Black Tortoise Makes Its Move!

Amid the mountain peaks shrouded in pitch-black mist, slabs of Pitch Black Stone Tablets stood upon the earth like the corpses of the dead.

The entire world was silent as a grave. The cold aura of death coiled around Jiang Chuan like countless tentacles.

"Could these be the gravestones of cultivators who fell here long ago?" Zhong Ran's voice rang out, shattering the deathly silence.

"Or perhaps they were refined by Immortals of the Immortal Realm long ago to kill cultivators who entered this world."

Chu Wan'er swept her gaze over the cluster of stone tablets, then walked with graceful steps toward the ruined ancient temple behind them.

The ancient temple was not large. Its gray tiles and walls were covered in cracks, and its gates had long since collapsed.

"I still can't sense the aura of the Sun and Moon Divine Banner. How strange." Netherkill Ancient Immortal looked puzzled.

"We'll know once we go inside."

As she spoke, Chu Wan'er took the lead and entered the ancient temple.

Following Chu Wan'er, Jiang Chuan crossed the uneven path through the old temple and arrived before its main hall.

The temple hall was somewhat empty. There was only a Divine Statue, wearing a jade crown and a Star River Immortal Robe, with a scroll in its hand.

"Fellow cultivator, which Immortal of the Immortal Realm does this statue depict?" Netherkill Ancient Immortal asked the Treasure Mirror in his hand.

"Why not let him speak for himself?"

Jiang Chuan had just turned to look at the Treasure Mirror when Chu Wan'er's voice entered his ears.

"Big Sister, this statue is a living being? No... you mean this statue is actually the incarnation of an Immortal from the Immortal Realm." Jiang Chuan immediately understood.

"The cultivation method of the Jing Realm is to