"It's the Yaoguang Holy Son!"
The voice transmitted into her mind made Li Qingyue's heart give a slight jolt.
After a moment's thought, she suddenly understood.
When they first met, the Tianxuan Saintess had been beside the Tianquan Saint, and the two had seemed familiar with one another.
Judging by the Yaoguang Holy Son's tone, he seemed to be working with the Tianxuan Saintess.
Moreover, both of them seemed to have come for the Tianquan Saint.
And now he wanted her to get close to the Tianquan Saint.
"Sister Yuping... did she approach the Tianquan Saint deliberately?"
"The Seven Great Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland, the Three Great Families, the Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains..."
At that thought, Li Qingyue suddenly felt that this world was not as simple as she had believed.
Even the exceedingly kind Tianquan Saintess was not as simple as she appeared.
The Tianquan Saint's interest in her had even dragged her into all this for no apparent reason.
At the very least, the Yaoguang Holy Son wanted to use her to learn certain things about the Tianquan Saint.
"I'm still not strong enough!"
Li Qingyue lowered her head. If she were strong enough, she would not need to consider so much.
Just then, the Tianxuan Saintess's voice sounded in her mind again.
"Don't listen to the Yaoguang Holy Son. You shouldn't get involved in these matters."
Li Qingyue looked at the Tianxuan Saintess, her eyes full of confusion.
With just a few words, these two had nearly tied her thoughts in knots.
She could only remain silent.
"Bzz!"
Just then, the void trembled slightly.
The six of them descended swiftly, landing on a stretch of the Gobi Desert in an instant.
The land stretched endlessly around them, barren for a thousand li, with occasional gusts whipping up sand and dust that rampaged across it.
The blood-red sand and stones looked as though they had been soaked in blood.
It was deathly still, like a realm of ghosts.
In the distance, the Primordial Ancient Mine still showed only a modest range of mountains, less than five hundred li away.
Like a colossal beast eyeing its prey, it silently surveyed all living things beneath heaven.
Before the six of them, a ridge like a dragon's spine rose only a dozen or so zhang above the endless Gobi Desert, stretching for hundreds of li.
It resembled a massive dragon lying on its side, its corpse buried in blood-red sand and stones.
Thousands of figures stood around the ridge.
Among them were the Holy Land Holy Sons and Saintesses of the other Holy Lands they had seen three days earlier, as well as people from the Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains.
They were scattered across three or four hundred li.
From time to time, someone ventured deeper into the ridge, seemingly searching for something.
But most were waiting, silently watching everything.
"Is this the ancient tomb suspected of belonging to Duan De in his previous life?"
At the sight, Li Qingyue instinctively began to study it.
There was nothing remarkable about it.
Compared with the Primordial Ancient Mine, this ridge stretching three or four hundred li looked like a worm lying on the ground.
There was neither wind nor water, nor the slightest trace of life. It looked nothing like a place blessed with auspicious feng shui.
Of course, she understood nothing about such things.
Unless a Source Heavenly Master or someone versed in the feng shui of heaven and earth appeared, perhaps no one could discern any clues.
"It seems no one dares venture deep into this ancient tomb yet!"
Looking at the people standing around them, the Tianquan Saint said slowly, "This ancient tomb was discovered a year ago. At first, some people tried to excavate it."
"But every time someone made a move, something strange happened."
"Either the person aged to death at a speed visible to the naked eye, or a strange wind swept past, or strange rain fell. Anyone it touched died."
"Even Half-Step Mighty Ones were not spared."
Everyone's hearts jolted at the Tianquan Saint's words.
Half-Step Mighty Ones were cultivators on the first level of the Immortal Platform, figures of Grand Supreme Elder rank in Holy Lands and great families.
Yet even they had spilled their blood before this ridge.
"Are we just going to wait here?"
Yan Wushuang frowned slightly. The ancient tomb had been discovered a year ago, and it was said to date back to a remote age and conceal great secrets.
