605: Chapter 605

After that hand retracted back into the Heavenly Abyss, the world became terrifyingly quiet.

Qin Yun stared at the abyss, his eyes darkening bit by bit.

That hand.

It was too similar to the aura on the Son of the Heavenly Emperor from the Central Heavenly Court back then.

Qin Yun quickly reached a conclusion in his heart.

It was not a lingering phenomenon.

It was the trace of the Abyss Lord.

Since the traces of the Abyss Lord could reach here, just how many bizarre entities were lurking in the deepest part of the Heavenly Abyss?

And also.

Had that Emperor awakened or not?

Gu Zhan stood to the side, staring into that darkness.

"There are more things inside than we previously guessed."

He exhaled, his voice heavy.

"This place does not look like the entrance to the Immortal Path."

"It is more like a tomb."

"A tomb that has buried too many things and has not been cleaned up yet."

Yet even so.

No one retreated.

After the giant hand vanished, the edge of the Heavenly Abyss was chaotic for only a moment.

Soon, people began to crowd forward again.

First, it was some bold Cultivators of the Saint Realm.

Later, even Heavenly Emperors began to move forward.

Some people's faces turned pale, clearly having developed the intention to retreat.

But more people's eyes turned even redder.

The more dangerous it was, the more it proved that the things here were real.

If the Immortal Path were fake, it would not scare off Heavenly Emperors, nor would it allow a giant hand of that level to reach out from the abyss.

An ancient Heavenly Emperor stared at the Heavenly Abyss, his voice trembling.

"Even if it is just a remnant of power, it is already close to that of a Pseudo-Immortal."

"If such a place cannot hide the Immortal Path, then there is no true Immortal Path left in the Nine Great Heavenly Continents."

Once these words were spoken, the hesitation on many people's faces dissipated instead.

Retreat?

Retreat from what?

They had already come this far.

To retreat now would mean they could stop thinking about the word 'Immortal' for this entire lifetime.

Soon, the true big shots stopped hiding.

Deep in the high heavens, one ancient aura after another began to emerge.

The old monsters who had been hiding in the shadows all revealed themselves.

Every time a figure appeared, the surrounding Law would sink along with it.

It was far beyond ordinary Heavenly Emperors.

Pseudo-Immortals.

One.

Two.

Three.

Soon, there were more than a handful.

These were the people who truly could not sit still.

To the young Prodigy, the Immortal Path was the future.

To them, the Immortal Path was life.

It might be the last chance in their lives to touch the Immortal realm.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The crowd, which had been somewhat chaotic, cleared a path on its own.

Even those Heavenly Emperors did not dare to stand in front.

A few Pseudo-Immortals exchanged glances, their eyes filled with wariness.

At a time like this, no one trusted anyone.

But everyone understood that the biggest trouble right now was not their peers.

It was that unknown in the depths of the Heavenly Abyss.

A moment later, an old man wearing an ancient black robe walked out.

His hair was snow-white, his expression cold and hard, and his eyes were calm and waveless.

But as soon as he appeared, the surrounding Pseudo-Immortal aura faintly centered around him.

Someone whispered, recognizing his identity.

"The ancestor of the Ji Family, Ji Wuchen."

"He is actually still alive."

Ji Wuchen did not pay attention to those voices.

He only looked at the Heavenly Abyss.

"Open the path first."

"Once we enter the path, we will rely on our own abilities."

The group of Pseudo-Immortals did not object.

Soon, the first group of people began to descend into the abyss.

Stepping on those not-yet-stable Void Realm faults, they pressed deeper step by step.

At first, it went smoothly.

But after descending less than a thousand zhang, things started to go wrong ahead.

The stone walls on both sides were like living things, slowly squirming.

Some black humanoid shapes stuck to the abyss walls began to peel off one by one.

They had no facial features.

Nor did they have complete forms.

They were just pitch-black human shells that grew against the stone walls, and as soon as they sensed the aura of living beings, they would swarm down in droves.

These things were not strong.

But they had the advantage of numbers.

Kill one batch, and there would be another behind it.

A Saint Realm Cultivator had just slashed and shattered two black shells in front of him, when four or five more swarmed onto his back.

For a time, screams erupted everywhere.

The Pseudo-Immortals finally took action.

Their Divine Ability pressed down, and large swaths of black shells exploded.

But after they exploded, more kept emerging from the deeper parts of the abyss.

They could not be killed off entirely.

The three of Qin Yun did not rush to the front.

They mingled in the back of the crowd, observing as they descended.

Gu Zhan whispered: "These are not complete bizarre entities."

"They are more like molted shells."

Chen Yang sneered.

"With so many shells, that group of things inside really treats this place as their nest."

The speed of advancement slowed down immediately.

With every step forward, people were dying.

Blood flowed down the stone walls of the abyss.

Not long after, the environment itself began to kill.

In the abyss fissures, strands of chain-like black mist suddenly reached out.

Someone, caught off guard, had their wrist entangled.

In just an instant, the entire arm withered.

Immediately following, the flesh, Dao bones, and Dao aura were all drained away bit by bit by that black mist.

A Heavenly Emperor took action to sever the black mist.

But the severed section quickly grew back on its own.

Moving further ahead, inverted ancient corpses began to appear.

Some had their heads facing downward.

Some had half their bodies hanging in the stone crevices.

There were also some headless statues and torn shadows of palaces stuck in the middle of the abyss, as if a group of people had died here many, many years ago.

Everyone felt increasingly oppressed.

What truly made one's scalp tingle was that the second type of thing finally appeared.

