The Ascension Ground of an Entire Mythological Civilization

Finally, from the source, a leap... out of reality, to witness true immortality? The spiritual resonance that came through sent chills down one's spine and made one's body and mind tremble.

First of all, it has a suppressive power, it's really huge, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to send the six experts flying. This tenth level of Spiritual Ruins is too terrifying.

Secondly, there is its true meaning, which involves the real source? The place that all the myths of the past sought to find, the place where they wanted to escape the extraordinary winter and avoid decay.

Has this civilization been found, pointing the way for future generations?

Those with weak foundations are truly pitiful; just now, a few people's cultivation slipped, and their realms were not stabilized.

"Heavens and earth, shaking every few days, who can stand it? It would be better to just knock everyone down from the clouds and shake them to the very bottom. I just recovered, just took Spiritual Great Medicine, and you've already shaken me down again, I..."

Some people were furious; the price they had paid was too high. Frustrated and irritable, they pointed to the sky and shouted in anger.

Of course, this time the scale was relatively small, and the number of people who were shaken down was limited, mainly because the ceiling this time was too high, with six peerless masters holding the line at the scene.

The six individuals each displayed their unique skills. The Female Daoist practitioner held a small golden boat, from which flowed a misty rain of light, enveloping herself in golden clouds and isolating herself from the outside world.

The Red-clothed Demon Immortal used lightning as a conduit to form a large, crimson cocoon, within which she hid her graceful figure, motionless.

The Black Robe Man, enveloped in black mist, took out a dark longsword and held it upright in front of his brow to resist the suppression.

In front of the Three Dreadful Piles, Old Zhang simply covered his face with the bronze mirror again.

Even the most powerful experts had to use their unique abilities to cope with such a violent shock.

Wang Xuan was tossed about like a boat on the waves, but he was not seriously injured. The treasure shook a few times and then stabilized.

The entrance to the tenth level of the ruins, the Gate of the Void, where the Spirit Imprint slowly dissipated.

Only then did people in the Real World breathe a sigh of relief. They had been severely suppressed and their very existence shaken, which had truly frightened many extraordinary individuals.

"Not intense enough, it's no different from riding a rocking horse." Chen Yongjie remained calm. It's not like he's never been shaken before, so what's the big deal?

The six experts stood up, wiping the Primordial Spirit Blood from the corners of their mouths; they had been injured when the seal exploded.

The six people stared solemnly at the void gate, the path leading to the final layer of Spiritual Ruins, deep, dark, and seemingly endless.

"Everyone, do you dare to go in?" asked the "Nether Blood Sect Ancestor" standing in the Blood Wheel.

"Stop pretending. We saw your true form just now, Qi Teng. You should just show your true colors. The Netherblood will definitely come after you later," someone said.

The man in the blood wheel was actually Qi Teng, the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals, who was also the ancestor of Qi Chengdao.

"Didn't you also impersonate him, Demon Ancestor!" Qi Teng spoke, revealing his handsome face as he looked at the man in black robes.

The man in black robes smiled calmly, dispelling the black mist to reveal his bronze-colored body. He carried a black Demon Blade on his back, truly the strongest person in the demonic path.

"Don't you two think you're going too far, impersonating someone else?" The man, bathed in golden light, exuded an aura of holiness and peace.

"It's alright, Styx doesn't care," both Demon Ancestor and Qi Teng said with smiles.

"I'll kill you both!" The man, whose body was covered in golden light, roared, his blood-red aura soaring into the sky as he lunged at the two men, truly enraged.

"Holy crap!" Chen Yongjie exclaimed from outside. What a show this was! Real people, fake people, it was all so confusing. A bunch of Old Wang, not a single one of them was any good.

The man, bathed in golden light, exuded an aura of unparalleled holiness. He was none other than the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor's True Body, and he was actually right here.

The Ancestor of Celestial Immortals Qi Teng was stunned, and the Demon Ancestor also felt bewildered. The real culprit was right beside them? He was probably holding his breath, waiting for an opportunity to kill them!

In fact, these people had previously worked together to attack the Red-clothed Demon Immortal, but they were unable to defeat her at all.

