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When Song Wen saw the Second-Tier Nether Fox corpse inside the Corpse Coffin, he was stunned. The expressions of Gou Jun and the other four were far more complex.
There was disbelief, deep resentment, and even a hint of anger.
They had braved countless dangers to reach this place, all for the Fallen Immortal Blood, the opportunity to achieve Divine Transformation.
Yet the reality was a cruel joke, shattering all their illusions and hopes.
Gou Jun, Yang Yu, and Mi Hai simultaneously stopped attacking the Formation Mo Yexue controlled, their six eyes widening in disbelief as they stared at the stone coffin.
"How could this be possible?"
"Why is it just a Second-Tier demon beast corpse?"
"Where's the Fallen Immortal Blood?"
Mo Yexue was deeply disappointed, but she knew this was no time for grief.
She and Lan Chen had plotted to monopolize the Fallen Immortal Blood that might have been inside the coffin, which had already infuriated Gou Jun and the others.
Now, with the Fallen Immortal Blood nowhere to be found, it was like pouring oil on the fire, pushing their anger to the breaking point.
Gou Jun and the others were likely to vent their rage on her and Lan Chen.
Mo Yexue waved her hand, retracting the nine Formation Flags, and swiftly moved to Lan Chen's side.
Lan Chen watched Gou Jun and his companions warily, but her disappointment was hard to conceal.
She and Mo Yexue had not only offended Gou Jun's group but had also sacrificed a Forbidden-Breaking Pearl and a drop of Myriad Spirits Immortal Dew, only to end up with nothing to show for it—a complete waste of resources.
In Lan Chen's hand, she clutched an ancient talisman radiating an earthy yellow glow.
This talisman, known as the Earth Evasion Talisman, was a legacy passed down from the elders of the He Huan Sect.
It was the only one of its kind within the entire sect, and perhaps even the entire Immortal Cultivation World.
The Earth Evasion Talisman allowed cultivators to move freely through rock, as effortlessly as a fish swimming in the ocean or a bird soaring through the sky, without the slightest obstruction.
Lan Chen and Mo Yexue had planned to use this talisman to escape Gou Jun's group after obtaining the Fallen Immortal Blood.
Gou Jun, Yang Yu, and Mi Hai shifted their gaze from the stone coffin to Lan Chen and Mo Yexue. The cold glint in their eyes was like the most biting frost of winter, chilling to the bone.
The surrounding air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, suddenly becoming heavy and oppressive, as a palpable sense of killing intent filled the air.
Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred.
A wisp of black smoke began to curl upwards from the stone coffin.
Black smoke drifted above the stone coffin, slowly coalescing into a humanoid phantom.
The phantom was blurry, its features indistinct. Only the vague outline of an old man with an immortal's bearing could be discerned.
Gou Jun and the others immediately tensed, warily eyeing the phantom.
They sensed a trace of divine sense emanating from it—a power only cultivators at the Divine Transformation Stage could possess.
The phantom before them was indeed a being at the Divine Transformation Realm.
"Do not be alarmed," the phantom said slowly, its voice carrying an air of aloof authority that surveyed all creation. "I am merely a wisp of divine sense left here by my true self. I pose no threat to you. My true self left me here not out of malice, but to see how many millennia it would take for future generations to reach this place."
The phantom's tone shifted. "However, you young ones are rather disappointing. It's a pity that the glorious Divine Blood Gate was buried for tens of thousands of years before finally reappearing before the world."
Seeing that the phantom posed no immediate threat, the five cultivators slowly relaxed.
"May I ask, senior, what do you mean by the 'glory of the Divine Blood Gate'?" Gou Jun inquired.
The phantom replied, "Naturally, it refers to the Nether Fox within this stone coffin. This was the Divine Blood Gate's greatest achievement in the Tianyuan Realm."
"Senior, this is clearly just an ordinary Second-Tier Nether Fox corpse. Why are you making such a fuss about it?" Gou Jun asked.
Chapter 780: Glorious Past (1/2)
When Song Wen saw the Second-Tier Nether Fox corpse in the Corpse Coffin, he was stunned. However, the expressions of Gou Jun and the other four were far more complex.
Their faces showed disbelief, deep resentment, and even a hint of anger.
They had braved countless dangers to reach this place, all for the Fallen Immortal Blood—a chance to reach the Divine Transformation Realm.
Yet the reality was a cruel joke that shattered all their fantasies and hopes.
Gou Jun, Yang Yu, and Mi Hai simultaneously stopped attacking the Formation controlled by Mo Yexue, their six eyes fixed on the stone coffin.
"How could this be?"
"Why is it just a Second-Tier demon beast corpse?"
"Where's the Fallen Immortal Blood?"
Mo Yexue was deeply disappointed, but she knew this was not the time for despair.
She and Lan Chen had schemed to monopolize the Fallen Immortal Blood that might have been inside the stone coffin, which had already ignited Gou Jun and the others' fury.
Now, with the Fallen Immortal Blood nowhere to be found, it was like pouring oil on a fire, pushing their anger to its peak.
Gou Jun and his companions were likely to vent their fury on Lan Chen and Mo Yexue.
Mo Yexue waved her hand, retracting the nine Formation Flags, and flashed to Lan Chen's side.
Lan Chen eyed Gou Jun and his companions warily, but her disappointment was hard to conceal.
She and Mo Yexue had not only offended Gou Jun and his companions but had also wasted a Forbidden-Breaking Pearl and a drop of Myriad Spirits Immortal Dew, only to end up with nothing. It was like losing both the wife and the dowry.