Faceless ancient corpses.

There were not many of them.

But each one carried a tattered Imperial Might.

They crawled up step by step from the bottom of the abyss, their movements stiff, and their speed not fast.

But as long as one stood in front, the entire path would be blocked.

Ordinary powerhouses simply could not move them.

Even when some Great Emperors exerted their full strength, they could only push them back a few steps.

In the end, it was the Pseudo-Immortals who forcefully killed them.

But killing one meant sustaining some injuries themselves.

One Pseudo-Immortal had blood on his sleeve.

Another Pseudo-Immortal had his palm bones cracked.

Others' faces had already noticeably darkened.

If they continued to waste time like this, even if they truly saw the Immortal Path, they were afraid they would not have much strength left to fight for it.

But precisely because of this, everyone was even more convinced.

There must be a path ahead.

If there were no Immortal Path ahead, these layers of obstruction would be meaningless.

Everyone was gritting their teeth and pushing forward.

Dying all the way.

Shedding blood all the way.

Finally, after the last faceless ancient corpse was shattered by a palm strike from Ji Wuchen, the area ahead suddenly opened up.

It was not dark.

It was empty.

The end of the abyss seemed to have been cut by someone with a sword, creating a cross-section.

Space hung there.

A glowing ancient path lay silently across that cross-section.

It was really the Immortal Path.

The breathing of those who had just been fighting to the death turned chaotic.

Some burst into laughter.

Some had reddened eyes.

An old Heavenly Emperor even knelt down on the spot, repeatedly chanting one sentence.

"I have waited for it."

"I have finally waited for it."

The casualties from just now, the costs from just now, at this moment seemed to have all been worth it.

Gu Zhan looked at the path without speaking.

Chen Yang also fell silent for a moment.

But Qin Yun did not relax in the slightest.

He stared at that path, his brows slowly furrowing.

Something was wrong.

But exactly what was wrong, he could not pinpoint for the moment.

It was just that the chill in his heart was heavier than before.

Everyone quickly snapped out of their wild joy.

The path had appeared.

But no one dared to be the first to step forward.

There were still lingering Laws ahead.

And there was still undispersed, bizarre aura.

If another hand were to really rush out, whoever went first would die first.

Thus, everyone's gaze finally fell on Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen stepped forward.

He did not refuse.

Or rather, having reached this step, it was impossible for him to retreat anyway.

He was seen walking forward step by step.

Every step was against the final suppression of the entire Heavenly Abyss.

The closer he got to the ancient path, the heavier the Law pressing down on him became.

The sleeve of his left arm quickly tore open, and blood began to appear on his exposed arm.

But he did not stop.

Taking another step forward, a bizarre backlash from the depths of the abyss rushed up, heading straight for his glabella.

Ji Wuchen raised his hand and struck, forcefully shattering that backlash.

But the cost was not small.

Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But in the end, he had reached the side of the path.

At this moment, many people held their breath.

Ji Wuchen stood before the ancient path, silent for a moment, and slowly raised his hand.

His Pseudo-Immortal level power was pushed to the limit.

Ancient runes spread out from his palm, pressing toward the entrance of the ancient path.

The originally flickering road surface solidified rapidly at this moment.

The invisible blockade in front of the path entrance was also pried open by him bit by bit.

Click.

It was as if something had cracked.

Immediately after, a gap that could actually be entered was forcefully torn open by Ji Wuchen.

The path was open.

The entire scene was quiet at first.

Then, everyone completely lost control.

Even those Pseudo-Immortals who had previously managed to keep their composure were breathing heavily.

Ji Wuchen stood in front of the path, the cold hardness on his face finally unable to hold up.

It was not a small sense of triumph.

Nor was it ordinary joy.

It was the wild joy of finally seeing the end after enduring countless years.

He laughed lowly.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

In the end, even the entire abyss was echoing with it.

"This Seat has waited for so many years, and finally, I have waited for it."

He looked up, gazing at that path, his eyes full of burning intensity.

"The Immortal Gate is open."

"I, Ji Wuchen, shall ascend to the heavens and depart today."

After saying these words, he had even taken half a step forward.

The people behind were also completely unable to restrain themselves.

Some began to rush forward.

Some were already prepared to tear apart the fragile tacit agreement from just now.

A new round of fighting was about to erupt directly.

It was at this very moment.

A sudden change occurred.

On the opposite side of the ancient path that had just been pried open by Ji Wuchen, the Void Realm suddenly cracked.

An almost identical path slowly emerged.

Everyone froze.

One was on this side.

One was on the opposite side.

The two paths faced each other across the void.

Both emitted similar Immortal Dao aura.

Both hung silently above the cross-section.

For a moment, no one could distinguish which one was real.

Or rather.

Both looked real.

The wild joy on Ji Wuchen's face had not yet had time to fade away completely before it stiffened right there.

Those people behind who were just about to rush up also all stopped.

Someone mumbled.

"How can there be two paths..."

"This is impossible..."

"Am I seeing things?"

An old Heavenly Emperor raised his hand to rub his eyes, his hand trembling.

But looking again, it was still two.

Chen Yang stared at that scene, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Two paths?"

"Then what were we risking our lives for just now."

Gu Zhan did not respond.

He just stared ahead, his expression becoming increasingly grave.

Qin Yun finally understood where that feeling of something being wrong had come from earlier.

If the Immortal Path were the true path leading to a higher place, how could another one grow silently on the opposite side?

He looked at the two ancient paths facing each other across the void, and his heart sank bit by bit.

It was bad.

The real problem, I fear, was only just beginning.