661: Chapter 661 Senichi (26)

Only three days remained until the Ancient Dragon Burial Ground opened.

Qin Yun sat cross-legged in his Immortal Cave, letting the dao rhyme of the immortal technique "Heavenly Dragon Suppresses the World" circulate through his body again and again.

Outside the door, Ling Chan was talking to a few stones.

Ever since the Old Madman brought her back to this abandoned peak, she hadn't had a single peaceful day.

The Old Madman was sometimes lucid, sometimes mad. When lucid, he would stare at her; when mad, he would chase her all over the mountain, shouting, "Thief who stole the token!"

"Senior, I didn't steal it."

Ling Chan had defended herself countless times.

When Qin Yun walked out of the Immortal Cave, he happened to witness this scene.

Just then, the Old Madman suddenly stopped, lifted his head, and fixed his murky eyes directly on Qin Yun.

This time, there was no madness in his eyes.

Only a kind of solemnity that was difficult to resolve.

"Kid, come here."

Qin Yun paused, his heart instantly becoming alert.

He walked up to the Old Madman.

The Old Madman stood up and walked around him in a circle, as if examining a weapon about to be put to use.

"Once you enter the Ancient Dragon Burial Ground, you can ignore everything else."

His voice was very low and hoarse.

"But there is one thing you must do."

Qin Yun didn't respond, just listened quietly.

The Old Madman extended a withered finger and tapped the heavenly dragon token in Qin Yun's hand.

"Follow its sensing and go find something."

"Something?"

"A Dragon."

When the Old Madman said these three words, his voice was pressed very low, as if afraid of startling something.

Qin Yun's heart stirred.

Was it a living creature or some kind of remains?

"Once I find it, then what?"

Qin Yun asked.

The Old Madman didn't answer, just stared at him intently, saying word by word.

"Protect it."

"No matter what method you use, no matter what price you pay, you must protect it."

"Do not let anyone touch it, do not let anyone snatch it, and do not let it suffer even the slightest damage."

In his tone, there was an unquestionable command, and even a hint of pleading.

"Why?"

"There is no why."

The Old Madman shook his head, the clarity in his eyes fading rapidly.

As if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, he raised his hand and heavily patted Qin Yun on the shoulder.

"If you mess this up..."

He grinned, revealing a smile.

"I will never forgive you."

As his voice fell, the light in his eyes completely dissipated, and he turned back into that mad old man, turning around and running off after a butterfly.

Qin Yun stood in place; where he had been patted on the shoulder, a faint trace of immortal power seemed to seep in, only to disappear immediately.

He immediately performed an internal inspection, but could detect nothing.

On the day of departure, the one hundred and eight peaks of the Yaochi Immortal Sect were brilliant with immortal light.

The chosen Prodigies from each peak, led by Elders, gathered together at the white jade plaza in front of the Sect's main peak.

When Qin Yun brought Ling Chan out from the desolate Zangdao Peak, they immediately became the focus of the entire gathering.

"Is that the Peak Master of the 108th peak?"

"A useless person whose Dao Fruit is shattered, and he dares to stand there?"

"If it weren't for that Old Madman from Zangdao Peak protecting him, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to step onto this plaza."

The discussions weren't loud, but they were clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.

Just then, several Disciples from the First Immortal Peak walked straight over and blocked Qin Yun's path.

The leading youth was one of the most capable followers beside Senior Brother Duan Changfeng, named Zhao Qian.

"Peak Master Qin."

Zhao Qian spoke with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "I heard that the Peak Master has been in closed-door cultivation for a hundred years; I wonder if your cultivation has made any progress?"

The several Disciples behind him followed with jeers.

"Senior Brother Zhao is joking. Someone who doesn't even have an Immortal Body, and whose Dao Fruit is shattered, what progress can there be to speak of?"

"If he can manage to keep his True Immortal Realm from falling, that would be considered good luck."

"In my opinion, for this trip to the Ancient Dragon Burial Ground, Peak Master Qin should just follow behind everyone else and pick up some leftovers, so as not to lose his life."

These words were full of mockery.

Ling Chan was so angry her face turned pale; just as she was about to speak, Qin Yun raised his hand to stop her.

Qin Yun looked at Zhao Qian, his expression calm.

"Move aside."

