EBE Chapter 2597 Forbidden Zone of Heaven and Earth
Chapter 2597 Forbidden Zone of Heaven and Earth
Big Black Bull gave Chen Xun a meaningful look.
It finally understood why Chen Xun had come to this remote immortal city on the edge of the immortal realm!
It turns out that the purpose wasn't to see the so-called Ascended Beings of All Realms at all, but rather because this place is close to the Samsara Heaven.
"Moo~" The big black ox chuckled, making Chen Xun a little uneasy. He glared at the ox, feeling exasperated as if he had been seen through.
The next day.
As the sun rises, everything is renewed.
The shop has reopened.
Time goes by as usual, nothing has changed.
Chen Xun stepped out the door and smiled, "Although there's dust and snow, it's still a fine day."
He dragged out a chair, slowly sat down, and looked out at the long street. The immortal city never slept, and the aura of cultivators was thriving. No two people talked about the same thing twice, because it was so vast, yet everything was achievable.
Whether it's the primordial river flowing through the sky, the Daoist palace as numerous as the stars, or the magnificent phenomena, none of them are beyond their reach.
Spiritual practice is equivalent to lifespan; only with lifespan can one possess an infinite desire for exploration.
Back then, nine out of ten ancient cultivators didn't quite understand the ten who left. Was the Ancient Immortal Realm insignificant? Were the strong too weak? Did it cause you to lose your motivation on the path to immortality?
Chen Xun had always found this matter somewhat inexplicable.
Perhaps he's too old to understand, but he respects the choices of young people.
……
Nether.
The True Immortal Realm, bordering the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
The wind and sand remain unchanged.
A true immortal pierced through the sky and arrived.
He stood at the edge of the wilderness, his eyes flashing like lightning, looking down at the land buried by time.
There--
The world was shrouded in an unusual silence!
Billions of immortal trees grew wildly from the depths of the earth, their trunks twisted like dragon bones, their branches and leaves blocking out the sky and the sun, and their spirit vines intertwined like chains, sealing away an entire ancient ruin.
Immortal herbs abound, and spiritual flowers bloom in abundance, creating a vibrant scene that borders on the bizarre.
But beneath that boundless vitality lurks a chilling desolation.
It's not decline, but rather a collapse after a period of great prosperity.
The immortal stepped in slowly.
The stone steps beneath our feet are faintly visible.
Every step I take feels like stepping on the weight of time itself.
Layers of moss covered the broken jade steps, ancient runes remaining in the cracks. They had long lost their luster, yet still exuded majesty. The wind blew through the forest, carrying a low echo, like a sigh left over from countless years ago.
He parted a piece of ancient vine that had been entwined for millions of years.
suddenly--
It was as if some primal will was slowly awakening from the depths of the earth, coldly scrutinizing those who came.
The myriad immortal trees stand between heaven and earth, their trunks as thick as ancient mountains reaching for the sky, their bark like cracked dragon scales, flowing with a dark blue glow.
The branches and leaves obscured the sky, even cutting the light of the sun and moon into fragmented spots. The spirit vines hung down like ten thousand chains, intertwining with each other and sealing off the eight directions of heaven and earth!
At this moment, the energy of heaven and earth was so thick that it was almost solidified.
A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the True Immortal, and even the circulation of his immortal energy within his body slowed down for a moment.
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
The earth is cracked.
An ancient, grayish-white aura faintly emanated from the cracks. The aura was devoid of life, yet it carried a solemnity that sent shivers down one's spine, as if every inch of soil had been soaked in the blood and Dao of an unparalleled being.
This place is like a primeval forbidden land sealed off by the very hand of heaven and earth!
It was not something that cultivators could arrange; rather, it was the laws of heaven and earth that naturally gathered and suppressed the ruins.
He stepped in slowly.
A dull echo suddenly came from beneath my feet.
Deep in the dense forest, a set of steps slowly came into view.
The steps were not made of ordinary jade, but were cast from an unknown immortal metal. The surface had long been corroded by time, showing a dark and mottled color, but even so, the remaining Dao patterns on them still exuded a suffocating pressure.
He took another step forward.
