656: Chapter 656 Senichi (21)

The news that the Dragon Burial Forbidden Ground was about to open spread across the entire Dongming Star Domain overnight.

Those Immortal Sects, Immortal Clans, and Ancient Sects that were usually high and mighty and rarely showed themselves to the world all began to take action.

From one long-sealed Ancestral Land after another, immortal light soared into the sky.

Some older generation powerhouses who had been in seclusion for a long time opened their eyes from deep underground.

The Dongming Star Domain was nominally under the jurisdiction of an Immortal King.

But that Immortal King was originally a Loose Cultivator who was obsessed with cultivation and had been missing for many years; the so-called jurisdiction was more like a title that no one paid attention to.

What truly controlled this vast immortal land was the delicate balance formed after the various top forces kept each other in check.

Now, this balance had been completely shattered by the four words "Dragon Burial Forbidden Ground."

Two ironclad rules had already spread throughout the Star Domain.

First, to enter the Forbidden Ground, one must hold a Dragon Burial Secret Order.

Second, only Cultivators below the Spirit Immortal realm are allowed to enter.

This meant that this was not a contest between powerhouses at the level of Immortal Lords and Heavenly Immortals.

Instead, it was a bloody struggle staged in advance by a group of people standing at the pinnacle of the True Immortal realm from various forces for the future of their respective Sects and races.

For a time, the situation in the Star Domain suddenly became tense.

Some ancient Immortal Sects urgently recalled their Core Disciples who were traveling outside, and some long-lived Immortal Clans sealed their Ancestral Lands to screen for descendants with the purest Bloodline using secret techniques.

There were even Ancient Sects with long-standing legacies that dug out dusty ancestral scrolls, trying to find clues about the Forbidden Ground between the lines.

The atmosphere of the entire Dongming Star Domain became increasingly tense.

Yaochi Immortal Sect.

When the Yaochi Immortal Lord returned from the Secret Order distribution meeting, the atmosphere in the highest council hall of the Sect was not relaxed.

"The number is too small."

A Peak Master looked at the few Secret Orders the Immortal Lord had brought back, his brows furrowed tightly.

The Yaochi Immortal Lord looked calm and only said indifferently, "All parties are fighting for them; it is not easy to have obtained these."

Although the Yaochi Immortal Sect had a deep foundation, it was far from being able to dominate the Star Domain alone.

The powerhouses of the Loose Cultivator lineage, the ancient existences of various Immortal Clans, and those Ancient Sects that never showed their true colors all displayed a tough stance in this distribution of Secret Orders.

Soon, the news spread from the top down.

The Secret Orders were limited, and the quotas for entering the Forbidden Ground were naturally very limited.

After this news spread, the entire Yaochi Immortal Sect, especially the Disciples at the True Immortal level, immediately began to discuss it heatedly.

On every peak, Spiritual Qi surged, Disciples in seclusion came out early, and the arenas for duels were busy day and night.

Some boasted that they were determined to get a quota this time.

Others secretly formed alliances and cultivated relationships, trying to win an extra chance for themselves.

There were still thousands of years before the Forbidden Ground would truly open.

But for those on the immortal path, this amount of time was not long at all; instead, it felt more urgent due to the significance of the Opportunity in the Forbidden Ground.

A high-level Elder asserted, "In this generation, if anyone can walk out of the Dragon Burial Forbidden Ground alive, they will have a chance to become an Immortal Lord in the future, and it might even rewrite the landscape of our Yaochi in the Dongming Star Domain."

While the entire Yaochi Immortal Sect was paying attention to this matter, on the 1008th Peak, the forgotten Zangdao Peak.

Qin Yun's first reaction after hearing this news was the exact opposite of everyone else's.

Forbidden Ground? Opportunity? He had no interest at all.

He just wanted to run.

To get rid of that mad old man, leave this place, the Yaochi Immortal Sect, which was not a good place to stay for long, and find a place where no one could find him to safely and steadily repair his Dao Fruit.

But he couldn't run away.

That Old Madman seemed crazy all day, sometimes chasing falling leaves, sometimes talking to stones, but whenever Qin Yun had the thought of leaving Zangdao Peak, that pair of turbid eyes would always look over intentionally or unintentionally.

After several failed attempts, Qin Yun had no choice but to resign himself to his fate for the time being.

In desperation, he could only calm his heart again and put all his energy into cultivation.

Since he couldn't leave for now, he would dig as deep as he could into what he could get right in front of him.

He sat cross-legged in that dilapidated Immortal Cave and began to fully deduce the complete Cultivation Technique that had been completed in his Sea of Consciousness after the azure pagoda recovered.

Qin Yun gave this Cultivation Technique a name.

"azure pagoda Record."

As the deduction deepened, Qin Yun gradually discovered that this "azure pagoda Record" was more profound than he had imagined.

It was not like a simple cultivation method, but more like a key.

A key that could open some kind of ancient Seal and touch a deeper layer of existence.

He could feel that this Cultivation Technique was leading him, little by little, closer to the true core hidden within this Zangdao Peak.

Time flowed, and thousands of years passed in a flash.

Zangdao Peak remained dead silent, but the winds outside the Star Domain became increasingly tense.

