The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Yin Jiu You always acts with confidence. Since he said so, Changtian trusts that Chi Wen did not awaken on its own, causing the Teleportation Array to close. And let’s not forget, there’s still Ning Xiaoxian outside. If Chi Wen awoke early, how could that clever girl not send Changtian a warning?

Recalling what they saw inside the coffin, both of them understood immediately and felt indignant: "So this so-called inner palace is not truly the treasure site; it’s still one of the deceptive designs set by the underground palace’s designer!"

Seeing the Earth Evil Gathering Spirit Array dense like spider silk on Chi Wen’s belly, spending a great amount of effort to uncover the secret of opening this inner palace, and encountering the Nine Sons Ghost Mother and the Eightfold Divine Punishment Thunder, who would think this inner palace is fake?

Yet it truly is not, damn it, it’s a dead end, an absolute trap! Changtian and Yin Jiu You were angry but couldn’t help admiring the designer of this underground palace. This time, that fellow’s move was superior, and he solidly trapped the two of them.

It’s estimated that the two touched a restriction, and the entrance to the inner palace had unknowingly closed.

Changtian’s expression changed. He didn’t care about being exposed in front of Yin Jiu You anymore and took out the Demon Eye he wore on his chest, transmitting: "Xiao Xian!"

On the other side, it was quiet and silent; no response could be heard.

He called softly again a few times, but it was the same.

It seems the space is already extremely isolated; otherwise, when he was stationed in the God Demon Prison, he could still use the Demon Eye to communicate with her outside.

Yin Jiu You looked at his face and smiled: "It’s just that the Teleportation Array is closed. It can trap others, but can it really trap us?" He slowly formed a spell with his fingers.

It was his first time casting a spell since entering the inner palace. Interestingly, although he used sinister Soul Power, the starting gesture of the spell gave a feeling of righteousness and brightness, as if infinite light and hope would emerge in the next moment.

This is not strange because delving into the essence of any Divine Power is merely a manifestation of strength. In the so-called 3,000 Great Dao, all paths converge, light and darkness exist together, yin and yang interact—it is the way of the heavens and earth.

As he was about to chant for the spell to take effect, Changtian flicked his finger, and a stream of Divine Power interrupted his spell.

Yin Jiu You was puzzled: "Why did you do that?"

Changtian’s face was grim, and he did not respond.

Yin Jiu You pondered, then understood: "Ah, yes, yes, your cherished one is still outside. You fear that if I destroy this space, the aftershock might harm her?" He looked Changtian up and down, his eyes curious as if he had never seen him before, "Knowing you for so long, how come I’ve never seen you worry so much about a woman, even..."

After all, the Teleportation Array connects directly to Chi Wen’s body. Ning Xiaoxian must also be near it. If Yin Jiu You truly acted to destroy this space, Chi Wen might be smashed to pieces, and even the aftershocks of such Divine Skills could harm her. Changtian knew that this was ultimately the underground palace, not the outside world, and her Protective Gang Qi was already weak. How could she withstand more unforeseen events?

Before he could finish speaking, Changtian interrupted: "There’s no time for idle talk. It’s better to return to that bronze coffin to search for clues." He stared at Yin Jiu You coldly, "We’ll settle this score once we’re out."

Though he spoke indifferently, he was actually burning with urgency, not for himself but because he suddenly felt extremely uneasy, not due to his own entrapment but worrying for Ning Xiaoxian outside. At his level of cultivation, any significant impulse was purposeful; he needed to escape quickly. If this sudden impulse pertained to her, he would rather let Yin Jiu You go for now.

Inside the tomb, the light remained dim, yet it didn’t hinder what the two saw.

The one lying here was certainly not a king of the ancient barbarian tribe because, due to the dense Evil Qi, the corpse in the bronze coffin retained its twisted facial expression vividly. Both Changtian and Yin Jiu You recognized this face, and even if they didn’t, they could deduce from the scene with the person’s hands trapped in the green chains that he died in the coffin unwillingly.

On the heavy coffin lid were a few crooked words scratched out with the person’s fingernails in a desperate effort. The script carried black stains, evidently congealed blood. Correspondingly, both of the person’s fingernails were broken, with dried blood stains still visible.

These words today are considered arcane and obscure, but to Changtian and Yin Jiu You, reading them posed no obstacle because it was the Ancient Barbaric Language! Translated into today’s common language, these words, even with the most euphemistic expression, mean: "Yin Wushang, I curse your ancestors eighteen generations deep, may you fall into Abyss Hell after death, suffer the torment of Karmic Fire burning your soul day and night, and never receive the protection of the barbarian ancestor for eternity!"