46: Chapter 46 The Powerful Awaken, Mysterious Forbidden Land

The blood rain continued to fall.

It was the heavens weeping.

The entire Eastern Wasteland continent was shrouded in sorrow.

From the immortal Imperial Dynasties to the supreme Holy Lands.

From bustling Mortal cities to the desolate mountains and treacherous waters where demons and monsters lurked.

Not a single corner could escape.

The raindrops splashed like blood, striking the hearts of countless powerful figures across the Eastern Wasteland.

A Saint.

That was the pinnacle of existence in this world.

Since the Dark Turmoil that shattered the continent a hundred thousand years ago, the fall of a Saint had never happened again.

But today, the heavens wept.

A living Saint had died.

Body destroyed, Dao dissipated, completely erased from the world.

Who did it?

Where did they die?

These two questions plagued all the top powers of the Eastern Wasteland.

The Yuhua Dynasty.

One of the top factions in the Eastern Wasteland.

Its territory spanned hundreds of millions of miles, with countless powerful figures under its rule.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the Imperial Dynasty.

Within the Star Observation Hall, used for observing celestial phenomena and divining the nation's destiny, there was complete silence.

The Emperor of Yuhua, dressed in a nine-dragon imperial robe, stood with a solemn expression before a massive bronze compass.

The Celestial Compass.

One of the Yuhua Dynasty's national treasures.

Legend had it that when pushed to its limit, it could glimpse a corner of the future and perceive the past.

Around the compass, over a dozen powerful Old Ancestors were pouring their magic power into it.

"Hum, hum, hum."

The Celestial Compass emitted a harsh roar, and the star trajectories upon it spun rapidly.

It attempted to lock onto the truth of the Saint's fall within the chaotic celestial phenomena.

But in the center of the compass, the area representing the place of death was filled with Chaos.

No matter how much they increased their magic power, it remained an impenetrable fog.

"Your Majesty! It's no use! The celestial phenomena have been completely disrupted by an overbearing power! If we continue to force the divination, the Celestial Compass will be damaged!"

An Old Ancestor turned pale and exclaimed in shock.

"Useless!"

The Emperor of Yuhua rebuked angrily, yet he was also deeply terrified.

Just as his voice fell.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound.

It was exceptionally jarring in the silent Star Observation Hall.

A tiny crack had actually appeared on the ancient surface of the Celestial Compass!

The royal Old Ancestors in the hall were all horrified.

The Emperor of Yuhua took two steps back, staring intently at the crack.

Just by taking a look, a national Divine Artifact cracked?

What kind of monster was hidden in that place?

Yaochi Holy Land.

Suspended above the sea of clouds.

The master of the Holy Land, the Yaochi Holy Master, stood by the Yaochi pool, watching the blood rain in the sky with a furrowed brow.

She could feel the dead silence and unwillingness mixed within that sorrow.

She raised her hand.

An ancient bronze mirror appeared in her palm.

The Kunlun Mirror.

A supreme treasure of the Yaochi Holy Land.

She had yet to activate the precious mirror.

An ancient voice resonated directly in her mind.

"Child, do not pry."

The Yaochi Holy Master stopped her movements and bowed respectfully towards the ancestral grounds in the deepest part of the Holy Land.

"Welcome, First Ancestor!"

The owner of the voice was the First Ancestor of the Yaochi Holy Land, who was rumored to have long since passed away.

An Old Ancestor who had survived for a long, long time.

She had only seen the name in ancient texts; she never expected the First Ancestor to still be alive.

"That land is shrouded in supreme Karma and harbors immense danger, beyond what we can fathom."

The First Ancestor's voice carried a hint of weariness.

"A Saint has bled, and a great era is about to begin, but this muddy water is not something my Yaochi can wade into. Pass down the order: Seal the mountain for three thousand years and observe the changes quietly."

After the voice finished speaking, the ancient aura vanished.

The Yaochi Holy Master was momentarily dazed.

After a long while, she regained her senses and looked towards the East with awe.

If even the Old Ancestor said it was muddy water they couldn't wade into, what kind of terrifying ocean must it be?

