#919 - Ningyang, Eight Immortals

Zong Xiaoxiao couldn't help but peek, then immediately covered her eyes in fright.

Nurtured by the Changqing Alliance's abundant resources over the years, this girl's cultivation had already reached the Immortal King realm. In the former Immortal Realm, this level of cultivation would have been considered quite strong, enough to guard a territory.

But in the current Changqing Alliance, Immortal Emperors were as common as dogs, and Gods walked all over the place.

Not to mention Immortal Kings!

Seeing Zong Xiaoxiao's reaction, Qin Qipeng couldn't help but find it amusing.

Having been sheltered so much, this girl had seen too little of the world. Two corpses were enough to scare her.

Of course, the appearance of these two corpses was indeed a bit horrifying. Their eye sockets were sunken, and their skin was tightly adhered to their bones, practically two mummified skeletons.

What puzzled Qin Qipeng the most was that he searched their entire bodies but couldn't find any fatal wounds.

Even if someone had directly destroyed their souls with a divine power, there should have been traces left behind. How could there be no signs of injury at all?

After searching for a long time without finding any other clues, Qin Qipeng decided not to waste any more time there and flew directly towards the Nantian Gate with Zong Xiaoxiao.

Upon entering, the divine spiritual energy inside became even denser. In the distance, they could see more buildings, but most were destroyed, some even leveled to the ground. They could even see traces of battles left behind.

The more Qin Qipeng and Zong Xiaoxiao saw, the more astonished they became. In some places, even the sea of clouds had been blasted through, revealing the dark void below. Approaching these spots, they could detect traces of astonishing divine power flowing from the broken edges, constantly preventing the clouds from repairing themselves.

Qin Qipeng had previously experimented with the sea of clouds here, discovering that it had the ability to self-repair. Even if disturbed or blasted through, it could recover on its own, making it incredibly mystical.

He was now in the Divine Lord realm, and if he used his full power, he could even contend with a Divine Venerate. But even so, he couldn't achieve the same effect as the broken edges before him.

One could imagine just how terrifying the battles that had occurred here must have been.

This immediately made Qin Qipeng's heart ache.

Even the current Changqing Alliance had a limited number of artifacts above the Innate level. Refining artifacts of this level wasn't as simple as just having the ability; it required precious treasures.

Even Celestial Venerable Saints, with their powerful artifact refining skills, couldn't do anything without precious materials.

Chang Qing's children were so numerous, with hundreds already having entered the Divine realm, and there would be more and more in the future. The need for artifacts would naturally increase.

Seeing so many treasures destroyed, how could Qin Qipeng not feel heartache?

"Who is being so wasteful? They deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces!"

A look of frustration appeared on Qin Qipeng's face, but he still collected all the treasures he found.

Although most of these treasures were ruined, their raw materials could still be recycled. The Alliance now had more and more people capable of refining artifacts, and many of his brothers and sisters were proficient in the art of refining.

If the materials were precious enough, they could even ask two Celestial Venerable Saints to take action, perhaps even refining more powerful artifacts.

Now that they were here, there was no reason to return empty-handed.

As the two searched more and more divine palaces and halls, Qin Qipeng became increasingly certain that this was indeed the Heavenly Court.

Although most of the buildings were destroyed, they could still find some clues. There were traces of Gods everywhere, and apart from the former Heavenly Court, where else would there be such a dense gathering of Gods in the current realms?

"Brother Peng, something seems a bit off here!"

Zong Xiaoxiao looked around, feeling that the atmosphere here was a bit strange. "There were still two corpses at the Nantian Gate just now. Why is it that after coming in, despite so many traces of battle, we haven't seen a single corpse?"

Qin Qipeng had already noticed this problem and was equally vigilant. "If this is really the Heavenly Court, what we need to do now is see if we can find the source of the Heavenly Court. As long as we find it, our trip will not have been in vain, and there will be hope for rebuilding the Heavenly Court!"

As the two were talking, the sea of clouds in front of them suddenly began to churn, and a figure suddenly flashed out from within, silently and unexpectedly, startling them both.

"Who is it?!"

As Qin Qipeng spoke, he had already condensed a golden thunderbolt in his hand and blasted it over.

"Heh heh heh heh—"

The figure let out a low, cold laugh that didn't sound human. With a wave of its right arm, the black staff propped under its arm directly met the attack.

Boom!

The two collided, emitting a thunderous explosion.

The figure was blasted away by the golden thunderbolt, and the staff in its hand was also thrown out, falling into the sea of clouds, its life or death unknown.

Qin Qipeng was somewhat doubtful.

Was this guy sick?

His strength was obviously inferior to his own, yet he put on an act as if he were very powerful, even letting out a cold laugh!

Who were you laughing at?

He quickly flashed over, first casting a spell to retrieve the black staff. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a black iron crutch twisted like a tree root, constantly emitting a dark and deep luster. Its quality was also not low; it was actually an Innate Supreme Treasure!

"Why does this magic weapon look a bit familiar?"

Qin Qipeng was somewhat doubtful, then he swept towards the direction where the figure had fallen.

Upon arriving, Qin Qipeng could finally see the other party's appearance clearly. The person was like the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals at the Nantian Gate, his entire body emaciated, his skin and flesh shriveled, like a walking skeleton, with red light emitting from his eyes, looking extremely terrifying.

"Heh heh heh heh~"

Although this person had been blasted away by Qin Qipeng, he had obviously not suffered much damage. Seeing Qin Qipeng arrive, he was about to get up and pounce again, letting out a scream like a vengeful ghost.

"Why does this Heavenly Court look so strange?"

Qin Qipeng stepped on the person, suppressing him with divine power, and used the iron crutch in his hand to prop up the other party's chest, examining him carefully.

"Hmm?"

Qin Qipeng's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something. He then used the iron crutch to hook the jade pendant around the other party's waist, picked it up, and grabbed it in his palm to look at it.

He saw that the jade pendant was engraved with a lively "Immortal" character in the center.

Below were two small characters, "Ningyang."

"Ningyang?"

Qin Qipeng frowned slightly, turning the jade pendant over. He saw eight blurred figures carved on the back, each holding a magic weapon, their postures free and elegant, wanting to ride the wind away.

"Ningyang… Li Ningyang! The Eight Immortals!"

Qin Changqing's gaze swept over the iron crutch in his hand again, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind, blurting out.