636: Chapter 626 Senichi (1)

Qin Yun had just steadied himself when the sound of something breaking through the air came from the distant mountain forest.

Soon, twelve figures landed on the edge of the deep pit.

These people wore animal skins and hemp garments with golden patterns. Their weapons were ancient, with thick blade backs, and the bowstrings shimmered with crimson-gold patterns.

The leader was a young man.

He had a tall build and carried a black stone long-blade on his shoulder.

He did not approach immediately, only raising a hand to stop those behind him.

"Don't go down."

"The person in the pit isn't dead."

Qin Yun looked up at him.

Several people behind the young man simultaneously tightened their bowstrings. Arrows were aimed at the bottom of the pit.

Crimson-gold talismans flickered on the arrowheads, and their aura was not weak—at least at the Saint Realm level.

One of the youths leaned over to look and muttered quietly.

"He fell from the sky and didn't shatter."

"This person's skin is quite thick."

An old man beside him glared at him, and the youth immediately shut his mouth.

Qin Yun brushed the dirt off his sleeves and walked out from the bottom of the pit.

As soon as he took a step, the life-runes on the twelve people lit up simultaneously.

Crimson-gold patterns spread from their wrists up to their necks, like some kind of innate brand.

Qin Yun paused. He did not look at their faces, but rather at those patterns.

This was not an ordinary Bloodline. It was also not a normal cultivation brand. It was like a mark branded onto them by this world.

The lead young man gripped his black stone blade tightly.

"Outsider, you are not allowed to move forward."

Qin Yun looked at him.

"What is this place called?"

The young man did not answer. However, the old man stepped forward, staring at the shattered soil beneath Qin Yun's feet.

"You fell from the Crimson Firmament, yet you don't know where this is?"

Qin Yun said calmly, "I was here when I woke up."

The youth couldn't help but interject again.

"You were here when you woke up? Do you take us for three-year-olds?"

"The Sacrificial Mountain storm can grind even a bird into meat paste, yet you, on the other hand, don't even have a few tears in your clothes."

Qin Yun said, "I have good luck." The youth was choked for words.

The young man's gaze grew heavier.

"Ah Ye, shut up." The youth curled his lip and retreated behind the old man.

Qin Yun noticed that there was a young girl in the group being supported by someone. Her face was pale, and there was a crimson-gold scorch mark on her arm.

The scorch mark was still spreading toward her shoulder. For every inch it spread, the life-runes on her body dimmed by a fraction.

The old man had been trying to suppress the injury, but the crimson-gold scorch mark simply could not be contained.

Qin Yun took a look.

"If you drag this out any longer, she won't be able to keep her arm."

The twelve people looked at him simultaneously. The young man leveled his blade horizontally.

"Did you do something?"

Qin Yun said indifferently, "If I had truly done something, she would already be dead."

The atmosphere tightened instantly. The youth, Ah Ye, flushed red, wanting to curse, but was held back by the old man's hand on his shoulder.

The old man stared at Qin Yun.

"You can tell where her injury is?"

Qin Yun took two steps closer. The young man did not yield. Qin Yun was not in a hurry.

"It is not an injury to the flesh."

"It is the residual marks of the Sacrificial Mountain's rules that have burrowed into her life-runes."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the indigenous people's expressions changed. The old man's hand trembled.

He finally said in a low voice, "Let him take a look." The young man frowned.

"Elder Sang."

The old man's voice was heavy.

"Ah Wu cannot hold on much longer."

The young man was silent for a moment, then finally stepped aside half a step.

Qin Yun walked up to the young girl and raised his hand to touch the area beside the crimson-gold scorch mark.

The Red Dust Immortal power at his fingertips was suppressed to an extremely low level. To outsiders, it only looked like a faint layer of white light.

But in Qin Yun's perception, that crimson-gold residual mark was like a fine thorn, deeply embedded in the depths of the girl's life-runes.

The azure pagoda trembled slightly in his palm. Qin Yun's gaze flickered.

This crimson-gold rule was of a very high level. It was like the residual order left behind by some powerful expert.

He did not use the azure pagoda. He only used his Dao laws to dismantle the fine thorn little by little, then used life laws to protect the girl's life-runes.

A moment later, the crimson-gold scorch mark stopped spreading.

The girl let out a muffled groan; the charred black flesh on her arm cracked open, seeping out a few drops of dark red blood.

The old man immediately stepped forward to check.

"It has receded."

"The sacrificial mark has receded."

Ah Ye's eyes widened.

"It really receded?"

The girl caught her breath and said in a low voice, "Grandpa Sang, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The young man looked at Qin Yun, and his hand gripping the blade loosened slightly.

"You saved Ah Wu."

Qin Yun withdrew his hand.

"It was just a casual effort."

Ah Ye muttered quietly.

"To be able to suppress a sacrificial mark just by a casual effort, this guy must have some real strength."

The old man performed a strange ritual to Qin Yun.

"I am Sang He, the sacrificial elder of the Crimson Mountain Tribe."

"This place is not suitable for a long stay."

"If you are willing, you can come with us back to the tribe to rest for a while."

The young man frowned.

"Elder Sang." Sang He glanced at him but said nothing.

Qin Yun did not refuse. He needed to figure out this world.

Along the way, Qin Yun did not ask much. However, Ah Ye could not hold back.

"How exactly did you suppress the sacrificial mark just now?" The young man said coldly, "Ah Ye."