Similar scenes unfolded one after another among the top powers of the Eastern Wasteland, such as the Taichu Divine Sect, the Desolate Ancient Ji Family, and the Myriad Demon Divine Palace.

Either their Sect's supreme treasures were damaged.

Or their Old Ancestors in closed-door cultivation were forced to emerge.

Or the Grand Elders who divined celestial phenomena were immediately subjected to backlash, their Divine Souls injured.

The answers they received were surprisingly consistent.

The East, the direction of that emerging Dynasty, had become Chaos in terms of celestial phenomena.

Cannot be pried into.

Cannot be fathomed.

Cannot be touched.

Furthermore, an old Devil Head who had survived since ancient times and was hiding beneath the Demon Abyss felt greed when the Saint-fall phenomenon appeared. He split off a wisp of Divine Thought that traveled across hundreds of millions of miles of the Void Realm, attempting to investigate.

His Divine Thought crossed space and headed straight for the Great Xia Divine Dynasty.

But as soon as his Divine Thought touched the invisible barrier of national destiny at the Great Xia border.

"Roar!"

A Dragon roar resounded within the Devil Head's Divine Soul.

That wisp of Divine Thought was easily erased by a domineering golden Dragon Qi.

Deep within the Demon Abyss, hundreds of millions of miles away.

"Pfft!"

A blood-colored stone coffin that had been sealed for a hundred thousand years exploded.

A withered figure tumbled out, coughing up a mouthful of demonic blood.

"Human Emperor Dragon Qi?! No! It's several times more terrifying than Human Emperor Dragon Qi! There is even an implication of Chaos within that Dragon Qi!"

"Insane! When did such a hellish place appear in the Eastern Wasteland!"

The Devil Head dared not covet it any longer; he scrambled back into a backup stone coffin, hurriedly reinforcing the Seal, wishing he could slumber for another two hundred thousand years.

Gradually.

A consensus spread among all the top powerful figures of the Eastern Wasteland continent.

That Eastern Dynasty, which caused a Saint to fall and celestial phenomena to become chaotic, was an existence that absolutely must not be provoked.

They gave that land a brand new name.

The Mysterious Forbidden Ground.

Highest-level orders from the immortal Imperial Dynasties and supreme Holy Lands were quickly disseminated to all their members.

"Effective immediately, citizens of my Yuhua Dynasty are forbidden from stepping even half a step into the territory of the newly emerged Dynasty on the Eastern Wasteland border! Violators will have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the Imperial Dynasty!"

"Notify all Disciples of our Sect traveling abroad: the East has become a Forbidden Ground. Take a detour; those who approach will bear the consequences themselves!"

"Investigate! All powers surrounding the Great Xia Divine Dynasty that are hostile to it are to be placed on our Sect's blacklist! Before we figure out the situation in that Forbidden Ground, if anyone dares to court disaster, I will definitely not show mercy!"

Some old monsters who had originally planned to fish in troubled waters immediately abandoned the idea, each retracting their heads.

Just kidding.

A place that could make a Saint evaporate without a sound—whoever went there would die.

A storm that swept through the Eastern Wasteland thus subsided in such a bizarre way.

Yet, the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, which had stirred up this storm, was calm and tranquil at this moment.

In the imperial palace's back garden.

Li Xuan lay on a rocking chair, drinking spirit tea freshly brewed by a palace maid.

Three-year-old Li Changsheng was using the palm-sized, greyish ziyang divine tower to smash walnuts with a bang, bang, bang.

Two-year-old Li Qingyue was sitting by the pond, waving her little hand, and the water in the pond gathered into a small Dragon, circling and dancing around her.

Li Xuan opened his eyes and looked towards the Void Realm.

He could see that on the Great Xia border, countless Divine Thoughts that had once pried unscrupulously now only dared to hover outside the border, not daring to get any closer.

Li Xuan was quite satisfied with this.

Killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

No, this time he had killed a Saint to warn the monkeys.

This peace brought about by fear was exactly what he needed most at the moment.

"It seems I can peacefully sign in and raise the kids for a while longer."

After speaking, he closed his eyes again.