Reversing Fortune

"Look! What's that?"

Just as the stars and moonlight gathered once more, someone cried out in alarm.

The mountain ridge that had lain dormant on the ground like a giant dragon came into view.

At that moment, it actually blazed with an eerie radiance as black as ink.

It was as though darkness taken to its utmost extreme had begun to shine with divine light.

All the starlight and moonlight falling upon it were likewise devoured completely.

Dimly, everyone seemed to see a blood-red dragon, its body wreathed in black mist, swallowing Heaven and Earth Vital Energy as it sought to soar into the sky.

Beneath the gleaming stars and moonlight, wisps of Immortal Radiance shone within the ridge.

They resembled meridians buried in the earth.

Divine radiance and Immortal Radiance flowed through them.

At first glance, the blood-red Flying Dragon Ridge seemed poised to ascend to immortality.

"Flying Dragon Ridge! Heavens! This is the legendary Flying Dragon Ridge!"

"This is one of the finest feng shui sites! Legend says anyone buried here will surely ascend to immortality!"

"Hahaha... this must be a great tomb!"

Someone recognized the Vision and burst out laughing.

While the moonlight gathered, he charged into Flying Dragon Ridge like a madman.

Black mist spread everywhere.

The instant he touched it, he vanished.

Flying Dragon Ridge was a place blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth, rumored to grant ascension to immortality.

Seeing this, the others advanced without hesitation.

The black mist and Immortal Radiance were the Vision Flying Dragon Ridge manifested at midnight.

"Wait! This is indeed Flying Dragon Ridge, but it lies beside the Primordial Ancient Mine. How could anyone ascend to immortality here?"

"Could it be using the Primordial Ancient Mine to temper someone between life and death?"

"Whoever built a tomb here was either a person of immense daring or a lunatic!"

"But either way, this place must be extraordinary!"

Others exclaimed in wonder and charged toward Flying Dragon Ridge.

A moment later, crowds transformed into streaks of light and plunged into the banks of black mist, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go too!"

Watching figure after figure disappear into Flying Dragon Ridge, the Tianquan Saint hurriedly spoke.

He knew nothing about the rest, but he had read about supreme feng shui sites like Flying Dragon Ridge in ancient texts.

Flying Dragon Ridge devoured the essence of heaven and earth and absorbed the divine essence of the sun and moon, harboring their fortune within and nurturing Immortal Radiance.

A corpse buried within could be nurtured by Flying Dragon Ridge's immortal radiance, giving rise to divine brilliance and immortal energy, seeking life within death before soaring into the heavens.

Even the living could gain boundless fortune if they entered and were lucky enough to obtain a wisp of Immortal Radiance.

A year had already passed since the first people entered. If they arrived too late, they might never encounter such an opportunity again.

"Flying Dragon Ridge!"

Yang Wuzheng's and Yan Wushuang's eyes widened slightly, disbelief filling their faces.

Their sects had records of it. Flying Dragon Ridge was a place blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth. Even a mortal who entered and gained its fortune could soar into the heavens.

Throughout history, it had been among the finest feng shui sites.

Yet one thing puzzled them: such a blessed place actually lay beside the Primordial Ancient Mine.

Even the greatest fortune would surely be devoured completely by the Primordial Ancient Mine.

This utterly defied reason.

Especially since this place was Barren Land for a thousand miles, devoid of life.

How could such a treasured feng shui site appear here?

"Who could have accomplished something on such a grand scale?"

Both were shaken, yet they too charged toward Flying Dragon Ridge without hesitation.

Whatever the case, this was a blessed place holding immense fortune.

Those wisps of Immortal Radiance, in particular, were surely the greatest opportunity in all history.

"Go!"

Amid the cries of the crowd, figures plunged one after another into Flying Dragon Ridge's black mist.

Carried along by the Tianxuan Saintess, Li Qingyue did not fall behind at all.

They followed the Tianquan Saint, the Yaoguang Holy Son, Yan Wushuang, and Yang Wuzheng inside.

Rumble...

The moment they stepped into the black mist, endless rumbling filled their ears.

Bolts of pitch-black lightning blotted out the sky and sun.

Boundless black mist swirled and spread in every direction.

As far as the eye could see, it was a scene of a world on the verge of destruction.

"Gasp... this blessed place is actually filled with endless destruction?"

The Tianquan Saint trembled, staring around in disbelief.

