Burying Ten Million Immortals and Demons

Burying Ten Million Immortals and Demons

The echoes reverberating through the air startled Xia Sheng and his companions, but they couldn't afford any delay. The yellow-haired figure they had surrounded was nothing short of terrifying. The mere wave of his hand had been enough to extinguish the life of a supreme-tier Heavenly Dipper expert who had grasped true intent.

A voice, belonging to a woman from the Forgotten Immortal Tower, broke through the tension. "Fan Miaoyu, use your sound waves to attack," she commanded. Fan Miaoyu nodded, releasing a torrent of formless sound waves. However, when the yellow-haired figure turned his chilling gaze toward her, she froze as if encased in ice. In an instant, his massive palm, crafted from the essence of the earth, descended upon her, pinning her to the ground.

"Bind him!" Xia Sheng's voice roared, and ancient vines materialized, attempting to restrain the yellow-haired figure once more.

Wu Teng, with indomitable determination, soared into the sky and brought his mighty cleaving strike down. Yet again, the yellow-haired figure raised his palms, conjuring a shield of earth essence. Though the axe strike inflicted cracks upon it, the shield held firm.

Qin Wentian advanced, unleashing his true intent of Dreams. The yellow-haired figure paused, his hair dancing in the wind.

Suddenly, with a buzzing sound, the yellow-haired figure let out a roar, extending his hand toward Qin Wentian. To everyone's shock, Qin Wentian's true intent of Dreams failed to affect him. He couldn't draw the figure into the dreamscape, a testament to the yellow-haired figure's immense power.

A deafening rumble shook the atmosphere as sword qi sliced through the heavens. Quinn, clad in white, appeared, riding his sword as if descending from the celestial realm. Illusory figures surrounded him, and torrents of formidable sword qi assailed the yellow-haired figure.

Xia Sheng's rage-fueled command pierced the chaotic scene. The short but formidable Tu Leng stepped forward, summoning his astral nova—a divine pole infused with demon-subduing lightning energy. He stomped the ground, and his stature expanded along with the divine pole. With a thunderous strike, thousands of lightning arcs burst forth, rending everything as they bombarded the yellow-haired figure. The sheer power of the attack left even the immortal trembling in its aftermath.

The yellow-haired figure, undaunted, lifted his head and inhaled deeply, his mouth agape. Astonishingly, he began to devour the destructive energy, causing the earth to quake violently in response.

"DIE!" One of the experts swung a gigantic blood halberd, aiming to crush the yellow-haired figure. The halberd struck its target, impaling the figure. Astonishingly, the figure remained motionless, seemingly unfazed by the attack. He then took a step forward and delivered a powerful punch.

A thunderous boom resonated through the air, causing everyone's hearts to race. In the next moment, a cavity appeared where the halberd-wielding expert's heart should have been. His heart had been obliterated.

Suddenly, the blood-soaked halberd inside the figure disintegrated, replaced by numerous venomous scorpions that swarmed his bloodstream, feasting upon his flesh. The yellow-haired figure's face contorted as his vitality rapidly diminished.

"He's poisoned by the blood halberd! He's done for!" Joy welled up in everyone's hearts. Xucan, a prominent figure of the Sky Poison Valley, was renowned for his mastery of poison. Once his poison took effect, even Heavenly Dipper Realm experts couldn't escape death.

But to their astonishment, the yellow-haired figure's eyes remained as sharp as ever. He glanced at them before raising his head to the sky, emanating a profound sense of desolation.

"Burial Immortal, Burial Immortal, you are so ruthless. So many immortals came to this place to seek your inheritance, yet you buried them all. Why did you bury over ten million immortals and demons? WHY?!" A glimmer of consciousness flickered in the yellow-haired figure's eyes, as if he recalled something from his past. His words struck a chord with everyone present.

Burial Immortal? Was that the title of a formidable being?

Why had he buried over ten million immortals and demons?

Were these immortals also seeking the inheritance? How mighty must the master of this palace be to have buried over ten million of them? No wonder even the sect leader of the Royal Sacred Sect hesitated to enter recklessly.

They realized that this place was more extraordinary than they had ever imagined.

"ATTACK!" Xia Sheng's determination remained unyielding. He led the experts in unleashing a barrage of attacks, fists clashing with the yellow-haired figure. Despite their efforts, the figure appeared impervious to harm.

A potent earthen-yellow aura enveloped him as he locked eyes with their leaders, exuding a presence akin to an unstoppable fiendish deity.

"Ants of the Heavenly Dipper Realm, ridiculous! YOU BURIED ALL OF US AND YET ALLOWED A BUNCH OF ANTS TO THRIVE IN THIS PLACE?! Did you bury us to nurture these ants from the Heavenly Dipper Realm until they could inherit your legacy?" The yellow-haired figure erupted into maniacal laughter, his eyes gleaming with madness.

He refused to believe that so many immortals had come to vie for the inheritance, only to fall into a trap. Most were buried with their cultivation sealed, while others perished. Was it all for the sake of these Heavenly Dipper Realm ants?

