At the Immortal Burial Forbidden Land, Ning Chen appeared. Over ten days and ten nights, he hacked a path forward through a thousand li of thorns.
Before the mountain, Ghost Sword fell. The mountain split apart, and after a hundred years, the two met once more.
"Finally, I have waited for you."
Meeting again after a hundred years, the man's first words were steeped in exhaustion. Sealed away, each day had felt like a year. A hundred years—what torment it had been.
"According to the agreement I made with Senior a hundred years ago, I have come."
Ning Chen stepped forward and spoke calmly.
"A hundred years apart, and I never expected you to have become a King Realm expert. Congratulations."
The man watched him, his voice hoarse.
"Keeping my agreement with Senior in my heart, this junior dared not slacken for even a moment."
Ning Chen replied faintly. His gaze fell upon the crisscrossing iron chains within the mountain, and his expression gradually turned grave.
A hundred years ago, he had yet to enter the Fourth Realm and could only vaguely sense the terror of the talismans upon these chains. Now that he had entered the King Realm, that suffocating feeling had become incomparably clear when he saw those talismans again.
Imperial Dao Law. Without question, every one of these talismans had been inscribed by an expert above the Emperor Realm. Even after the changes of countless years, they remained immensely powerful.
Ning Chen stopped before the iron chains and observed them for a long while, not rushing to act.
He understood the might of Imperial Dao Supreme Beings better than anyone. The seals they laid down could never be underestimated.
The Immortal Burial Forbidden Land had existed for so long that its origins could no longer be traced.