In a crevice of a remote Star Domain in the Dongming Star Domain.

A dilapidated ancient boat was carefully traveling through a meteorite belt.

On the boat stood a dozen figures; the leader was a middle-aged man with a steady aura, and the clansmen behind him all had tense expressions and vigilant eyes.

They were the Huangling Clan, an ancient Immortal Clan that had long since declined.

In the current Dongming Star Domain, the Huangling Clan had long lost the qualifications to stand on equal footing with major Sects like the Yaochi Immortal Sect and could only survive in the crevices.

But they knew a secret about the Dragon Burial Forbidden Ground.

Inside, there was the key to their Huangling Clan's turnaround, related to the continuation of their Bloodline and the revival of their ancestral artifacts.

Therefore, they had to go in.

This was not a question of whether or not to compete, but that if they missed this time, the Huangling Clan might really have no future.

The middle-aged man carefully took an object out of his bosom.

It was a token, cast entirely from an unknown ancient bronze, but only half remained, with the broken edge as smooth as a mirror.

This half of the Secret Order was exchanged from an ancient ruin after they had exhausted the last of the clan's foundation.

Just as the ancient boat was about to sail out of the meteorite belt, a sudden change occurred.

The Void Realm ahead was cut off by a terrifying force without any warning.

A man dressed in black robes appeared silently in front of them.

Heavenly Immortal.

That pressure made the entire ancient boat emit a groan of being unable to bear the load.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly.

He did not know if the other party had come for the Secret Order or for that secret.

But he knew that if they faced him head-on, they would have no chance of survival.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and stuffed that half of the token into the arms of a young girl behind him.

"Lingchan, go!"

"Take it, no matter what, you must return to the clan's territory!"

The young girl was Lingchan, and as she looked at her father's firm gaze, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Father!"

"Go!"

The middle-aged man roared, and together with the other clansmen, he urged their Bloodline Power, turning it into a blood-colored screen of light, blocking the path in front of the man in black robes.

"People can die, but the Secret Order cannot be lost!"

"Remember, you are the Huangling Clan's... last hope!"

Lingchan was wrapped in a gentle force, and along with a small part of the boat, she was forcibly sent into the spatial turbulence behind.

The last image she saw was the blood-colored light that her father and clansmen turned into after burning their lives.

Zangdao Peak.

Qin Yun did not know anything that had happened outside.

After thousands of years of deduction, he finally comprehended the "azure pagoda Record" to a new level.

At this moment, the Cultivation Technique was no longer just a Cultivation Technique.

Hum.

The azure pagoda in his body trembled slightly, creating a certain strong resonance with the depths of the earth veins of the entire Zangdao Peak.

A place of Legacy that had always been hidden and sealed was forcibly "opened" by him using this Cultivation Technique.

Following the sensation, Qin Yun came to the empty, dilapidated platform in the belly of the mountain.

This time, when he pressed his hand on the stone platform again and circulated the "azure pagoda Record."

Boom!

The entire dilapidated platform cracked open with a bang, and an immortal light that had been sealed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years soared into the sky from deep underground.

The Legacy had appeared.

In that immortal light, two things were floating.

The first was an immortal secret technique, which turned into golden ancient characters that circled and danced.

Qin Yun only took one look and knew that this technique was called "Heavenly Dragon Suppressing the Realm," which was an extremely domineering method of suppression and breaking Seals.

The second was a token.

A token, bronze-colored and only half remaining.

Qin Yun reached out and caught it; the token felt cold to the touch, and the patterns, material, and even the shape of the broken edge all exuded an ancient and vicissitudinous aura.

Just at this moment, Qin Yun's heart stirred, and he noticed something unexpected.

That crazy old guy was gone.

He had guarded him for thousands of years, but at this moment, his aura had completely disappeared.

The Legacy was in hand, and the Old Madman was gone.

Qin Yun's first reaction was not ecstatic joy, nor was it to comprehend it immediately.

It was to run!

He had had enough of this place long ago.

Without any hesitation, he put away the secret technique and the token, turned around, and rushed out of Zangdao Peak.

But just as he was about to step out of the range of Zangdao Peak.

The half-piece of ancient bronze token in his arms, as if drawn by an ancient force from infinitely far away, suddenly burst out with intense light.

A terrifying, irresistible power of teleportation completely enveloped him.

"Not good!"

Before Qin Yun could react, he was swept into that light and disappeared on the spot.

Not long after Qin Yun disappeared.

A figure hurried back to Zangdao Peak; it was the missing Old Madman.

There was no longer any madness on his face at this moment, only rare anxiety and shock.

He was not anxious because Qin Yun was gone.

But because he sensed that the true Legacy of Zangdao Peak had been triggered.

He rushed to the cracked platform, looked at the empty ground, and stood there stunned.

He stared fixedly at the place where Qin Yun had disappeared, and in those turbid eyes, a kind of repressed, almost unbearable pain and unwillingness appeared.

He had guarded here, waited here, and endured the long years in a state of madness, all for this Legacy.

But in the end, the one who obtained it was not himself.

The Old Madman slowly knelt on the ground, buried his hands in his messy hair, and let out a low roar.

"Dragon... why..."

"Why... why wasn't it me!"