiness...

Many members of the Lower Profound Sect...

‘Zhao Yi’ was indeed the Immortal Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect, but hearing those words come from Zhao Yi's own mouth felt rather strange.

Zhao Yi, completely ignoring the confusion of One Who Listens to Emptiness and the Sect members, stared at the group of Cultivators facing off against the Lower Profound Sect.

“Who are they?”

“Why are they appearing on Lower Profound Sect land?”

That group of Cultivators was dressed in crimson ritual robes. They were numerous, no fewer than a thousand, and each had a fierce gaze with lingering killing intent; they were clearly not benevolent sorts.

One Who Listens to Emptiness said through gritted teeth,

“Reporting to Ancestral Master, they are Cultivators of the Blood Slaughter Sect. They covet our Xuan Mountain territory. Originally, they wanted to buy us out, but how could we dare to sell the Sect’s land?”

“When the Blood Slaughter Sect failed to buy it, they turned to forceful seizure.”

“My poor three thousand Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect fought to the death until now; only these few remain.”

“Ancestral Master, you must avenge us.”

One Who Listens to Emptiness spoke with tears and snot flowing, and as he spoke, he kept kowtowing to Zhao Yi.

Those Lower Profound Sect Disciples followed his lead, weeping and kowtowing as they spoke.

“Ancestor Zhao, you must avenge our fallen Senior Brothers!”

Zhao Yi felt a headache coming on.

“Enough!”

“Get up.”

“As Mahayana Cultivators, weeping like this—what a disgrace!”

At that moment, a slow voice drifted over.

“So the Lower Profound Sect really does have an Immortal guarding it; I underestimated you.”

The opposing Blood Slaughter Sect Cultivators finally couldn't watch any longer.

Upon learning that Zhao Yi was a Human Immortal, they didn't run; instead, they slowly began to surround him.

Leading them was a One-eyed Elder dressed in a crimson robe and holding a bone staff; his aura was deep, and he was surprisingly also in the Human Immortal Realm.