Legend of Wyatt

"Wade, is it possible that those people I killed earlier had Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign before entering the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm?"

After witnessing the difference between a Royal-grade Immortal Artifact nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign and a general King Grade Immortal Artifact, Wyatt Barnes thought of his previous pile of spoils.

"Of course, it’s possible."

Francis Yellow nodded, "In the past, when the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm opened, some forces that recommended top-ranking Upper Immortals to enter often received Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign directly from the three sects and two clans."

"For ordinary forces within the Mystic Abyss Mansion, Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign are rare and hard to come by... But for a Grade Seven force like the three sects and two clans, which have close ties with Mystic Abyss Mansion, such artifacts, though rare, are not unattainable."

Francis Yellow said.

"This time, almost all the Upper Immortals entering the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm are from Grade Eight forces... and some Grade Eight forces do possess Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts nurtured by Immortal Sovereigns. Even our Autumn Holding Kingdom’s royal family has some."

At this point, Francis Yellow paused and then continued, "As far as I know, this time, when entering the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm, His Majesty even gave a Royal-grade Immortal Artifact nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign to the Fourth Prince, Ezequiel Cruz."

"Hmm."

Wyatt Barnes nodded. Francis Yellow’s words undoubtedly dispelled some of his notions.

After witnessing the gap between the giant sword he held and ordinary King Grade Immortal Artifacts, he wanted to confirm if among his previously acquired spoils, there were similar Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts nurtured by an Immortal Sovereign.

If so, they should have been obtained by those people in the lower realm of the South Heaven’s Ancient Realm, unknown to their backing forces.

In such a case, even if those King Grade Immortal Artifacts were exposed, their backing forces couldn’t trace them back to him, Wyatt Barnes.

Of course, this was Wyatt Barnes’s belief before he consulted with Francis Yellow.

After inquiring, he realized that his idea was impractical.

"It seems those Royal-grade Immortal Artifacts cannot see the light of day... unless it can be confirmed which artifacts were acquired after entering the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm."

"But, that’s almost impossible... After all, they are now all dead."

Feeling it was a bit of a pity, Wyatt Barnes didn’t dwell on the matter. After storing the giant sword in his Storage Ring, he gestured for Francis Yellow to leave the Sword Tomb cave together.

Upon exiting the Sword Tomb cave and crossing the formation between the Sword Tomb and the lake water, Wyatt Barnes sensed the vibrations coming from behind.

"It actually... collapsed?"

Turning back, Wyatt Barnes saw the Sword Tomb had collapsed, the sword-shaped stone tablet by the ruined door buried beneath heaps of rubble.

Simultaneously, the formation that separated the Sword Tomb from the lake also disappeared, with the lakewater sweeping out, engulfing the now-ruined Sword Tomb.

"In general, when the fortuitous opportunities within an opportunity site are taken, the site will self-destruct."

Noticing Wyatt Barnes’s surprise, Francis Yellow explained.

Although this was also Francis Yellow’s first time in the lower realm of South Heaven’s Ancient Realm and he hadn’t encountered many opportunity sites before today, he had at least heard about them, even if he hadn’t experienced them personally.

"Hmm."

Wyatt Barnes nodded, then left the underwater area with Francis Yellow, departing from the lake.

Once out of the lake, they continued heading towards the ’Immortal Sovereign’s Palace’ as guided.

...

The Seven Deadly Lands, in the realms of the heavens, are entities that invoke terror just by mention.

It is said that even if a Heavenly Emperor of a heavenly realm enters any of the Seven Deadly Lands, it’s a struggle for life and death, and possibly a guaranteed death!

Even the least hazardous among the Seven Deadly Lands causes dread in the realms of the heavens.

Even the mightiest Heavenly Emperors of the realms of the heavens dare not easily venture into the last-ranked of the Seven Deadly Lands.

Asura Hell, in terms of danger, ranks ’fourth’ among the Seven Deadly Lands in the realms of the heavens.

In Asura Hell, there is no day or night.

The only constant is an endless bloody night.

In some sense, Asura Hell is a standalone realm, much smaller than the realms of the heavens but comparable in size to the Domain of the Gods.

Upon entering Asura Hell, one discovers that the sky is blood-red, the earth is blood-red, and even the air between heaven and earth is filled with a strong scent of blood.

In fact, even without entering Asura Hell, the area around its entrance is blood-red.

"Kill!"

Near the entrance to Asura Hell, with a roar, a blood-soaked middle-aged man leapt into the air to face a blood-red giant python rushing from afar.

The python’s entire body was blood-red, covered in blood-red scales. Its length was over a hundred meters, its robust body intimidating to behold, its eyes crimson red, and its opened maw bristled with sharp fangs.

It raced like lightning, darting straight for the blood-soaked middle-aged man, its gaping mouth emitting a bloody aura, as if intent on devouring the man whole.