Too absurd! An existence like himself became a test for these ants? His cultivation was restricted to this level just to serve as sparring partners to hone these ants in combat?

"If this is your wish, then I'll grant it. I don't know how many years you've waited, but I hope the one you seek will come. I want to witness if these ants, nurtured by your burial of ten million immortals, can truly inherit your boundless magnificence." The yellow-haired figure howled as a beam of earthy-yellow light burst forth from him. His body exploded and transformed into the earth, vanishing completely from the spot.

A devastating, invisible force sent everyone reeling backward. Several individuals coughed up blood, their faces ashen as paper.

Qin Wentian, too, was thrust backward, spewing two mouthfuls of blood. Struggling to his feet, his mind raced as he recalled the words of the yellow-haired figure.

Burying ten million immortals and demons to nurture successors among the Heavenly Dipper Realm ants? Were these immortals and demons mere pawns in the master of the immortal palace's grand scheme?

Ten million formidable beings came here seeking inheritance, only to be annihilated or entombed. Just how powerful was the master of this palace? Surely not on the same level as the sect leader of the Royal Sacred Sect, whose stature seemed insignificant in comparison.

"Swish, swish~!" Several figures dashed toward a radiant ancient rune suspended in the sky.

"Get lost!" Another figure descended and seized the floating ancient rune. The onlookers froze when they saw who it was—Zai Qiu, a member of the Core Faction.

"That ancient rune belongs to Zai Qiu," Xia Sheng declared, prompting resentment among the others. The rune was a priceless immortal item, now in Zai Qiu's hands, and they wouldn't get a share.

"Did something go wrong earlier? Why did that sealed immortal possess intelligence and memories of the past?" Xia Sheng furrowed his brow.

"Is that unusual, Xia Sheng?"

"The sect told us that these buried immortals had forgotten everything. Yet, the yellow-haired figure earlier appeared awake," Xia Sheng continued, "Regardless, even if we don't obtain more treasures, the knowledge we've gained justifies this journey."

Silence fell over the group. As Xia Sheng had pointed out, reporting this to the sect could draw outsiders to the Royal Sacred Region.

"Since we're already here, we can't return empty-handed. With so many of us, we must seize the chance to acquire immortal treasures," Zai Qiu asserted. Others nodded in agreement. "Zai Qiu is right. We can't leave empty-handed."

Xia Sheng glanced at Zai Qiu and nodded. "Very well, let's wait here for the others. I'm sure some haven't arrived yet. But none of us should follow Mo Yong's example. If anyone does, I'll personally ensure their demise."

"Yes, let's wait for Cloud and Loneliness to join us. With their expertise in divine inscriptions, we can better face the buried immortals whose cultivation is restricted to the Heavenly Dipper Realm," an expert added.

Cloud and Loneliness, renowned divine inscriptionist grandmasters, held a pivotal role in this operation. Without them, defeating the buried immortals would prove exceedingly challenging.

"Fan Miaoyu, Wu Teng, it's good to see you both here," Qin Wentian greeted them with a nod. They had arrived a bit later, but escaping the passage unaided was already an impressive feat.

"Fan Miaoyu, you'll be with me," a Royal Sacred Sect expert from the Forgotten Immortal Faction instructed. Fan Miaoyu, a core disciple of their Forgotten Immortal Tower, acknowledged the woman with a polite nod. She turned to Qin Wentian with an apologetic smile. "I'll be in your care, junior."

As the crowd meditated with closed eyes, more people continued to exit the passage, sharing what had transpired within. Cloud and Loneliness had also arrived, promptly setting up a divine inscription formation before an immortal tomb.

Qin Wentian watched them work, creating a complex support-type formation in the shape of a massive golden roc, facing the immortal tomb. Their mastery of divine inscriptions was evident.

After a full day's effort, the Great Golden Roc Formation was complete. This formation harnessed their collective strength, enabling those in designated positions to adjust and borrow each other's power. It was a formidable force, especially with everyone in the formation at the supreme-tier of Heavenly Dipper.

"I'll assign positions," Xia Sheng declared. "Quinn, Sikou, and Qin Wentian, your powerful attacks will place you at the front of the formation.

"Zai Qiu, take your team to the wings, I'll be at the talon, and Fan Miaoyu's group will hold the tail..." Xia Sheng's commands puzzled Qin Wentian. While others may not have grasped Xia Sheng's intentions, Qin Wentian, well-versed in divine inscriptions, discerned the plan from his words.

The front line would confront the immortal's attacks, a highly perilous position. The wings offered nimbleness, the talon was for offense, and the tail launched surprise attacks. The real control of the formation rested with those on the wings.

"If we succeed, who gets the immortal treasures?" Qin Wentian inquired, mindful that he wasn't a Royal Sacred Sect member. He wasn't inclined to face the most danger without reaping any rewards.

"Hmm?" Zai Qiu frowned, giving Qin Wentian a stern look. He responded curtly, "No need for chatter, just follow orders."