441: Chapter 441 The Bronze Gate Opens

The Ling Family.

Although not a top-tier Sect like Holy Heaven Island, they were still a local powerhouse dominating their region, with an Old Ancestor at the Immortal Monarch Realm holding down the fort!

Many Cultivators looked in unison toward the Ling Family Warship, noticing the youth clad in golden armor on the deck, their faces showing shock.

"Why does this guy look a bit familiar... Could it be Ling Che, the Prodigy from the Ling Family who is said to appear only once in ten thousand years?"

"It is said that Ling Che has the potential of an Immortal Venerable. He showed his talent from a young age, and even when the Old Ancestor of the Qianyuan Sect personally visited to take him as a Personal Disciple, he was refused."

"I heard that twenty years ago, a mysterious person challenged him and defeated him with a single sword strike. Since then, Ling Che's Dao Heart collapsed, he became disheartened, and never appeared before the world again..."

"But I observe that Ling Che's aura is restrained yet profound, his spirit and energy as vibrant as a rainbow; he does not look like someone whose Dao Heart is damaged."

"The Ling Family is extremely far from here. I didn't expect them to come as well!"

"..."

Numerous Cultivators discussed among themselves.

Ji Taichang and the three women, including Pei Yuening, were hiding deep underground, observing secretly and hearing all the conversations of the crowd.

Ji Taichang's gaze turned toward Ling Che... specifically the blade tip in his hand!

When Ling Che appeared, the sword hilt in Ji Taichang's hand began to vibrate on its own, resonating strongly with that piece of the blade tip!

Ling Che was also suddenly startled, realizing the blade tip in his hand was vibrating violently, almost flying out of his grasp!

Ji Taichang immediately activated the power of his Double-Pupil Immortal Eyes. Wisps of sacred immortal light descended, shrouding the sword hilt and forcibly hiding it. Only then did the blade tip in Ling Che's hand gradually quiet down.

Ling Che frowned slightly and immediately led the Ling Family experts to rush toward the crack in the ground, soon arriving before the bronze gate.

He placed the blade tip into the groove. A section of the patterns on the bronze gate glowed, but it remained motionless, showing no signs of opening.

"It seems we need to gather the other fragments."

Ling Che turned his head to look at the surrounding Great Yao and Human Race Cultivators, saying in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, if anyone has any fragments, please bring them out. Let us work together to open this bronze gate, otherwise, no one will be able to obtain the Opportunity here!"

The many Great Yao and Human Race Cultivators looked at each other, but no one could produce any fragments.

Seeing this, Ling Che was not anxious. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood quietly before the bronze gate, waiting.

The blade tip in his hand had guided him here, and Ling Che had reason to believe that other fragment holders would definitely come here as well.

Several hours later.

A gust of sinister wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, causing the Great Yao and Human Race Cultivators present to shiver, feeling inexplicably apprehensive.

"Hehehe... This place is truly lively!"

A burst of strange laughter rang out from all directions, drifting and unfixed.

"Devil Heads of the Wind Demonic Sect, you rats hiding your heads and showing your tails, get out here!"

The Ling Family Patriarch let out a cold snort and flicked his large sleeve. Three Flying Swords shot out like lightning, precisely locking onto the Demonic Path Cultivators hiding in the dark and blocking their retreat.

On a boulder that had been empty just a moment ago, pitch-black Devilish Qi suddenly erupted, transforming into a white bone claw wreathed in sinister, malevolent energy. It slammed into the three Flying Swords, causing a clanging sound as it knocked them back.

Amidst the swirling Devilish Qi, the figures of over three hundred Wind Demonic Sect Cultivators appeared, all clad in black robes and wearing various masks, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Hiss... It's actually the Wind Demonic Sect!"

"Is that the crazy Demonic Sect known for being like mad dogs, where if they target you, they won't stop until you're dead?"

"That's the one! It's just that the people from the Crazy Demonic Sect changed their name to Wind Demonic Sect to sound better."

"Shh— Are you tired of living? Don't gossip about the Wind Demonic Sect. If they target you, you'll be in for a rough time!"

Many Cultivators whispered, their expressions changing slightly; their fear of the Wind Demonic Sect was even greater than that of the Ling Family!

Although the Ling Family was strong, they were still a Righteous Path family and would at least act openly and honestly.

But the Wind Demonic Sect was a genuine Demonic Path Sect, employing endless methods like assassination, poisoning, curses, and kidnapping friends and family for threats. They were wicked and extremely troublesome!

"The Ling Family... Heh, you are quite lucky to have climbed up to a good backer."

The leading Devil Head of the Wind Demonic Sect sneered and led the many Devil Heads toward the bronze gate with large strides.

Ling Che and the others frowned slightly, but they did not move to stop them.

The Wind Demonic Sect Devil Head took out a blade segment and placed it into the groove of the bronze gate. A section of the patterns on the surface of the bronze gate lit up, but it still did not open.

This made the Wind Demonic Sect members knit their brows.

As time passed bit by bit.

More and more Great Yao and Cultivators gathered here. Fragments from all over the world were also gathered here one by one, continuously being inserted into the groove.

When the sword body was complete, the sword hilt in Ji Taichang's hand uncontrollably shot out and submerged into the groove!

Boom—

The entire bronze gate shook violently, and the dense Immortal Dao patterns glowed, instantly merging into a line of ancient runes.

The Tomb of Immortal Venerable Fenyue!

The towering bronze gate opened slowly, revealing a realm of extreme darkness and void, emitting faint spatial fluctuations that connected to an unknown space-time.

"The Tomb of Immortal Venerable Fenyue... Who is Immortal Venerable Zixiao?"

"What the f*ck time do you think it is? Who cares who he is? Rush in and grab the Opportunity first!!"

"It's actually the legendary Tomb of an Immortal Venerable! Hahaha... I, Wang Erhu, am indeed a Son of Destiny, possessing great Luck! This Opportunity here is fated for me!"

"Immortal Venerable Fenyue is the ancestor of our Yao Race. You Human Race members, refrain from being presumptuous!"

"Where did this idiot come from? Get lost!"

"..."

The moment the bronze gate opened, this area instantly erupted into chaos. Cultivators from all sides showed excited and thrilled expressions, scrambling to rush forward!

Before even entering the bronze gate, a great battle and stampede had already broken out. Powerful surges of Yao power and Immortal power erupted and collided one after another, creating a thunderous roar. On the spot, many unlucky Yao Beasts and Human Race Cultivators were blasted into blood mist.

The strongest factions, such as the Ling Family and the Wind Demonic Sect, were the first to rush toward the bronze gate.

But a bizarre scene occurred.

All the younger generation Disciples rushed in, but the older generation Cultivators were bounced back as if they had hit an invisible wall, unable to enter the bronze gate.

"Damn it! The Immortal Venerable tomb actually has age and cultivation restrictions!"

"So what if I'm old? I'm not weaker than any young Prodigy just because of my age! This is discrimination! Let me in!"

"No... I am not reconciled!!"

"I want to go in! Let me in, ahhhhh—"

Many older generation Yao Beasts and Cultivators' eyes turned red, filled with shock and rage. Their bodies trembled as they let out hysterical roars!

Many Yao Beasts and Cultivators crashed into the bronze gate like madmen, trying to squeeze in.

All because this was an Immortal Venerable tomb!

Even just a tiny bit of Opportunity leaking from the Immortal Venerable's fingers would be enough to cause them to undergo a earth-shattering transformation. This was the peerless Opportunity they had dreamed of!

Now that the Opportunity had opened right before them, yet they couldn't enter, this feeling was even more unbearable than killing them!