The smile on Zhao Qian's face stiffened, then turned cold.

"What, can't take it when I call you a useless person twice?"

He stepped forward, the aura of his True Immortal Realm deliberately pressing toward Qin Yun.

"Today, I will make you understand that a useless person should have the self-awareness of a useless person."

As the words fell.

Qin Yun moved.

He made no unnecessary movements, just raised his eyes and took one look at Zhao Qian.

The next moment, an invisible and intangible, yet incomparably sharp Sword Intent was slashed out from his eyes.

Minor Immortal technique, Sever Self.

This sword strike was extremely fast, and it would even strike at the opponent's Dao Heart.

The mockery on Zhao Qian's face hadn't even fully spread before it suddenly stiffened.

He only felt as if his Divine Soul had been split down the middle by a cold blade, and all his pride, confidence, and even his faith in cultivation were shattered into pieces under this sword strike.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream erupted from his mouth.

Zhao Qian clutched his head and knelt straight down, his eyes losing focus, muttering to himself.

"My Dao... is shattered..."

The Disciples behind him were so frightened by this sudden scene that they retreated repeatedly, their eyes full of terror as they looked at Qin Yun.

The entire plaza went quiet.

Qin Yun withdrew his gaze, as if he had done a trivial thing, and walked calmly past the kneeling Zhao Qian.

This small disturbance quickly spread throughout the entire plaza.

No one dared to come forward to provoke him again.

Once everyone had assembled, led by the Yaochi Immortal Lord, they transformed into a stream of light that traversed the sky and flew toward the entrance of the Ancient Dragon Burial Ground.

That was a broken continent floating at the edge of the Immortal Domain.

At the entrance, Prodigies from various forces had already gathered.

There were Immortal Clan divine sons clad in ancient battle armor, successors of immortal Sects surrounded by immortal light, and peerless Fairies with ethereal auras who seemed ready to ride the wind and depart at any moment.

Senior Brother Duan Changfeng stood at the very front of the Yaochi contingent, his face gloomy, his gaze sweeping over Qin Yun from time to time, carrying undisguised killing intent.

Chi Li stood within the Third Peak's contingent and nodded at Qin Yun.

Just then, the crowd suddenly became restless.

A white jade war chariot pulled by nine exotic beasts crushed the Void Realm and slowly drove over.

Standing on the war chariot was a youth.

He had an upright figure, black hair like a waterfall, and when his eyes opened and closed, there were scenes of stars flickering and dying.

He just stood there, and he became his own world, as if even the surrounding Immortal Dao Laws were submitting to him.

"It's that person from the Wei family!"

"Immortal King Body, Wei Xiu!"

"It is rumored that on the day he was born, he summoned the phantom of an Immortal King to descend, and he is hailed as the existence in this generation of the Dongming Immortal Domain with the most hope of stepping into the Immortal King Realm."

Wei Xiu's appearance instantly eclipsed the radiance of all the Prodigies present, and even Senior Brother Duan Changfeng frowned.

Wei Xiu's gaze swept across the entire scene, and finally, it landed on the heavenly dragon token in Qin Yun's arms.

At that moment, the innate Immortal King aura on Wei Xiu's body actually produced a faint resonance with the ancient Dragon might of the heavenly dragon token.

A flash of surprise crossed Wei Xiu's eyes.

Qin Yun also felt a jolt in his heart.

The two men's gazes met in the air for an instant.

Just then, from the center of the broken continent, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering Dragon roar came.

The entrance to the Forbidden Ground opened completely.

"Charge!"

I don't know who shouted first, but all the Prodigies transformed into streams of light and frantically surged into that ancient and dangerous world.

Qin Yun pulled Ling Chan, mixed in with the crowd, and also stepped into that light gate.

The moment he stepped in, a vast, ancient Dragon breath, carrying blood and decay, rushed toward him.

The entire world darkened, as if he had stepped into the remains of an ancient giant Dragon.

Boundless pressure squeezed in from all directions; his Divine Sense was suppressed, and the circulation of his Immortal Origin became difficult.

Qin Yun's heart sank.

He knew that this Forbidden Ground was even more dangerous than he had imagined.

And what kind of secret was hidden within that "Dragon" that the Old Madman had so solemnly entrusted to him?