Gods and Devils Cemetery

Luo Changqing led Su Fang at last to the gates of the Gods and Devils Cemetery. They were ancient bronze gates, covered in rust, engraved with countless mountains, rivers, plants, rare treasures, exotic beasts, and even innumerable statues of gods.

On either side of the ancient bronze gates stood towering walls, enclosing the entire Gods and Devils Cemetery.

The Gods and Devils Cemetery resembled an ancient city, except it was filled with graves.

"Creak, creak, creak!!"

The mysterious bronze gates opened, and Luo Changqing led Su Fang inside.

Su Fang entered the Gods and Devils Cemetery and pushed the gate with his hand. But in the next instant, he was startled, for a message appeared in his mind.

[Gods and Devils City Gate, forged from the god-grade material Fallen Copper by three master craftsmen over eighty-one days, carved by a god-grade artisan, and inscribed with divine patterns by three top-tier divine pattern masters. A god-grade spiritual treasure. Do you wish to comprehend it?]

A god-grade spiritual treasure!

Su Fang was utterly shocked. He had never imagined that a mere gate to the Gods and Devils Cemetery would actually be such a supreme treasure.

Unable to resist, Su Fang immediately began comprehending the gate.

The next second, Su Fang seemed to arrive in an unfathomably mysterious place. Immortal mist curled through the air, as though this were a secret world.

Su Fang saw several figures appear before him. Each possessed the bearing of an immortal, their bones steeped in Dao, as they released strange flames to forge the ancient bronze gates.

Su Fang was watching in amazement when his consciousness swiftly returned to his body. He felt a wave of dizziness in his head, as though he had suffered tremendous depletion.

[Comprehended the True Fire Forging Art!]

A powerful flood of memories appeared in Su Fang's mind, leaving him deeply shocked.

"So I comprehended it just like that!" Su Fang was indeed astonished.

This True Fire Forging Art was a supreme method for forging treasures, and its techniques were uniquely ingenious. At the very least, Su Fang had never heard of it before.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was now completely crippled, and he could not use it at all.

If he wanted to find a way to restore his dantian, he would have to search within the Gods and Devils Cemetery.

So many powerful experts were buried here. There had to be a way to restore his dantian.

"Why aren't you moving?" Luo Changqing asked.

"Right, right." Su Fang hurriedly followed him inside. As for the gate, Su Fang had not completely comprehended it yet, simply because his strength was too low.

The Gods and Devils Cemetery was very cold.

It was not merely a coldness of the body, but a coldness that seeped into the soul.

It was as if even his soul was trembling in fear.

This place truly was extraordinary, and it made people feel unbearably uncomfortable.

There had not been much sensation outside the cemetery, but once he entered the Gods and Devils Cemetery, it was like stepping into the Nine Netherworld Prison. The stone bricks here were blood-red, and the air exuded sinister, bone-piercing Yin Qi.

This Yin Qi constantly assaulted the body. Every breath Su Fang took felt as though he were inhaling poison. The damage this Yin Qi dealt to his body was simply too great.

Su Fang saw rows of dilapidated houses lining both sides of the Gods and Devils Cemetery. They looked as though they had stood here for a very long time, and many seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

"There's a caretaker here, someone specifically in charge of your food and lodging. Remember, never offend him. That old man has already lived here for ten years. If you want to live a little longer, he may be your opening." Luo Changqing added.

"Ten years!" Su Fang was truly surprised. Rumors outside claimed that people died within three years at most. It seemed those rumors were not true.

Luo Changqing brought Su Fang into a somewhat better house. It was only somewhat better compared with the surrounding houses, but it was at least relatively intact.

"Brother Meng, I've brought you a newcomer," Luo Changqing said.

"Come in." An aged voice came from within, and the door immediately opened.

The two entered and saw a white-haired old man leaning on a cane, looking as though he would climb into a coffin the next second.

The old man glanced at Su Fang, nearly making him jump in fright.

The man's appearance was truly terrifying. The wrinkles on his face were bunched into a single mass.

Only a pair of dark green eyes remained visible. If Luo Changqing had not said he was alive, Su Fang might have thought the man had crawled out of a coffin. For some reason, Su Fang felt that the old man's gaze upon him was somewhat wrong.

That strange smile of his sent chills crawling over Su Fang's skin.

"Brother Meng? Isn't he an old man?" Su Fang asked in confusion.

"He's a friend of mine. Please take care of him from time to time." After saying this, Luo Changqing took out several spirit stones and handed them to Brother Meng.

"His cultivation is completely crippled. Let's see if he can last more than seven days first." Brother Meng put away the spirit stones.

Luo Changqing said to Su Fang, "I'm leaving. I'll come see you when I have time."

After Luo Changqing left, Brother Meng said, "If you want to live a few more days, don't go too deep inside. That is not a place you can enter."

"Yes, this junior understands." Su Fang hurriedly cupped his hands in reply. The deeper one went into the Gods and Devils Cemetery, the heavier the Yin Qi became, and the more harmful it was to them.

"No need to call yourself this junior. I'm only twenty-eight, the same age as Luo Changqing. Call me Brother Meng," Brother Meng said.

"Twenty-eight?" Su Fang looked at him. Calling him a hundred years old would not have been an exaggeration, yet he was only twenty-eight.

