Chapter 1477 - Entering Kunlun
Yan Beichen caressed the Hatred Fiend Saber beside him and murmured softly, "If I'm not Hatred, would you still be willing to follow me?"
Clang! Clang!
The Hatred Fiend Saber seemed to be able to understand Yan Beichen's words and buzzed and trembled.
It had already decided that Yan Beichen was its master. Be it Hatred or the Asura, it would follow Yan Beichen through life and death!
"Alright!"
Yan Beichen's eyes shone brightly as he said proudly, "I, the Asura, will bring you to the upper world to take a look in this generation! I will also defy the heavens and change fate, altering life and death!"
With that said, he bowed deeply to the storyteller. "Thank you, senior."
The storyteller nodded slightly with a delighted expression.
Indeed, he thought highly of Yan Beichen.
In his heart, Yan Beichen's accomplishments might even be higher than Fiend Emperor Hatred's!
Yan Beichen turned to Su Zimo and said in a deep voice, "Zimo, I won't be accompanying you on the trip to the Kunlun Ruins. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry, brother,"
Su Zimo nodded.
Yan Beichen had his own Dao.
If he followed Su Zimo to the Kunlun Ruins, he might feel restricted instead.
Now that Yan Beichen was fine, Su Zimo was completely relieved and no longer had to stay in Enigma Palace.
"Zimo, I…"
The moment Demoness Ji spoke, Su Zimo understood her intentions.
He smiled and shook his head. "There's no need for that. You're the pure maiden of this generation. How can you follow me to the Kunlun Ruins casually?"
"If Pure Maiden Sect finds out about this, I'll probably be hunted down by your experts."
Extreme Fire nodded as well. "Don't worry, with me and Nian Qi accompanying Zimo, we can look after one another."
"Master, Nian Qi, don't follow me either,"
Su Zimo said deeply, "The Kunlun Ruins is not a good place. There's no need for you guys to accompany me in taking the risk."
"What are you talking about?"
Extreme Fire's eyes widened as he patted his storage bag. "Don't get ahead of yourself, lad. I've got a treasure map here. I'm heading to the Kunlun Ruins for it!"
"Young Master, I'm already here. You can't chase me away,"
Nian Qi pursed her lips and smiled.
Su Zimo did not say anything more. The three of them exchanged glances and smiled—there was no longer a need for words.
Since he had already decided to leave, Su Zimo did not delay any longer. He bid farewell to Shi Jian and the others one after another and prepared to move.
The storyteller said, "You still have the Killing Badge of the Blood Vine race on you. If you leave Enigma Palace, the Blood Vine race will definitely see it."
"I'll tear through space and lead you guys there directly,"
As he said that, the storyteller swiped his palm across the void before him.
As though it was cut by a sharp blade, a gigantic crack appeared in the void. It was dark and deep within, Yin wind gusted.
With a flick of his sleeves, the storyteller swept Su Zimo, Extreme Fire and Nian Qi up and leaped into the crack.
"Old man, bring me along. I'll take a look as well,"
Just as the crack was about to close, Lin Xuanji shouted and tugged at the old storyteller's sleeves, jumping in as well.
The world spun.
It was a similar sensation as using a Major Transference Talisman. Everything before them was completely dark and even breathing was difficult.
In just a few breaths' time, Su Zimo and the rest felt their bodies lighten and their eyes lit up—they were finally seeing light once more.
Although they were on the ground, everyone felt a heavy and repressing feeling in their hearts!
Everyone looked over instinctively and could not help but freeze on the spot in shock!
In front of everyone were mountain ranges that rose and fell continuously. Some of the mountain ranges were sliced into two as though they had suffered a violent collision!
Some of the mountain ranges were mostly destroyed.
The vast plains of the mountain ranges were strewn with corpses and bones—it was a shocking sight!
Some of the corpses were not rotten and retained their original forms. Their bodies were long and more than 10,000 feet long, looking like coiled divine dragons!
It was a dragon skeleton!
A divine dragon that was more than 10,000 feet long meant that this was a true Ancestor realm divine dragon!
At the edge of the Kunlun Ruins, everyone caught sight of the corpse of an Ancestor realm divine dragon!
It was truly hard to imagine how tragic the primordial war was back then!
Everyone looked around.
There were not only corpses of the Dragon race among the bones—there were also corpses of other primordial races as well as countless unknown living beings that filled the entire mountain ranges!
This scene was way too shocking.
The aura emitted by the ruins was way too repressing and sinister.
If one's Dao heart was not steady, they could break down mentally in such an environment!
Extreme Fire looked at the scene before him and sighed gently, as though he recalled something. "Back then, more than ten of us came to explore this treasure trove. To think that I was the only one who survived."
"One of them had his Dao heart broken not long after he entered the Kunlun Ruins,"
After a brief pause, he sighed once more. "Actually, I would have died long ago as well if I hadn't met Zimo."
"Everything that I've experienced over the years is truly tragic in retrospect,"
The storyteller looked at the ruins and remained silent for a long time before saying slowly, "Zimo, cultivate well in the Kunlun Ruins. You don't have to worry about Tianhuang Mainland. I'll do my best to deal with the primordial races and buy time for you."
Su Zimo nodded.
He did not know if he would survive this trip to the Kunlun Ruins and his future was uncertain.
Even he did not know if he could return alive and when he could return to Tianhuang Mainland once more.
"Senior, take care as well!"
Su Zimo bowed deeply to the storyteller.
"Brother Su, I'll wait for you to return,"
Even the cynical Lin Xuanji felt a sense of reluctance at the imminent departure.
Su Zimo waved his hand and entered the Kunlun Ruins with Extreme Fire and Nian Qi!
The three of them walked extremely slowly and surveyed their surroundings with their spirit consciousnesses tensely, afraid that something might happen.
The storyteller watched the three of them from outside the Kunlun Ruins the entire time and only snapped out of his stupor after their figures vanished.
"Old man, why have you suddenly become so emotional?"
Lin Xuanji asked with a frown.
He knew the storyteller too well.
He could sense the pessimism in the storyteller's heart!
"Given Brother Su's talent, with the Dragon Phoenix True Body and Green Lotus True Body, the primordial races won't be his match if he grows further!"
Lin Xuanji was optimistic on the other hand.
The storyteller shook his head gently. "I'm afraid there's not much time left."
"If we wait another 10,000 years, I believe that Desolate Martial will definitely be able to reach the peak and become an existence comparable to the Human Emperor."
"However, the conflicts between the primordial races and the cultivation world are increasing and their movements are becoming more frequent. The final battle is about to arrive!"
Lin Xuanji's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Old man, how long more do you think that will be based on your divination?"
"No more than a hundred years at most,"
The storyteller's voice was heavy.
A hundred years!
Lin Xuanji finally understood why the storyteller was so pessimistic.
A hundred years was way too short!
For cultivators, a hundred years was a fleeting duration!
It was already not bad if Su Zimo could advance a single minor realm, let alone advance to the Mahayana realm.
On the other hand, even if Desolate Martial was at the Mahayana realm, how could he fight against the experts and Emperors of the primordial races?
The storyteller murmured softly, "We'll do our best and leave it up to fate.."
