Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda

The perilous terrain was one problem, but what troubled him most was the Slaughter Formation here that made his hair stand on end. This Slaughter Formation absolutely surpassed the Great Sage level and touched upon the imperial realm.

Crocodile Ancestor pondered for a long time, only to discover that he could not take a single step inside. Having come this far, he would never turn back. The deity thought of a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body might well be within the formation. He could not abandon his hope of becoming an Immortal!

The harder the road ahead, the more extraordinary it proved to be. He would scale the cliffs and force his way across the abyss, going as far as he could. Perhaps he might even glimpse the ultimate summit. He would enter this Immortal Ascension Ground, no matter what!

"You, go in from here!"

Crocodile Ancestor's voice was bone-chillingly cold. His figure vanished into black mist, and a vast pressure shook all directions. Heaven and earth trembled as sinister demonic energy shrouded the region.

The Dao-Slaying King he singled out immediately felt his heart tighten, but he had no choice. Refusing meant certain death; going forward might still offer a thread of survival.

Besides, the divine medicines among the ten thousand Dragon Head Peaks stirred the heart.

He took out a treasure left behind by his ancestors, a Half-Saint artifact. Under its protection, he cautiously approached Ten Thousand Dragon Mountain. Crocodile Ancestor watched intently from behind. According to his senses, this might be the correct route.

The instant that Dao-Slaying King stepped into the formation, the winds and clouds shifted, and heaven and earth lost their color. Immortal-slaying power interwove through the void. The Dao-Slaying King was pulverized on the spot, and the Half-Saint artifact in his hand was reduced to dust.

Everyone was horrified. Soon, Crocodile Ancestor singled out another person to enter from a different direction.

When the great formation activated earlier, he had keenly caught the clues and calculated a route, so he chose another person to test it.

The chosen man's legs shook, and he nearly fled before even setting off. In the end, he gritted his teeth and walked toward the narrow path beneath the mountain peak.

Just before he reached it, however, he abruptly turned and fled at full speed in another direction, hugging the mountain. He was gambling that Crocodile Ancestor would not dare attack in this vicinity.

Death awaited him either way, so he might as well try.

Crocodile Ancestor indeed did not dare attack the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains directly, but dealing with a mere Dao-Slaying King required little trouble.

"Hmph!"

He snorted coldly. Wisps of terrifying killing intent emerged from his body, utterly oppressive, as though an ancient demon mountain were crashing down.

The fleeing Dao-Slaying King froze like an image captured in a painting. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he died on the spot.

The many Immortal Platform Realm cultivators behind Crocodile Ancestor trembled in terror. Eyes lowered to their noses and minds drawn inward, they huddled like quails, afraid they would be chosen next.

And so, Crocodile Ancestor kept using the Immortal Platform cultivators as expendable scouts and actually made his way into the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains. They moved very slowly. The safe route twisted and wound, extraordinarily intricate.

After an unknown length of time, they reached a stone forest and found a slain Great Sage. His flesh had not withered, but his primordial spirit was gone. His remains still looked lifelike.

Crocodile Ancestor grew even more cautious. This Great Sage had been no weaker than him in life, yet a single wrong step had reduced everything to nothing.

Afterward, Crocodile Ancestor saw two more dead Great Sages. The Earth cultivators following him had already been all but wiped out.

Crocodile Ancestor traveled the remaining road alone. He too shed blood several times within the Slaughter Formation. Before long, he sensed a bone-piercing killing intent. Even with his Great Sage cultivation, he felt a sinister chill.

"An Emperor?!!"

Following the direction of the killing intent, Crocodile Ancestor continued forward and found a shattered corpse among a cluster of rocky mountains. The killing intent came from those fragments of blood and bone.

"A Quasi-Emperor!"

Crocodile Ancestor's mind reeled. A Quasi-Emperor-a figure whose greatness shook antiquity and dazzled the present, the very goal he was still pursuing-had met such a miserable death here.

The next moment, something else caught his eye.

On the path ahead stood a small purple pagoda half a meter tall. Its entire body was translucent as purple diamond, radiating a dreamlike brilliance. An inexplicable aura flowed over it, ancient and majestic. Lines covered its surface like Dao marks carved by gods.

Divine Mark Purple Gold!