In an instant, man and python passed by one another.

The middle-aged man deftly dodged the python’s gaping mouth, his giant axe cleaving through the air, coming down on the python’s forehead, cleaving its head into two halves.

BAM!!

The next moment, the python’s already swinging hefty tail struck the middle-aged man, sending him flying.

"Wow——"

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, his body flew backward and smashed onto the ground, in a sorry state, yet his face was full of a twisted smile.

"Finally got rid of it..."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes towards the distance, where the gigantic python over a hundred meters long had fallen with a thud, completely silent.

Suddenly.

Boom!!

Rumble!!

...

Hearing the commotion in the distant air, the middle-aged man instinctively looked up, gazing toward the distant void, only to see a massive silhouette approaching ever closer.

"This is... the Nether Blood Eagle?"

When he clearly saw the massive silhouette sweeping through the air was a giant eagle with blood-red, blade-like wings all over, the middle-aged man’s heart trembled.

The next moment, his gaze shifted downward, landing on the eagle’s talons, vaguely seeing a few blood-red scales left on them.

"Could it be... that the injured red blood python I just killed, was its prey?"

The red blood python, was precisely the giant python just killed by the middle-aged man.

If not for that red blood python being heavily injured in the first place, otherwise, with his mere cultivation of Seven Stars Immortal Emperor, even though he comprehended considerable law rule mysteries, he could never kill this red blood python with the cultivation of the Nine Palaces Immortal Emperor.

The red blood python, having grown to the Nine Palaces Immortal Emperor level, its comprehension of law rule mysteries naturally wouldn’t be inferior.

"Judging by the speed of this Nether Blood Eagle... it’s likely also a Nine Palaces Immortal Emperor level existence!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man saw the Nether Blood Eagle’s form flash, leaving only a blood-colored afterimage before his eyes, causing his mouth to curl into a bitter smile.

In the next moment, feeling the impending surge of a bloody smell, the middle-aged man hopelessly closed his eyes.

He knew well that, not to mention his current injured state, even in his peak condition, he could not possibly be a match for the Nether Blood Eagle.

The Nether Blood Eagle wanted to kill him, he had only one choice:

Await death!

Yet, after a moment, the death he imagined did not arrive, and even the overpowering bloody smell suddenly vanished.

"With your cultivation, lingering near the entrance of this Asura Hell is purely seeking death, retreat swiftly."

A faint voice reached him, causing the middle-aged man to instinctively open his eyes.

Boom!!

And as he opened his eyes, he saw on the open ground not far in front of him, the previously vigorous Nether Blood Eagle now lay transformed into a carcass.

Upon closer inspection, its brow had been pierced, also the fatal wound.

Additionally, the Nether Blood Eagle’s whole body was riddled with wounds, blood dripping, as if pierced by ten thousand arrows...

The faintly sharp aura of law rule mysteries spread out, causing the middle-aged man’s heart to tighten abruptly.

"This is... the Law of Destruction?!"

The next moment, the middle-aged man’s gaze froze, looking towards the sword-wielding figure who gradually grew distant, turning into a small black dot, he shouted aloud: "Thank you, senior, for saving my life!"

"May I know the esteemed name of senior, if future opportunity arises, I shall endeavor with all my might, to repay this great kindness!"

Even injured, the middle-aged man’s cultivation was sufficient to discern the small black dot as a young figure’s back.

Yet, he dared not underestimate the other due to his youthful appearance.

Anyone who could instantaneously kill a Nether Blood Eagle, was most likely a ’Ten Directions Immortal Emperor’ level existence, and one with very strong comprehension of law rule mysteries.

"If you wish to repay, help me make a trip to a secular plane called ’Holy Domain Plane’, find a young man named ’Wyatt Barnes’... Once you locate him, take him directly to the Vanished Heaven’s Imperial Palace."

Under the middle-aged man’s gaze, the sword-wielding figure turned his head, revealing a youthful, handsome yet stern and solemn face.

"Also... I am called Breezy Wind."

At these words, the young man turned his head back, and the sword-wielding figure disappeared completely in front of the middle-aged man.

"Bree... Breezy Wind?!"

As the young man vanished from sight, the middle-aged man’s pupils contracted, his face changed dramatically, "Isn’t this the name of the former Heavenly Emperor of Vanished Heaven?"

"Wasn’t the former Heavenly Emperor hunted down into that Asura Hell, perished and his path and essence dissolved?"

"He... he didn’t die!"

The middle-aged man gasped.

Though not a native of Vanished Heaven, he had heard the legends of the former Heavenly Emperor, knowing that he was a remarkably gifted and terrifying individual.

"Judging by what he just said, he’s planning to return to Vanished Heaven, to take charge of the Imperial Palace!"