Ah Ye shrank his neck.

"I won't ask anymore."

Qin Yun looked at the mountain forests on both sides. The trees here were extremely tall. There were also faint crimson-gold patterns on the bark.

After the plants and trees absorbed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, they did not dissipate it outward, but instead flowed toward a certain direction in the center.

Everything in this world was supporting the same core.

Qin Yun looked up into the distance. At the end of the mountain forest, nine giant mountains stood side by side.

The nine mountains surrounded the center, and the mountain terrain looked like a lock. Deeper inside, there was a faint crimson-gold radiance pressing down under the clouds. It was just impossible to see the source clearly.

Sang He noticed Qin Yun looking in that direction, and his expression changed slightly.

"Do not look at the Sacrificial Mountain for too long."

Qin Yun withdrew his gaze.

"Sacrificial Mountain?" Sang He nodded.

"That is the Forbidden Ground mentioned in the ancestral teachings."

"It is also the source of the life-runes of this realm."

Ah Ye chimed in from the side.

"The elders in the tribe say that a Superior Being lives on the Sacrificial Mountain."

"The Superior Being sleeps in a Heavenly Palace."

"Whoever wakes him up will have terrible luck."

The young man glared at him.

"If you talk nonsense again, you will be punished when we go back." Ah Ye immediately shut his mouth.

But Qin Yun noted it down. Superior Being. Heavenly Palace. Source of life-runes.

The indigenous tribe was not far. Half an hour later, the group crossed a stone slope, and a village built on the mountainside appeared ahead.

The village wall was made of black stones. Each black stone was carved with crimson-gold lines.

Outside the village gate, there were two guards. One of them had a heavy aura and was actually at the Quasi-Emperor level.

When they saw Qin Yun, their expressions sank simultaneously. It was not fear; it was wariness.

Qin Yun swept his gaze over the entire Crimson Mountain Tribe. The tribe was not big, but there were many powerful experts within it.

There were at least three auras at the Heavenly Emperor level. In the deepest part, there was another hidden, unreleased aura—a Pseudo-Immortal.

This confirmed one thing for Qin Yun. The indigenous people here were not weak. They were not ordinary mountain folk.

As soon as they entered the village, many people gathered around. Children hid behind the adults to watch him. Some were surprised and suspicious. Some were vigilant.

Others saw that the injury on Ah Wu's arm had receded, and expressions of joy appeared on their faces.

The young man said in a low voice, "Don't crowd." The crowd quickly dispersed.

Qin Yun saw a stone wall standing in the center of the village. A figure sitting in meditation was carved on the stone wall.

The figure was very blurry. There were no facial features. Only an outline.

Above that figure, a mass of crimson-gold light was carved. The light mass was not large, but it was worshipped by all the lines.

Qin Yun stared at that mass of light. The azure pagoda in his palm trembled again. It was more obvious than before.

He suppressed the azure pagoda. He did not let any strange phenomena leak out.

Sang He followed his gaze.

"That is the Ancestral Wall."

"What is carved on it is the initial Superior Being."

Qin Yun said, "What about that mass of light?" Sang He was silent for a moment.

"Ancestral teachings do not allow us to speak of it directly."

"It only says that as long as it exists, the sky remains."

"If it is extinguished, all life-runes will break."

Qin Yun already had a judgment in his heart. This world was not a complete world. Its vitality, Spiritual Qi, and life-runes were all maintained by that thing in the center.

The so-called Sacrificial Mountain was the core of the Daoist field. The Superior Being on the Ancestral Wall was very likely a true Immortal. And that mass of light was the supreme treasure left behind by an Immortal.

Just at this moment. Boom. A muffled sound suddenly came from the direction of the nine mountains in the distance.

The ground of the village shook along with it. The life-runes on all the Crimson Mountain tribe members lit up simultaneously.

Crimson-gold light emerged from beneath their skin. Some children cried out in pain. Some elders immediately knelt toward the direction of the Sacrificial Mountain.

"The Sacrificial Mountain has moved."

"Why would the Sacrificial Mountain move at this time?"

Qin Yun stood in place, looking down at his palm. The azure pagoda was trembling. The nine laws also had subtle fluctuations.

This anomaly might have something to do with him. Or rather, it was that some kind of resonance had occurred between the azure pagoda and the central supreme treasure.

Crimson-gold light rippled out in layers from the direction of the nine mountains. The Ancestral Wall in the center of the village made a light sound. The mass of light on the stone wall actually brightened briefly.

The azure pagoda in Qin Yun's palm was almost about to fly out on its own. He forcibly suppressed it. He could not expose the azure pagoda in front of these people.

Qin Yun raised his hand and pressed it onto the black stone beside the Ancestral Wall. To others, they only thought he was examining the stone patterns.

In reality, his Dao laws had already silently seeped into the stone wall. The next moment, a fragmented scene appeared before Qin Yun's eyes.

A hand sliced open the Void Realm. Nine giant mountains descended. A crimson-gold sky curtain formed. A palace was suppressed in the center.

Above the palace, a ray of light hung. That blurry figure sat under the light. The scene was extremely short. It quickly dissipated.

Qin Yun withdrew his hand. He finally confirmed it. This was not the Immortal Realm. It was not a fragment of the Immortal Realm. Nor was it an edge section leading to the Immortal Realm.

This was a Daoist field. A Daoist field once left behind by a true Immortal.