In Lan Chen's hand, she clutched a simple, ancient talisman radiating an earthy yellow glow.
This talisman, known as the Earth Evasion Talisman, was a legacy passed down from the He Huan Sect's ancestors.
It was the only one of its kind within the entire He Huan Sect, and perhaps even the entire Immortal Cultivation World.
The Earth Evasion Talisman allowed cultivators to move freely through rock, like fish swimming in the ocean or birds soaring through the sky, unhindered by any obstacle.
Lan Chen and Mo Yexue had planned to use this talisman to escape Gou Jun and his companions after obtaining the Fallen Immortal Blood.
Gou Jun, Yang Yu, and Mi Hai shifted their gaze from the stone coffin to Lan Chen and Mo Yexue. The cold light in their eyes was like the most biting frost of winter, chilling to the bone.
The surrounding air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, suddenly becoming heavy and oppressive. A palpable sense of killing intent filled the air.
Just then, the stone coffin on the high platform underwent a sudden transformation.
A wisp of black smoke began to rise from within the coffin.
Black smoke drifted above the stone coffin, slowly coalescing into a humanoid phantom.
The phantom was blurry, its features indistinct, but one could vaguely make out the figure of an old man with an immortal air.
Gou Jun and his companions immediately tensed, warily eyeing the phantom.
They sensed a trace of divine sense emanating from it—a power only cultivators at the Divine Transformation Stage could possess.
The phantom before them was indeed a Divine Transformation Realm entity.
"Do not be alarmed, young ones. I am merely a wisp of my true self's divine sense, left here with no intention of harming you. My purpose in remaining here was not malice, but rather to observe how many millennia it would take for descendants to reach this place."
The phantom spoke slowly, its voice imbued with an aloof, all-seeing majesty.
Changing his tone, he continued, "However, you young ones have proven rather disappointing. It's a pity that the glorious Divine Blood Gate was buried for tens of thousands of years before finally resurfacing."
Seeing that the phantom posed no immediate threat, the five cultivators gradually relaxed.
"May I ask, venerable elder, what exactly do you mean by the 'glory of the Divine Blood Gate'?" Gou Jun inquired.
"Naturally, it refers to the Nether Fox within this stone coffin," the phantom replied. "This was the Divine Blood Gate's greatest triumph in the Tianyuan Realm."
"Venerable elder, this is clearly just an ordinary Nether Fox corpse. Why do you place such importance on it?" Gou Jun asked.
The phantom said, "Indeed, it is just an ordinary corpse. But its appearance was a world-saving act, a feat of cosmic significance. You are not yet qualified to comprehend its true power."
Gou Jun and his companions showed no interest in the phantom's lengthy monologue.
Even if the Nether Fox in the stone coffin had once saved this world and rescued all living beings, it was now just an ordinary corpse, of no value to them.
"Senior, what exactly is the blood of a fallen immortal? And where can we find it?" Gou Jun asked.
"The blood of a fallen immortal!" A faint smile seemed to flicker across the phantom's blurry face. "So that's what you've come for. Indeed, for your current cultivation levels, the blood of a fallen immortal is an invaluable treasure. But I fear you'll be disappointed. The blood of a fallen immortal stored in the Divine Blood Hall was used up long before I ascended and left this world. As for its origins, you are not yet worthy to know."
Gou Jun and his companions turned pale.
The phantom's words were like a death sentence, shattering the last glimmer of hope they held for breaking through to the Divine Transformation Realm.
Just then, the phantom spoke again.
"However, I do recall that some blood of a fallen immortal should still remain in this world. Where it came from? It's been too long; I can't quite remember."
Boom!
A muffled thud echoed through the chamber.
It was Gou Jun.
His legs bent, and he knelt on the ground.
"Senior, I implore you to reveal the whereabouts of the blood of a fallen immortal. I will forever be indebted to you for this kindness."
After speaking, Gou Jun bowed his head and kowtowed.
The sound of his head striking the ground echoed loudly.
"Senior, please tell us where the blood of a fallen immortal is hidden."
The other four also knelt and prostrated themselves.
"Heh..." The phantom's tone was slightly dismissive. "You don't even know my name, how can you possibly remember my kindness?"
The five were stunned. Just as they were about to ask, the phantom spoke again.
"Remember this: My name is Xu Geng, Vice Sect Leader of the Divine Blood Sect. The Ten Thousand Beasts Hall should still have some remnants of the blood of a fallen immortal."
Hearing this, a look of confusion flashed across their eyes.
"Senior, where is the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall?" Gou Jun asked urgently.
Xu Geng didn't answer. His gaze turned westward, toward the direction where Song Wen and Xue Mei were hiding.
"So there's still a little one hiding in the shadows. This deity almost didn't notice. But why does your aura feel so familiar?"
As Xu Geng spoke, his form began to fade.
"Ah! I wanted to chat with you all a bit longer. Unfortunately, even with the nourishment of treasures, this wisp of Divine Sense has grown incredibly weak after tens of thousands of years. It's about to dissipate."
"Senior, where exactly is the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall?" Gou Jun asked urgently, his voice rising.
Xu Geng ignored him, murmuring to himself.
"Almost forgot... there's a little something else in this cave that some of you might find interesting. Perhaps you'll even fight over it."
A hint of malicious glee colored Xu Geng's voice.
The moment he finished speaking, he vanished completely into thin air.
The five figures sprang to their feet, staring at the empty space where Xu Geng had been, their expressions complex.
Unnoticed by the others, a strange light flickered in Yang Yu's eyes when Xu Geng mentioned the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall.
(End of the Chapter)
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