Inside the coastal cave, the group caught their breath briefly. Before the Soul Power coursing around them had settled, waves of divine pressure swept in from outside. The Fallen Deities led by the God of War had already followed their trail to the coast. Their search area was steadily narrowing, and they could discover the hiding place at any moment.
"We can't stay here. We have to head into the mountains immediately!" Lin Chen tightened his grip on the battered bamboo slips. Feeling the intense resonance of the life blue silver emperor grass within his dantian, he spoke with unwavering conviction. "These mountains where land meets sea are the Secret Realm that holds the Creation God Mausoleum. Only by following the guidance of the emperor grass origin can we find the entrance to the ruins."
Unknown dangers in the Secret Realm lay ahead, while the Fallen Deities pursued them like madmen from behind. There was no longer any path of retreat. Only by venturing deep into the mountains and finding the Creation God Mausoleum could they grasp a thread of hope for survival.
Sword Douluo forced himself to endure his injuries and tightened his grip on his longsword, sword energy slowly circulating around him. "I'll clear the way and keep you all safe. If we encounter the Fallen Deities, I'll hold them off. You must find the entrance to the ruins."
Su Qingyuan and Yue Huaxi also activated their Martial Souls and prepared for battle. Even against Deities of the Divine Realm, neither woman showed the slightest inclination to retreat.
Lin Chen nodded without another word. He was the first to leave the cave, following the resonance of his emperor grass Martial Soul into the rolling mountains.
These coastal mountains had gone untrodden for years. Ancient trees towered into the