He did not believe that no Mighty One had come to investigate.
Yet a whole year had passed, and still no one dared enter.
"No! Every day at noon and midnight, something unusual happens here. Quite a few people have seized the chance to enter, but not one has come out so far."
"No one knows whether they're alive or dead!"
"I heard that half a year ago, a Mighty One came here and entered. He never appeared again either."
"But even so, people still seize the opportunity to go in."
"Perhaps we can use this opportunity to enter the ancient tomb too."
The Tianquan Saint spoke in the same gentle tone as before.
His eyes, however, were full of caution as he glanced, seemingly casually, at Yang Wuzheng and Yan Wushuang.
He had heard that the Sacred Body was impervious to all evil.
The Dao Body also possessed all manner of ineffable powers.
Apart from Li Qingyue, Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng were a major reason he had joined the group.
Beside him, the Tianxuan Saintess frowned slightly. "Perhaps we should wait a few more days. If we rush in, something terrible may happen."
As she spoke, she looked at Li Qingyue beside her.
They all had cultivation, and nearly all were in the Dao Palace Realm, only a step away from the Four Extremes. They could still protect themselves.
But Li Qingyue was a mortal. If she entered, even with their protection, she would likely find it difficult to survive.
Suddenly.
A thunderous boom came from the distance.
A man formed hand seals, conjuring an enormous axe the size of a mountain peak, and brought it crashing down on the low ridge.
"Crack..."
A huge fissure split open in the modest ridge.
Within it, they could faintly see divine radiance stirring the heavens.
But before anyone could rejoice, a wisp of smoke drifted out of the fissure.
The next moment, before everyone's eyes, the body of the man who had split the ridge melted away.
He vanished without even letting out a scream.
More bizarre still, the fissure he had cleaved began to shrink little by little, as though flesh were knitting itself back together.
"Hiss..."
Everyone who witnessed the scene sucked in a cold breath.
The man who had attacked was probably an elder from some family, newly arrived here, with cultivation at least in the Dragon Transformation realm.
Yet before this ridge, he had died without the slightest ability to resist.
"An immortal!"
Someone cried out, pointing at the nearly healed fissure in utter shock. "There was an immortal inside that fissure!"
"No! It wasn't an immortal. I saw a sea of blood!"
"I saw divine source-a piece as large as a small hill, shining with seven-colored divine light!"
"No! That was the Demon Mountain!"
"..."
Cries of astonishment rose continuously from the surrounding crowd.
When that man had split open the ridge, he had allowed them to glimpse its interior.
Yet even people standing beside one another had seen almost entirely different things.
Hearing those startled cries, many lowered their heads in thought, but none could make sense of it.
Clearly, this ridge was extraordinary, even profoundly eerie.
At the very least, none of them had ever seen a mountain that could heal itself.
It was like a living creature.
"Bzz!"
As everyone discussed it, the sun overhead seemed to blaze brighter in that instant, illuminating the entire ridge.
Divine light and mist suddenly rose from the ridge stretching three or four hundred li.
The divine light shone in seven colors, hazy as immortal radiance, as though immortals and gods were descending. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet the mist was scarlet as blood.
From within it, they could faintly hear a constant succession of booms and roars.
It sounded as though people were wielding Mystic Arts within, locked in ceaseless combat.
Many retreated in terror, desperately afraid of coming into contact with the scarlet mist.
Others rushed toward it in delight, vanishing into the mist in the blink of an eye.
It was as though they had entered another world.
At the sight, the Tianquan Saint spoke cautiously. "This is the Vision that appears at noon. That blood-colored mist and divine light are like a passage that leads people inside."
"Once you step into it, you can enter the ancient tomb."
"The sounds in that mist are very much like those of the people who entered before, fighting one another."
At that point, the Tianquan Saint turned his gaze toward those around him.
"We don't have much time. Should we... go in?"
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