God Burial Tomb, spanning from ancient tis to the present, this Life Forbidden Zone harbors endless opportunities.
The world seeks to explore its secrets, yet throughout millennia, those who have received opportunities are pitifully few compared to those who perished within.
This desolate forest unknowingly houses the remains of countless heroes, even Ancient God powerhouses are no exception.
"Unlike the Cold Martial Land, there is no Curse Power here, but there are restrictions. The further inward, the stronger the restrictions. Now, after penetrating rely a hundred miles, my cultivation has been suppressed from the Void Immortal Realm Middle Stage to the Early Stage..."
As he walked, Mo Wangchen observed his surroundings, speaking to himself alone, and nothing unexpected occurred along the journey.
Within a hundred miles, traces of many could be seen coming and going, clearly indicating the peripheral area of the God Burial Tomb poses no significant threat. Over the years, countless cultivators have co here.
"In Daluo Heaven Realm, each Life Forbidden Zone is different, yet the constant is that they all contain endless crises with enticing opportunities. Legend has it that soone once obtained Undying Divine dicine within this God Burial Tomb, not only boosting their cultivation trendously but also gaining an endless lifespan comparable to a Holy Emperor."
Several days ago, many powerhouses from various factions entered to explore, and since Mo Wangchen and the others ventured in, they encountered no fewer than ten groups.
"Legends are just legends, after all, no one has truly witnessed it; whether Undying Divine dicine exists in this world is uncertain," Mo Wangchen remarked.
Mu Ruqing rely smiled, "It’s more than just legends—soone has indeed acquired Undying Divine dicine. The current Saint Master of Mirror Moon Palace obtained one right here in the God Burial Tomb ten thousand years ago."
"His cultivation not only soared to the Demigod Realm because of it, but it is also speculated that the power of that Undying Divine dicine condensed into Divine Status within him. Though the process is slow, with his endless lifespan, one day it will take form, making him the eighth Holy Emperor of this world."
"Soone really obtained it?"
Mo Wangchen was surprised, having never heard of this, though he knew that the Mirror Moon Palace is one of the Sacred Lands within the Smoke Martial Alliance.
Seeing the surprise on his face, Mu Ruqing found it curious, as this matter was no secret. At least within the Smoke Martial Alliance, almost everyone would know.
Given Mo Wangchen’s ignorance, could he not be from the Smoke Martial Alliance?
In fact, aside from Mu Hai and Jiang Hong, the two accompanying families’ experts, including Mu Ruqing, did not know the true identities of Mo Wangchen and the Green Emperor’s son.
So Jiang Family elders were puzzled as to why the Saint Master did not imdiately execute these two young n who had once held Jiang Ruyue hostage, and why they were treated with unexpected etiquette now.
Venturing further inward, the God Burial Tomb seed a world of its own, with neither nightti nor dayti.
Mo Wangchen and the others did not know how long they had been walking, rely knowing they had penetrated at least five hundred miles.
By now, they had not encountered those leading experts who entered to explore earlier for so ti.
Nonetheless, many people still followed, reaching this place.
"A massive Cold Pond..."
Ahead, a Cold Pond suddenly appeared, continuously steaming with cold mist. As they approached, Mo Wangchen and the others noticed the air here beca much colder, sowhat eerie.
"It seems we must fly over this Cold Pond. It’s so vast, circumventing it would take considerable ti," Jiang Hong remarked.
In fact, everyone had chosen to walk since entering, as they heard many Ancient Alien Species prowled within the God Burial Tomb; flying would make them easy targets for those species’ assaults.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Jiang Hong finished speaking, before Mo Wangchen and the others could move.
Those accompanying cultivators suddenly leapt up, darting to the other side of the Cold Pond.
"Hmm?"
anwhile, Mo Wangchen suddenly frowned, noticing the once calm water surface now rippling outward.
"Splash!"
A black Giant Dragon, hundreds of feet long, burst forth, spraying water and soaking Mo Wangchen and the others, the icy water making them shiver involuntarily.
"Ah!"
In the next instant, a scream sounded as those few who had rushed to cross were swallowed by the Giant Dragon in the blink of an eye.
"No, it’s the Ancient Demon Flood Dragon!" soone exclaid in shock.
Both Mu Hai and Jiang Hong couldn’t help but furrow their brows deeply.
"My god, it’s an Ancient Demon Flood Dragon as powerful as a Saint Master level expert. Among those crossing the river was a Great Elder-level figure at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and even he was swallowed whole!"
The scene instantly beca chaotic, everyone fearful, retreating backward.
"Roar!"
Fortunately, the Demon Flood Dragon did not seem overly aggressive. After devouring a few, it glared with blood-red eyes and roared, then plunged back into the Cold Pond.
"This Demon Flood Dragon is likely hibernating here. Now disturbed, it’s fortunate that it isn’t too aggressive. However, continuing to fly over is too risky; it seems detouring is the safest choice," Mu Hai said, frowning.
Everyone nodded, clearly unwilling to risk their lives, especially since the Demon Flood Dragon had just awoken, further disturbance could provoke a massacre.
An Ancient Demon Flood Dragon as strong as a Saint Master level expert would be no easy foe. Even if Mu Hai and Jiang Hong joined forces, they might not confidently suppress it.
For safety, Mo Wangchen and the others eventually detoured along the Cold Pond’s edge.
This pond was imnse, taking them several hours to reach the other side.
Fortunately, no further dangers occurred during this ti.
"The restriction here is stronger..."
Mo Wangchen furrowed his brow; traveling to this point, his cultivation had already been suppressed to the fifth level of the Emperor Realm.
This was rely six to seven hundred miles; reaching two thousand miles might see unknown suppression levels.
The further they went inward, the more perilous it beca, while their cultivation grew weaker, which was not a good sign.
"Ah!"
After advancing several more miles, suddenly, cries of anguish sounded from the forest ahead, alarming everyone into vigilance.
They saw a dozen figures racing toward them, displaying terror and fleeing in panic.
"Run quickly, there’s a Soul Slave over there!"
"It’s terrifying, the Soul Slave emanates endless black gas, engulfing people in an instant, turning them to ashes!"
As they fled, sheer terror was visible on everyone’s faces, revealing the fear in their hearts.
"Leave quickly!"
Mu Hai barked, unwilling to hesitate further, leading everyone swiftly forward.
"Only in great burial tombs would Soul Slaves appear, could it be an ancient mighty figure buried over there?" Mo Wangchen frowned, doubting inwardly but not daring to linger, following the group to flee swiftly.
Their cultivation was suppressed here, making combat unwise, especially against a Soul Slave—such an entity was exceedingly difficult to contend with. Only a Holy Path Weapon could likely destroy it.
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