The sky and earth suddenly seemed to sink.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on the sky, lowering the entire landscape by half an inch.
The countless immortal trees move swiftly without wind.
The branches and leaves emitted a low rumble.
It's like a warning.
It's like they're driving them away.
"Just as I thought..." The True Immortal's throat tightened, and his expression became increasingly solemn.
at last.
Beneath layers of ancient vines and roots, a huge plaque is revealed.
The plaque was almost level with the mountain.
Half of it is buried deep underground, and the other half stands diagonally at the end of the steps.
Its material has long been eroded by time, with cracks at the edges, but the whole still stands tall and majestic, as if even the changing times cannot truly erase it.
Above the plaque—
The three characters "Humanity Pavilion"!
Ancient seal script is as if carved with a knife.
The strokes are heavy.
The three ancient seal characters on it remain clear despite the erosion of wind, snow and time.
The moment those three words were revealed, the atmosphere of the entire landscape surged.
That primordial pressure of heaven and earth, like mountains and seas pressing down, has permeated the ages and suppressed this land.
Ancient texts say that the Humanity Pavilion once stood at the gateway to the Immortal Realm, gathering the Dao lineages of all heavens, suppressing the storms of heaven and earth, and wielding the supreme Dao of humanity. When the great war broke out, this place was the core of the battlefield, where countless immortals perished and the Dao collapsed.
From this point on, humanity embarked on a path of complete decline and extinction.
He didn't know if this was true or not; he had only found this place after thousands of years.
now.
Only broken steps remain.
Only a broken plaque remains.
All that remains are ruins covered by endless spiritual plants.
The immortal slowly raised his head.
Through layers of branches and leaves, he seemed to see the light and shadow of ancient times flashing in the sky—
All the immortals come to pay homage, and fortune is as vast as the sea.
The towering pavilion soars into the sky, its bell tolls throughout the world.
The laws of the Great Dao converge here to form a mighty torrent of humanity, so brilliant that it eclipses the heavens.
But that light and shadow lasted only a moment.
The next moment, the wind swept through the forest.
Everything fell silent.
The true immortal eventually stepped onto that staircase.
Bang!
But every step felt like stepping on the spine of a sleeping era.
The further one goes in, the more restrained the power of heaven and earth becomes, like an ancient behemoth with its eyes closed, hiding all its sharpness deep within its bones and blood.
At the end of the steps was a half-collapsed stone wall.
The wall stands askew, dilapidated and covered with cracks and the marks of time. Countless ancient vines grow through it, clinging tightly to it, yet they can never completely tear it apart.
The immortal raised his hand and parted the vines.
The next moment—
He was suddenly jolted.
The stone wall was covered with densely packed...
It's not an array pattern.
It is not Taoist magic.
It is a word.
Countless lines of text.
Someone carved it with a sword.
Some people use their fingers as pens.
Some even used blood as ink.
The handwriting varied in depth, was crooked and messy, and was intermittent, yet it covered the entire dilapidated wall in layers.
He slowly approached.
The first line of text catches the eye.
"If we do not return from this battle, Mother, do not cut down the Crane Spirit Tree in the courtyard; it will bloom."
The handwriting is rough, clearly indicating that it was carved in a hurry.
Another line next to it—
"Little sister, you always complain that my cultivation is too slow, but if I can't go back, please take good care of yourself for me."
Further down—
"I have never seen the starry sky in this life. If there is an afterlife, I want to go and see it."
"Ruo Qinghe, I was ultimately unable to marry you. I'm sorry."
"If the lineage still exists, please bury me outside the mountain gate; there is no need to erect a monument."
"Master, I have not disgraced myself."
"This disciple is incompetent and failed to guard the southeastern array eye of the Void Sea."
"Having fought to this point, there is no way to retreat. May those who come after us never have to go through this ordeal."
"If humanity still exists and the mountains and rivers still exist, then it is worthwhile."
"Brother, I am afraid, but I will not back down."
……
The handwriting became increasingly messy.
Some carvings were abruptly stopped halfway through.
Some only left behind a name.
Some are even just shallow scratches, as if the effort was exhausted when they were carved.