"What a mess," the man wearing Silver Mask said, standing there with an ethereal and otherworldly air.

"Zheng Yuantian, don't pretend to be high and mighty, we recognized you a long time ago!" someone shouted, revealing his identity.

"It really is that bastard, you guessed right!" Outside the barrier, Chen Yongjie whispered, adding, "Shock him in a bit, don't worry about accidentally hurting him, we have to shake him down, he's too strong!"

The relationships among this group are very complex. They have all attacked each other, and their relationships have been on and off. There are no easy people among them.

"Stop arguing. Those who want to enter the Void Gate should be quiet, or leave immediately." Fang Yuzhu spoke, and there was no doubt that she had a lot of authority, as her solid achievements spoke for themselves.

As the top expert among Daoist Master, she has killed more than one peerless powerhouse. She even almost killed the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor was present. She once killed eight of his True Fate. His last True Fate was hidden in the endless Blood Shadow, which is how he escaped death.

"You, and you, don't make any more moves. You all better watch out, I hold grudges!" The Red-clothed Demon Immortal also spoke up, smoothing her hair and glancing sideways at the group.

The six experts stepped into the Silent Land. The dense, almost real substance moved them, and they were somewhat excited. When they finally arrived at the tenth level of the Spiritual Ruins, there were no spiritual statues attacking them, and everything was peaceful.

Wang Xuan and the others also ascended, hiding in the clouds and mist, watching the tenth layer of Spiritual Ruins truly emerge.

Ahead in the shadowy land, the Spiritual Ruins were vast, with buildings and towering mountains, but all Death Qi and devoid of vitality.

The surging, almost real Energy Substance fell from the sky like snowflakes or a vast expanse of raindrops, falling in a flurry.

The sky above the tenth layer of the Spiritual Ruins borders a dark land. Is that the so-called True Source?

In that pitch-black sky, shooting stars occasionally streaked across the sky, but there were no normal stars. The overall sky was quite dim, and the occasional glimpse of starlight gave people a sense of desolation.

"This civilization is indeed ridiculously powerful. They tore apart a part of the sky, found a path, and left as a whole?" Zheng Yuantian said, still wearing his Silver Mask.

"That starlight wasn't a real shooting star, but rather a near-real energy streaking across this silent sky," Fang Yuzhu said.

At the final end, the true source, the ultimate leap, immortality is within reach. Yet, the six peerless masters present all frowned. Should they leap out of that dark sky?

They looked up and stared at deep space again and again!

"Who will go in to explore first?" asked the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, and then everyone looked at him.

Old Ming was immediately flustered. He wanted to say, "Do you have a problem? Why are you looking at me like that?!"

"Mingxue, you have endless blood-red incarnations and nine True Fate beings. Send one of your True Fate beings in to explore. It is what everyone wants." The Demon Ancestor smiled, his bronze skin shimmering with precious light. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a burly build, and looked very upright.

"Are you sick in the head?" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor immediately became anxious.

"The Blood of the Netherworld belongs to none other than you!" Qi Teng, the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals, nodded.

"Are you sick in the head too?" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor glared at him. These two people had impersonated him not long ago, and now they wanted him to take the blame.

"Mingxue, your talent is undeniable. You can transform into countless forms. Losing some avatars is no big deal. Even if you lose one True Fate, you can slowly recover." Zheng Yuantian, wearing Silver Mask, spoke.

"You're sick too!" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor reacted fiercely. Listen to what these three are saying—are they even human? In this day and age, if your True Fate dies, where is there time to cultivate and make up for it?

Outside the barrier, Wang Xuan and Old Chen looked at each other in disbelief. It turned out that even peerless masters were human and down-to-earth, completely different from the lofty and untouched figures they had imagined.

The two watched and listened with great interest.

"Mingxue, you can send your avatar in; you don't need your True Fate," Fang Yuzhu said gently.

"Alright..." Mingxue nodded. It was fine as long as it didn't cost him his True Fate. With a whoosh, he sent a figure Dao Body, which immediately disappeared into the dark outer realm and flew into the depths of the vast sky.

