Sixteen figures descended one after another onto the withered crimson earth, arriving at Yinghuo's North Sea. Ancient Yinghuo had once been far larger than it was now, but because of a drastic upheaval, it had suddenly shrunk into its present state.
The sea eye of the North Sea had dried up, with no waters left behind. When Yan Kuan and the others arrived, they saw only sand, boulders, and traces left by rushing currents. The place had been scoured clean, mostly in a scarlet-red hue.
Legend had it that this ancient star was red because it had been soaked in blood. That battle long ago was known as the Celestial War. Even Imperial Dao Supremes from the forbidden zones had emerged to fight, turning heaven and earth upside down. It was said that an entire era had been buried there.
Bang!
The Hundred-Legged Celestial Worm, one of the fourteen powerful beings suppressed by Shakyamuni, made its move. It shifted aside a massive boulder, broke open the seal, and revealed a pitch-black cave entrance. A cold, sinister aura seeped out, chilling the soul.
With the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Can above his head, Yan Kuan entered first and headed straight into the depths underground. Faintly, he could hear waves crashing. This was a vast world, far more expansive than anyone had imagined.
There was a seal here. It had not been difficult to break at first; it posed no problem even for Great Saints. But later, they began to hear waves of chanting.
A resplendent great ship shone with boundless divine radiance, illuminating heaven and earth and dispersing the thick fog. Deafening Buddhist chants echoed endlessly, their sound shaking the skies.
It was as though they had arrived at Mount Sumeru, where all Buddhas chanted in unison. Their voices transformed into runes