Just as a gap opened in the bronze gate, a faint tremor occurred at the very beginning of this ancient path, at the center of this area’s city.
The next moment, the slight tremor grew stronger and finally turned into a violent shaking.
The city’s tremors became more intense, with crumbling walls and ruins continually falling off, the whole city starting to collapse, unbelievably beginning to crumble apart.
At that moment, the headless ancient corpse that had always hung atop the city walls suddenly moved.
Above the city, the Immortal Binding Ropes that had remained unbroken for ten thousand years snapped one after another at this moment, turning to ash, as the ancient corpse, sealed for countless years, was finally freed from its seal.
No one knew of this drastic change that had happened at the distant city gates, as more people were anxiously watching the bronze gate.
Along with the thunderous anomalies, the bronze gate gradually opened.
At first glance, a dazzling light emitted from behind the door, like a sun, blindingly bright, making it impossible to see the secrets hidden beyond.
Qinchuan was closest to the bronze gate, and as the gap of the door gradually widened, he activated his movement technique, his body shooting out instantly, merging into the dazzling divine light, and he completely disappeared in the end.
Seeing Qinchuan disappear, everyone immediately reacted, with cultivators and martial artists shouting at once,
"The bronze gate is open! The Spiritual Treasure has appeared!"
"Quick, charge!" Many martial artists, unwilling to be left behind, rushed toward the bronze gate in a frenzy.
"The ultimate secret of this world has appeared—whoever obtains this Spiritual Treasure will gain the legacy of an ancient deity."
At that moment, everyone surged toward the bronze gate, afraid to be one step behind. They had entered the great tomb to seek the legendary Spiritual Treasure of this world, and now that the treasure had appeared, they were all stirred with excitement.
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Though not many believed in the true existence of the legacy of an ancient deity in this world, the Spirit Martial Secret Realm was indeed a relic from the era of ancient gods and demons. Even without the deity’s legacy, the Spiritual Treasure that gathered the forces of this world to seal it was likely extraordinary.
The disciples of the Netherworld Hall had intended to block everyone from entering, but at that moment, the Netherworld Saintess suddenly spoke out loud, "Everyone, enter the bronze gate and find the Spiritual Treasure!"
Instantly.
All the disciples of the Netherworld Hall could no longer be concerned with anything else and surged towards the bronze gate.
Even that Pixiu-like creature seemed to regain a hint of reason, no longer rampaging in all directions. Its form shrank abruptly and it flew across the sky, its entire body disappearing into the gate.
This bronze gate seemed like a portal through time and space; countless martial artists and cultivators entered it without causing the slightest ripple. The halo behind it remained as serene as ever.
In the end, only Ling Xian’er, Ji Huo’er, and Ding Hao were left on the field.
The three of them seemed to have no interest in the so-called Spiritual Treasure.
"Miss Xian’er, little sister Huo’er, aren’t you going in?" Ding Hao asked.
Ling Xian’er shook her head, her figure graceful, her eyes bright and teeth white, "We did not come for the Spiritual Treasure."
As Ling Xian’er spoke, her gaze was fixed on a Demon Pool before them.
Ji Huo’er noticed her abnormality, her eyes blinking as she asked, "Senior sister, is it in this Demon Pool?"
Ling Xian’er did not speak, but indifferently nodded her head.
Ding Hao was solemn; he had known earlier that the two were not here for the so-called Spiritual Treasure, but with another purpose, and now, it seemed that they too had come in search of something.
And that something was very likely within this Demon Pool.
However, this Demon Pool appeared calm on the surface, but the water was blood-red. At a glance, it was profound and distant, truly peculiar.
But just then, Ling Xian’er and Ji Huo’er exchanged a glance and leaped into the pool together, diving downwards. Before long, they vanished without a trace.
At this moment.
Qinchuan stepped forward alone and entered the Bronze Gate.
A burst of golden light erupted before his eyes, blindingly bright as if he had plunged into a golden ocean. Subsequently, he felt an endless stream of terrifying auras sweeping past him.
As he traversed the passage, a colossal peak appeared before his eyes, grand and vast, stretching endlessly, piercing into the clouds with astonishing might.
"What a massive mountain peak!"
Qinchuan exclaimed in awe as divine lights flickered on the cloud-shrouded mountain body, dazzling and resplendent with golden brilliance.
An ancient road led to the summit, paved with bluestone, serene and sacred.
"That’s the spiritual light released by the Spiritual Treasure! The Spiritual Treasure is on top of the mountain!"
With a resolute air, Qinchuan urged his movement technique, forging ahead alone towards the clouds above.
Demon Mountain was so magnificent; once inside, the peak was out of sight. All that met the eye was an endless expanse of grey-brown rocks, as if they were drenched in fresh blood.
Numerous Martial Artists followed behind Qinchuan, engaging in intense battles from time to time.
The Netherworld Saintess, Pixiu, Heaven Devouring Beast, Bovine Monsters, Xiao Changfeng, and others pushed their movement techniques to the extreme, like a dazzling ray of light piercing the void, racing towards the summit in unison.
After entering the clouds, vision narrowed, and the world became a vast expanse of white. It was as if one was in the midst of chaos.
In this place, Divine Sense was greatly suppressed. Before long, Qinchuan felt as if he was the only person left in this world, unable to see any other beings.
He was engulfed in solitude, surrounded by desolation, as though trapped within the rivers of time, where time lost all meaning, millennia passing in a blink.
Reliant on his initial memories, Qinchuan continued to press forward.
His movement technique unfolded rapidly, running through this timeless space, unaware of how much time had passed.
It seemed as distant as a thousand years, yet also like a moment’s breath. Finally, he pierced through the fog, reaching the center of the chaos.
In the center of chaos, a jade box that shimmered with flowing light and radiant colors floated peacefully.
"Is the Spiritual Treasure inside this?"
A thought struck Qinchuan, "The source of the treasured radiance that attracted countless gifted prodigies here, it’s this!"
Without time for further thought, he reached out and embraced the jade box into his chest.
The jade box had an ancient and melodious aura, its texture verdant and cool to the touch, seemingly made from some mysterious jade. Countless mysterious Dao Magic and Divine Intent surged into him.
The box was sealed, leaving the treasure inside a mystery.
Just as he was about to open the jade box,
"Scoundrel, put down the Spiritual Treasure!"
Suddenly, a terrifying yet splendid, shocking and horrific Sword Qi shot out of nowhere from the white expanse of the world, accompanied by a rough voice.
Qinchuan’s eyes hardened, and he unleashed his Physical Divine Power, shattering the Sword Qi with a palm strike.
As his palm destroyed the Sword Qi, the world around him transformed dramatically.
The rising mists at that moment dissipated, sinking into the earth, and the world returned to its original state.
All around, the landscape took on a dark reddish hue, and the pungent scent of blood rushed to his nose.
Below the earth, gorges crisscrossed with gushing blood, the horrifying streams emerging from the ground, coloring the entire mountain peak with a blood-red hue, while above the azure sky, demonic clouds loomed.
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Such a vision was unmistakably a scene from Human Purgatory.