This was a small world.

At its center stood a colossal mountain, like a pillar supporting the world.

It looked even more like an enormous tomb.

A tomb that held up the heavens and braced the earth.

Hills stood all around it like a dense array of stars, covering almost the entirety of the small world.

They vaguely corresponded to the stars in the sky, absorbing the divine essence of the sun and moon.

Yet at first glance, those hills looked more like low burial mounds.

This was actually a small world formed from countless tombs.

"Gasp... someone arranged this with extraordinary means and reversed its fortune!"

At that moment, even Yang Wuzheng could no longer remain calm. He sucked in a cold breath and cried out.

The six stood at the edge, watching those figures charge like madmen toward the enormous peak at the very center.

The peak was pitch-black, yet wisps of Immortal Radiance shone within it.

It also seemed as though divine source blazing with divine radiance lay buried inside.

That was the center of the small world, the place holding the greatest fortune.

It was also the place everyone wanted to approach.

Yet whenever someone passed one of the little burial mounds, eerie phenomena erupted from within.

Some spewed sinister black winds.

Others shot out strange streams of water.

There were also bolts of pitch-black lightning, almost invariably fatal to the touch.

Even powerful cultivators in the Dragon Transformation realm relying on mighty treasures had their bodies dissolve and their souls scatter in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

Even those mighty treasures were corroded in an instant, losing every trace of luster.

And whenever someone died, the pitch-black lightning in the sky seemed to grow a little denser.

At that moment, everyone seemed to understand at once.

This was no fortune.

Someone had reversed the feng shui, forcibly turning a place of immense fortune into a land of destruction.

Here, only death was eternal.

Once enough people died, a calamity of destruction would erupt, annihilating everything within this small world in an instant.

It would allow the tribulation of destruction to keep transforming and growing stronger.

Until it ultimately fulfilled some purpose.

"Heavens! Who could have done this?"

"This is Flying Dragon Ridge! A place blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth, turned into a land of destruction!"

"We're doomed, doomed... ten deaths and not a chance of life! I should never have come in!"

"No wonder no one ever came out!"

"Anyone who enters this place is doomed! No one can escape."

Cries of alarm rose one after another.

Those voices were filled with despair.

This was a land of destruction, where only destruction and death were eternal.

There could be no path to survival.

"Wait! How did that mad Daoist get out a year ago?"

"That's right! No matter how deadly a place is, there must always be a thread of hope. There has to be!"

"Look at the great mountain in the center!"

"Immortal Radiance is shining there! There must be an exit! Charge if you don't want to die!"

The entire small world erupted into a clamor.

Countless people roared and charged toward the central divine mountain, desperate to survive.

Faintly, they could also see traces left by many others, likewise heading toward the center.

Clearly, these were traces left by those who had entered over the past year.

Suddenly.

Just as everyone roared, the pitch-black lightning in the sky began to churn.

Rumble...

With a thunderous roar, the entire small world seemed to shudder.

The next instant, pitch-black lightning filling the sky gathered above the divine mountain, bearing boundless destruction.

It descended upon the central peak like a black pillar of light.

Boom!

With an earth-shaking collision, the central mountain swayed on the verge of splitting apart, and endless divine light blazed.

Dimly, they seemed to glimpse a mass of divine source the size of a small mountain within the enormous mountain, with endless Immortal Radiance spilling from it.

It fought against the lightning.

But outside the mountain, boundless black lightning spread. Everything it touched was destroyed, leaving not the slightest trace of life.

No one could resist it.

Even the Immortal Radiance was being worn away little by little.

This was a great tribulation of destruction, offering ten deaths and not a chance of life.

"No!"

Suddenly, a furious cry rang out from halfway up the mountain.

The next instant, a figure soared into the sky, a gourd-shaped treasure suffused with Dao Resonance hovering above his head.

Facing the lightning that filled the sky, he unleashed a terrifying aura.

Then he frantically attacked the descending pitch-black lightning, trying to escape.

But in the end, an enormous bolt of pitch-black lightning as thick as a person's waist descended, and both the figure and his treasure burst apart in an instant.

Blood filled the air, staining the central mountain red.

For a moment, the entire world fell silent. Then earth-shaking cries erupted, filled with despair.

"Heavens! That was a Mighty One!"

"One of the Mighty Ones who entered this place before!"

"This place... can actually make a Mighty One spill his blood!"