As Yang Zhen entered the depths of the Mo North Abyss, he suddenly heard a series of exclamations from his surroundings. He hurriedly looked around and was immediately startled.
"Damn it, what kind of place is this? Is it hell?"
The Mo North Abyss was incredibly deep, and everyone was so focused on getting inside before the Death Zhi returned that they didn't even notice how long they had been flying downwards.
Now that they had entered the Mo North Abyss and were able to see their surroundings clearly, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
The environment was gloomy and deathly silent, with a dark, billowing mass in the air, like endless black mist churning and roaring in mid-air. Purple lightning flashed up and down from time to time, creating towering waves of air that were utterly terrifying.
The surroundings seemed devoid of any life, consisting entirely of dull, dark reddish-brown stones, as if soaked in blood for millennia, exuding an unbearable stench.
Especially on the ground, among the jagged rocks, the largest stone is over a thousand feet in size, towering into the sky, blood red in color, and there is even a lot of blood red liquid flowing down.
On the ground, puddles of water, resembling lava, gurgled and bubbled, and the black mist rose from these puddles.
This is a world unto itself, filled with an atmosphere reminiscent of hell and the underworld.
"What... what kind of place is this?!"
Peak Master Mo greatly shocked, his eyes flashing with surprise and uncertainty. Who could have imagined that there was such a terrifying place in the extremely cold North Isle, isolated from the world by the endless Death Zhi of the Mo North Abyss?
If they hadn't broken in this time, no one would have known that such a strange world existed beneath the Mo North Abyss!
In the far distance, a vast and desolate ruin lies, with broken walls and Elder Gu buildings exuding a profound and mysterious aura that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who sees it.
Countless people were stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the flying boats and rushed towards the broken walls and ruins. No matter how much the people around them shouted to stop them, no one stopped, as if they had fallen into madness.
boom--!
With a deafening roar, Holy Son Lin, piloting his Iron Armor, plunged into the Mo North Abyss. His body trembled violently as he stared intently at Yang Zhen aboard the Heavenly Peak, before hurtling rapidly toward the ruins.
"A site from the ancient era! This is a site from the ancient era!"
Someone exclaimed, and Yang Zhen could hear the excitement and exhilaration in their voice.
The ruins from the Shang Dynasty are so well preserved, and they are located deep in the Mo North Abyss, which means that no one has entered this place since it was destroyed.
In this case, all the traditions of the site must still exist, and there is definitely more than one tradition within it.
The heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and even Cultivation Method arts techniques, that were left uncollected after the great battle is probably countless!
Just how powerful must a force be to possess such a terrifying ruin?
Yang Zhen had never imagined that a power could possess such a massive ruin. Even a large city on the blue planet probably didn't have such a vast area.
Everyone rushed towards the ruins like madmen. Clearly, whoever was the first to enter the ruins would have the best inheritance and the most precious treasures of heaven and earth.
At this point, the tens of thousands of cultivators no longer distinguished by sect. Even among fellow disciples, they were simply separated; anyone around them was a competitor.
On the Heavenly Peak, the Shameless Cat gasped, his expression strange as he looked at the terrifying ruins, his eyes flashing with suspicion and uncertainty.
Yang Zhen glanced at the Shameless Cat and decided that he would never rush over now. Damn it, if there was no danger, the Shameless Cat would probably run faster than anyone else. Now the bastard looked completely bewildered, as if he had remembered something, or as if he was stuck in a memory and couldn't pull himself out. Something was obviously wrong.
Sure enough, Elder Qian's voice suddenly came, as loud as a bell, booming and deafening, like the roar of the heavens.
"Everyone, stop!"
Rumble!
The sound, like rolling thunder, swept across the heavens and earth. Yang Zhen was certain that even Holy Son Lin, who was at the very front, could hear Elder Qian's words, and hear them very clearly. It was only because the Iron Armor had good soundproofing that the bastard wasn't deafened.
But no one listened to Elder Qian. Even Holy Son Lin burst into speed again with a boom. Although he was the last to enter, he had already rushed to the front.
Seeing this, the others cursed Holy Son Lin angrily and increased their speed.
Riding flying swords, perched on throwing knives, hanging from sticks, and all sorts of other flying machines, they all rushed madly toward the ruins.
Seeing Holy Son Lin take the lead and rush to the side of the ruins with a bang, Yang Zhen's eyes widened instantly. He stared intently at Holy Son Lin without blinking. If there was danger, then everyone had waited for the right thing. If there was no danger, with Yang Zhen's current speed and the Iron Armor Version 1.0, he could catch up with everyone in just one or two breaths, and even get ahead of Holy Son Lin.
All the cultivators who hadn't yet rushed forward stood on the flying boat, staring dumbfounded as Holy Son Lin laughed heartily and maneuvered his Iron Armor into the ruins.
The next moment, everyone present changed their expressions drastically, especially the Second Clan Elder of the Ke Clan. This old man ran very fast and was one of the first cultivators to arrive at the ruins after Holy Son Lin.
Amidst the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, the Second Clan Elder suddenly roared, "Holy Son, be careful!"
Buzz--!
A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth. Suddenly, a blood-red light erupted from where Holy Son Lin was, and a beam of light descended from the sky at such a speed that no one could see where it came from.
By the time everyone could clearly see the red light, Holy Son Lin had already let out a scream.
boom--!
The red light fell on Holy Son Lin, Holy Son Lin was immediately shaken violently. A hysterical scream rang out as his entire left arm, along with his Iron Armor, flew off with a whoosh, spurting blood that sprayed onto the face of the Second Clan Elder who rushed up.
Everyone was terrified and tried to stop, but running was easy, but stopping was not so simple.
A group of people, like moths to a flame, hurriedly turned around but still rushed towards the ruins, creating a bizarre scene.
Countless people, with their buttocks sticking out, stumbled backward into the ruins with a whoosh. Then, a flash of red light streaked through the air. The cultivators with broken arms and legs were the luckiest among them. Most of the cultivators were pierced through the body, and some unlucky ones were even pierced through the head by the red light, dying instantly and falling to the ground with a thud. They bounced twice towards the ruins before lying motionless on the ground.
Rumble--!
A series of violent tremors came, as if the earth was shaking. The atmosphere in the air became unusually ferocious. Waves of red energy burst out from the air around the ruins, forming an enormous light curtain that enveloped the entire ruins.
"Mountain Protection Formation!"
Elder Qian exclaimed in shock, saying, "So many years have passed, and the protective mountain formation is still there... what exactly is this place?"
"Dig the grass!"
The Shameless Cat suddenly let out a strange cry, looked at Yang Zhen with a bizarre expression, and said, "Kid, we've probably come here for nothing this time!"