412: Chapter 410: The Will of the Creation Tower, Bloodfire Mural

Dao Monarch Ziyuan felt regretful; had he known, he should have chosen to incite Hou Ying to deal with Daoist Xuan Ling instead.

Although Hou Ying was hot-tempered and unpredictable, it was still better than the current situation.

Daoist Xuan Ling keenly sensed the change in Dao Monarch Ziyuan's emotions, a ghostly green cold light flickering in his eyes.

"Senior Brother, only a tenth of your Divine Soul power remains. If you have any other schemes, don't blame me for being heartless and wiping out your Divine Soul directly!"

Dao Monarch Ziyuan was able to turn Daoist Xuan Ling and Hou Ying against each other by sacrificing nine-tenths of his Divine Soul power, leaving him in a near-remnant state.

He said bitterly, "Junior Brother, I've already fallen to such a state, what tricks could I possibly play? As for the heavenly creation pagoda before us, back then I meditated for five hundred years and only melted some of the ice outside; I couldn't even enter the gate. Today you arrive, and the gate opens by itself. It seems this Opportunity is meant for you."

Daoist Xuan Ling was delighted to hear this, his face full of pride: "Senior Brother, if you had been like this earlier, we wouldn't have become enemies. Once I obtain the Opportunity, I will help you recover some of your cultivation, hahaha..."

Dao Monarch Ziyuan smiled bitterly, then his expression suddenly changed, and he frowned: "Wait, there seems to be someone inside!"

He shouted out, and inside the pagoda, Gu Shengge's expression shifted slightly. He had already suppressed his cultivation to the limit, yet Dao Monarch Ziyuan could still detect him!

Daoist Xuan Ling seemed to think of something and exclaimed: "It's Gu Shengge!"

He hurried toward the entrance of the heavenly creation pagoda. Gu Shengge quickly dodged and hid inside the qianyuan jade bottle.

*Bang!*

The gate of the heavenly creation pagoda suddenly slammed shut on its own, and Daoist Xuan Ling crashed directly into it.

Daoist Xuan Ling's face darkened instantly: "Ziyuan, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"

Dao Monarch Ziyuan frowned deeply and said in a heavy voice: "It's Gu Shengge! It must be him; he has already entered the heavenly creation pagoda!"

He didn't know whether to feel angry or gloat. He didn't want Daoist Xuan Ling to get the Opportunity, nor did he want Gu Shengge to get it. After all, Daoist Xuan Ling was still a fellow sect member, while he couldn't see through Gu Shengge.

Crucially, he had previously used him to reach Molei Cliff.

He felt that if he fell into Gu Shengge's hands, there would be no way out but death.

Daoist Xuan Ling's face was ashen. His hands were already wrapped in green Dao Principles energy, and he raised them to strike the gate with over a dozen consecutive punches.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Muffled thuds echoed from the gate, but not even a scratch was left on it; it was indestructible.

Seeing this, Dao Monarch Ziyuan said bitterly: "I also tried to force this gate open back then..."

Daoist Xuan Ling asked in confusion: "Oh? And then?"

Dao Monarch Ziyuan moved some distance away from Daoist Xuan Ling: "And then I was attacked by the heavenly creation pagoda."

Daoist Xuan Ling's eyes widened, and he retreated quickly, but it was too late. Black metal chains shot out from both sides of the heavenly creation pagoda, instantly piercing his collarbones and dragging him toward the pagoda.

*Bang!*

He slammed heavily against the heavenly creation pagoda. The ice wall covering it shattered, and Daoist Xuan Ling spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was buffeted by Great Dao energy, and it felt as if his internal organs within his Mahayana Realm Physical Body were about to be crushed.

This kind of power was clearly beyond the Mahayana Realm!

He looked at Dao Monarch Ziyuan again, only to see him smiling with a face full of mockery.

Daoist Xuan Ling didn't want to argue anymore and asked blankly: "Senior Brother, what exactly is going on? Why is this happening?"

Dao Monarch Ziyuan's remnant soul flickered as he said coldly: "You've been locked down. When I came here years ago, six Mahayana Realm experts were bound to it. They had stepped foot here one after another and were then trapped for life. They have likely perished by now."

Daoist Xuan Ling's eyes flickered: "So, you deceived me! You did it on purpose! You want me to die here!"

Dao Monarch Ziyuan indeed had such intentions, but he hadn't expected Gu Shengge to arrive here first.

His eyes flickered as he searched for a possibility to enter the heavenly creation pagoda. On the hard, smooth ice surface, dao patterns faintly circulated, leaving no trace to follow.

Inside the heavenly creation pagoda, Gu Shengge's expression was grave. He had thought he was about to be a turtle in a jar, but unexpectedly, the pagoda had closed on its own, shutting Dao Monarch Ziyuan and Daoist Xuan Ling outside.

Moreover, Daoist Xuan Ling seemed to have been captured by the heavenly creation pagoda and bound outside.

Gu Shengge's expression changed as he looked at the oil lamps within the heavenly creation pagoda. The Mahayana Realm Divine Souls burning as wicks in those lamps... could it be that this was the origin of those Mahayana Cultivator wicks?

The one who killed them was actually this silent heavenly creation pagoda!

Gu Shengge felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat poured down. Looking at it this way, the heavenly creation pagoda seemed to have its own consciousness. If so, it must have its own selfish motives.

By barging in so recklessly, he had indeed become a turtle in a jar, falling into the trap of the heavenly creation pagoda.

With a grave expression, he scanned his surroundings. With his Double Pupils, he looked through the ceiling of the first floor and saw the second, third, and fourth floors... upward, they were all filled with lit oil lamps. They were densely packed, with dim yellow flames flickering and the Divine Souls being tormented day and night wailing within.

"What kind of existence are you? What are your intentions?" Gu Shengge couldn't detect anything and asked directly. The inside of the pagoda was silent; aside from the occasional flickering light, there wasn't a sound, like a land of the dead.

Helpless, Gu Shengge could only search within the pagoda, hoping to find some clues. Approaching a wall, he raised his hand, gathering his cultivation in his palm to clear away the thick dust, only then discovering that there seemed to be some inscriptions on it.

He didn't recognize the script, but he could meditate on and perceive it, and eventually, he would be able to grasp its meaning.

Gu Shengge quickly cleared the dust from the wall, and the illustrations and text were revealed. He couldn't understand the text yet, so he looked at the pictures.

There weren't many pictures; they depicted a figure holding a pagoda. Divine rings adorned his back, and his body was surrounded by patterns formed from Great Dao Divine Runes, resembling auspicious clouds.

At his feet were powerful beings of all spirits prostrating on the ground. They had dao patterns engraved on their bodies and were clearly not Mortals.

Gu Shengge continued cleaning. Further on, there were only more of these prostrating powerful Cultivators, nothing else. It looked like a ritual of worship. It was difficult to understand just by looking at the murals.

Gu Shengge meditated on those ancient characters, and the Concept contained within gradually surfaced in his mind. It was a battlefield of blood and fire, with the sounds of slaughter shaking the heavens. Countless Major Thousand Worlds were ignited before his eyes, the slaughter echoing through the Universe and starry sky. From time to time, massive stars collapsed in the distance, erupting with dazzling divine light.

Those were worlds being completely detonated, exuding an endless aura of death and bloodiness. (End of Chapter)