"It doesn't resemble a universe; there are no stars, no sun or moon, it's like a black cloth covering it," Chen Yongjie said.

Wang Xuan was also staring intently, his Spiritual Heavenly Eye fully open, wishing he could see through to the very end of the world and see if it resembled Land of Nothingness.

"Netherblood, one incarnation is too few. Release more, at least thirty-six Heavenly Generals," suggested the Demon Ancestor with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Don't mess with me, or I'll send you to the outer realms!" the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor threatened.

Half an hour later, his expression changed, and he said, "My avatar is dead!"

"How did he die? What did he see in the end?" The Red-clothed Demon Immortal became interested.

"Chariots, corpses, broken flags, blood, and a blurry road ahead. My avatar inexplicably vanished, and all the scenery was only glimpsed in a fleeting moment, not clearly seen."

"Send out another avatar to take a look," Zheng Yuantian said.

The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor glared at him, then strode over to the Female Daoist practitioner and the Red-clothed Demon Immortal, and sighed, "From now on, I will reform and join forces with you two. I will open a livestock farm in the mortal realm and guarantee that my disciples and followers will not drink human blood!"

Old Ming felt he was having a really tough time; the two peerless female immortals were much more reasonable.

"The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor has been stuck with those black-hearted people for a long time, and he's taken the blame for a lot of things. It's pitiful. Now he's finally realized his mistake and turned back from the wrong path." Wang Xuan was quite moved by what he saw.

"I originally wanted to kill Wang Xuan and absorb his special true blood, but I've decided to stop now because he's related to you, Fairy Fang." The member of the Nether Blood Sect confessed to the Female Daoist practitioner with a smile, looking honest and simple.

"I..." Wang Xuan immediately shut up, showing no sympathy for him whatsoever. This old cunning thief actually wanted to take action against him personally?

"I'll blast you to death!" Wang Xuan felt he had to hurry to the meteorite site to plant Cactus, as Mingxue, Zheng Yuantian, and Qi Teng were all too ferocious.

But before heading to the Land of Nothingness, he had to make sure he extricated himself from the situation and let these people witness that his breakthrough was unrelated to the decline of cultivation levels among the cultivators.

"Is the Misty Land I'm going to related to this place in reality?" Wang Xuan hesitated for a moment, staring at the end of the dark sky within the barrier!

The Netherblood sent out several more avatars, but the result was the same: they inexplicably vanished, leaving only a blurry image.

"Let's go in and take a look ourselves, shall we?" the Red-clothed Demon Immortal said. Although she National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance and graceful, she was also very courageous.

"Alright!" Zheng Yuantian nodded. The myth is about to perish, and it is now in its final stage. If it cannot break free in the last moment, everything in the future will lose its meaning. What is there to be afraid of?

Six masters set off together, venturing into the pitch-black sky.

In front of the Three Dreadful Piles, Old Zhang finally stood up unsteadily, took his broken bronze mirror, let out a long breath, and quickly left the fire.

Those three pale faces were fed up with his sermons that had been going on for days, and they... drove him away!

However, before he left the Gobi Desert and entered the Mental World, he suddenly turned around and clicked his teeth again. Two more people had followed him down: one was the Female Dread King of Three Dreadful Piles, and the other was an old man wearing an old Spacesuit. Two demon kings!

In the pitch-black sky bordering the tenth layer of Spiritual Ruins, the Female Daoist practitioner and her companions frowned as they traveled. This was not the real sky, but a spiritual universe.

In the darkness, they flew a short distance before making a discovery: a Golden Chariot, enormous and awe-inspiring, engraved with the emblem of the Dao Control Banner, and adorned with various intricate patterns.

The chariot was stained with blood, but no living beings were seen; it was real blood, not the substance left by the primordial spirit.

"Did this mythical civilization ultimately ascend as a whole? Breaking through the heavens to come to this world with a physical body, yet this is still a spiritual universe."

"They used the Dao Control Banner to clear a path, forcing their way through, but did they really arrive at the true source?" Fang Yuzhu said, her white robes fluttering, her beauty breathtaking, standing out against the dark universe with an ethereal grace.