The entire little pagoda had been forged from Divine Mark Purple Gold, one of the nine great Immortal Golds, without a trace of any other material. Even ancient sovereigns and Great Emperors would have coveted it.

Unable to suppress his excitement any longer, Crocodile Ancestor reached out with a huge hand, intending to seize the little pagoda.

The next instant, he felt as though even his primordial spirit was about to shatter. A sinister killing intent descended over him, and he hastily withdrew his hand.

"Could it be an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon?"

A Slaughter Formation enveloped the Immortal Ascension Ground, masking its aura, so he could not judge for the moment.

Lured by the possibility of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, he kept approaching the purple pagoda. At last, he saw the source of that world-shaking killing intent.

"Is that Quasi-Emperor blood?"

Bloodstains marked the other side of the purple pagoda. They came from the same source as the Quasi-Emperor who had spilled his blood among the rocky mountains earlier.

Crocodile Ancestor immediately burst into a hearty laugh. Had this been blood shed by a Quasi-Emperor at the height of his power, he would have turned and left without another word.

But that Quasi-Emperor had been dead for at least ten thousand years. The power of these few drops of blood, though imbued with a Quasi-Emperor's killing intent, had greatly diminished. Now he had some confidence that he could claim this astounding treasure.

He attacked at once, unleashing the Heavenly Demon Mystic Art. A hundred thousand scales flew out together, transforming into little swords brimming with sky-high killing intent and stabbing toward the Quasi-Emperor blood.

The Quasi-Emperor blood immediately blazed with light. Killing intent surged forth like an ocean and took solid form, seemingly about to tear the void apart. The instant the scales collided with it, over ten thousand dark-gold scales shattered.

The solidified killing intent resembled a towering Primordial Divine Mountain, bearing down without restraint. Crocodile Ancestor's black-gold armor rang out, releasing hundreds of millions of sword rays that slashed across every direction.

Had a great formation not shrouded the Immortal Ascension Ground, their battle would have been enough to shatter the ancient planet.

The moment that mountain-like killing intent exploded, Crocodile Ancestor's armor burst apart, exposing his arms. Black mist surging beneath his skin condensed into solid scales. His swinging arm raised a shrill howl like wailing ghosts and shrieking gods as it chopped straight toward the Quasi-Emperor blood.

Boom...

Blinding light erupted, and Crocodile Ancestor was hurled backward. He stopped just before flying off the safe path, coughing blood incessantly, yet his face was filled with joy.

He had worn away a tiny portion of the Quasi-Emperor blood.

The Quasi-Emperor blood was like rootless duckweed, with no source to replenish its power. If he persisted, he believed he could successfully grind it away.

Crocodile Ancestor kept unleashing the Heavenly Demon Mystic Art. This was a battle of attrition!

After an unknown length of time, the Quasi-Emperor blood flared brilliantly. Endless killing intent poured out, transforming into a dazzling beam of divine radiance that shot straight toward Crocodile Ancestor.

Even Jiang Zhu, harvesting outside the Emperor Formation, felt a hair-raising surge of killing intent! He looked toward the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains, where resplendent light had appeared!

"Crocodile Ancestor actually made it to the Quasi-Emperor?!!"

In the blink of an eye, every dark-gold scale on Crocodile Ancestor's body shattered, exposing the blood and bone beneath. The divine radiance pressed onward against the vast divine power within him, but ultimately could not sustain itself.

The divine energy within the Quasi-Emperor blood had been exhausted!

By now, all the black mist around Crocodile Ancestor had dispersed, revealing his ravaged body. During the earlier battle, he had nearly been obliterated several times!

Fortunately, he had gathered quite a few medicine kings after entering Kunlun, allowing him to cling to life.

"When I look upon an Emperor, I am truly an ant gazing up at a mighty dragon!!!"

Crocodile Ancestor sighed with emotion, approached the purple pagoda, and examined it closely.

"It's actually an Extreme Dao Original Embryo! What a tremendous blessing!"

Crocodile Ancestor held the Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda in his hands, stroking and turning it over. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

This pagoda had been roughly forged by a Quasi-Emperor and had yet to be engraved with Dao laws. It was simply a perfect weapon embryo. Moreover, it had lain in this Immortal Ascension Ground for over ten thousand years, nourished by boundless immortal energy, and all manner of immortal light wreathed its body.