"There are brooms beside you. Pick one, then follow me. I'll assign you an area to sweep. The fellow who cleaned that place before you went mad again," Brother Meng said as he walked.

When Su Fang heard this, his heart gave a violent thump.

Su Fang hurriedly grabbed a broom and followed behind Brother Meng, heading deeper along the street.

The farther inward they went, the denser the Yin Qi and Killing Intent became, making him uncomfortable all over. Su Fang could feel the vitality within him being eroded every moment.

No, if this continues, sooner or later I'll become like them. Even if I don't go mad, I'll turn into a decrepit old man. I don't want to become like Old Man Meng!

The only method Su Fang could rely on now was the comprehension system.

But the capabilities of this comprehension system were not powerful, and it had restrictions as well. Finding a way to resist the Yin Baleful Qi would not be easy; it required time.

Yet what Su Fang lacked most was precisely time.

According to Luo Changqing and Brother Meng, he would not survive more than seven days.

Su Fang had only just transmigrated into this world. He did not want to die young.

Only the stretch before the gates of the Gods and Devils Cemetery had houses. Beyond it lay a hillside. The ground here was flat, but the soil was red, like blood.

There were also red trees here—blood-red trees.

They were the only plants here. Other than these trees, not a single flower or blade of grass could be seen.

"These are no ordinary trees. They only grow where Yin Baleful Qi is at its densest. Deeper inside, there are even larger Red Yin Trees," Brother Meng said.

"Red Yin Trees. I never expected so many of them to grow here." Su Fang had heard of them before, but he had not expected them to be everywhere.

There were many fallen leaves on the ground, all Red Yin Tree leaves, all withered. There was not a single fresh leaf among them.

Su Fang saw a Red Yin Tree leaf fall from a tree.

Su Fang froze, deeply astonished. The moment the Red Yin Tree leaf landed on the ground, it immediately withered, as though every living cell within it had been sucked away in an instant.

"You saw that, didn't you? Everyone who comes here ends up like that." Brother Meng's laughter sounded like the wails of misery from hell, making one shudder with dread.

After walking for a long while, Su Fang saw rows of gravestones ahead. The graves were all arranged neatly, as though they had been deliberately constructed that way.

Because the Yin Qi was too dense, visibility here was extremely poor, and Su Fang could not see very far.

The Yin Baleful Qi here was incredibly dense, making him feel terribly oppressed. Su Fang could constantly feel his physical condition deteriorating at a rapid pace.

Simply standing here was already a form of torture. When Luo Changqing and Brother Meng said he could survive seven days at most, they had been looking on the bright side. Su Fang felt that his limit would come within the next few days.

Brother Meng said to Su Fang, "See these graves? They belong to the Supreme Elders of the major sects. Every sect has its own section. This is where the Supreme Elders of your Violet Star Palace are buried. From now on, you'll sweep these graves. How many days you can keep sweeping them is up to you."

After Brother Meng finished speaking, he left. Su Fang looked at the gloomy graves, and his scalp tingled.

Though he did not want to stay here, Su Fang had reached the end of the road. He could only take one step at a time.

Su Fang looked toward the first gravestone. "Twenty-fifth-generation Supreme Elder of Violet Star Palace, Zhang Tong. Died at the age of one hundred and thirty."

Su Fang had heard this name in his memories. Zhang Tong had been a fairly formidable sword cultivator, extremely powerful. It seemed he had been ambushed by the demonic sects and ultimately died in battle.

This gravestone was relatively new. It had only been erected two years ago.

Su Fang did not have the slightest favorable impression of Violet Star Palace. Instead, he even felt some disgust toward it.

Su Fang looked at the next gravestone.

"Twenty-fourth-generation Supreme Elder of Violet Star Palace, Liu Qingyang. Died at the age of two hundred and fifty."

Su Fang had no impression of this man. Too much time separated them.

"Twenty-fourth-generation Supreme Elder of Violet Star Palace, Luo Feng. Died at the age of two hundred and four."

"Fourteenth-generation Supreme Elder of Violet Star Palace, Han Yu. Died at the age of one hundred and fifty."

The farther forward he went, the older the burials became. Several legendary figures of Violet Star Palace were also buried here. In their day, they had been figures who stirred the winds and clouds, yet in the end, dust returned to dust and earth to earth.

The longest-lived among them had lived for more than five hundred years, while he...

Su Fang sighed, picked up his broom, and began sweeping.

There was no other trash here, only the leaves of the Red Yin Trees.

The longer he stayed here, the more Su Fang felt his stamina draining away. After he finished sweeping and was about to leave, he suddenly stepped on something. At first, he thought it was a stone, but after looking closely, he realized it did not seem to be one.

Curious, Su Fang picked it up and wiped it with his hand, only to discover that it was a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was red, much like the red soil here. If Su Fang had not stepped on it, he truly would not have noticed it.

"I wonder whether this is a burial object or something someone dropped while sweeping graves here before." Su Fang was just about to put it away.

Suddenly, Su Fang discovered that his system had reacted.

[Blood Yin Jade, first-grade mid-tier spiritual treasure. Do you wish to comprehend it?]

Su Fang was extremely surprised. He had not expected the system could be used this way as well.

Moreover, this item could be comprehended, which meant there was something within the jade pendant that he could gain through comprehension.

This was not a place to comprehend it. Su Fang first put away the Blood Yin Jade, then left.

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