Chapter 518 - 315: Yan Han’s Path to the Netherworld! Defying Convention!

Such suppression, those two Primordial Qi Seed Realm Qi Warriors of the Fifth Realm earlier, would likely find it difficult even to detach their Primordial Consciousness.

From a hundred meters away, he sensed great danger lurking in the Cold Abyss. Falling in would mean certain doom.

Chu Ming arrived at the head of Yanhan Bridge, investigating meticulously, he could identify the lingering aura of three members from the Yan Clan.

"This bridge..."

His eyes flickered, not rushing to step onto the bridge.

The Cold Abyss exuded a penetratingly dangerous aura, and yet there was a bridge over it.

This bridge seemed like bait, tempting people to walk into the trap of the Cold Abyss.

Rumble...

Occasionally, inside the Cold Abyss, heavy rumblings could be heard, like the sound of some giant entity grinding.

Chu Ming searched around, but besides the bridge, found nothing else.

His Heart Thought moved slightly, a small black Primordial Artifact sword flew out.

This was a low-tier Primordial Artifact, obtained from some Qi Warrior he had slain.

Whish!

The small black Primordial Artifact sword flew into the Cold Abyss, stirring the black mist.

One meter... three meters... ten meters...

The deeper it went into the Cold Abyss, the stronger the invisible suppression became.

The small black sword reached about fifty meters, Primordial Consciousness disconnected, sword lost contact.

"Fifty meters... that’s enough."

The suppression here in the Cold Abyss, even Fifth Realm Primordial Qi Seed Realm Qi Warriors could barely control Primordial Artifacts, let alone use them for flight.

As such, both Qi Warriors and Martial Artists must traverse the icy bridge to cross the Cold Abyss.

But Chu Ming was an exception; his Primordial Consciousness could still extend fifty meters.

This range was enough to find another way.

Primordial Consciousness dispersed, the Elemental Shield Shuttle flew out, splitting into nine to envelop his body.

Chu Ming, clothed in a purple robe and golden armor, wielded the Dragon-slaying Golden Light Saber in his right hand, grasped the Mountain-shaking Bead in his left, and suspended the Extreme Cold Ice Soul Saber in front.

He rose into the air and entered the Cold Abyss. With a step, he dispersed the black mist, which then gathered again as if nothing had happened.

Above the Cold Abyss, black mist shrouded, cold air menacingly approached.

Hovering above, surveying below, the Cold Abyss seemed like a giant beast maw, wanting to devour all in its enigmatic domain.

Suddenly, the mist undulated, revealing two massive shadows.

Roar!

Two Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards stood on either side of Yanhan Bridge, with colossal heads that should not express emotions mysteriously showing confusion as they regarded the black silhouette above the Cold Abyss.

"Trespassers on the bridge, kill without mercy..."

Rumble...

After their dazed state, the two Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards appeared to discern boundary constraints and retreated beneath the Cold Abyss.

Walking in the sky... not crossing the bridge... no need to kill...

Above the Cold Abyss.

Chu Ming spotted the two colossal entities, his heart slightly speeding.

When the two giants manifested black shadows, their intangible pressure caused his heart to leap in fright.

He even retrieved the Water Mirror Ball given by his master Ji Wujiang, threatening the National Guardian Realm.

Fortunately, the giants merely revealed their figures, not attacking.

It was unclear whether they hadn’t detected him or due to other reasons...

But Chu Ming dared not relax, remaining fully vigilant while rapidly increasing flight speed.

As he crossed the abyss, two figures approached the Cold Abyss Origin Shore from afar: Pang Quan and Pang Star of the North Snow Army.

"Brother, this place is extremely strange!" Pang Star furrowed his brow, eyeing the Cold Abyss, "There’s a bridge here, supposedly the Yanhan Bridge."

Pang Quan also looked seriously at the Cold Abyss.

After a moment, he flipped his hand, taking out two treasures emitting red light, handing one to Pang Quan.

"This place should be the Cold Abyss of the Yan Hanling Imperial Mausoleum, and this bridge is the Path to the Netherworld."

"Brother, what is this?" Pang Quan asked about the treasure resembling leaves but exuding a mystical aura.

"This leaf is a red leaf from the Celestial Veil Ancient Tree, bestowed by King Shuo before departure."

"Celestial Veil Ancient Tree?" Pang Quan’s brow lifted, "The National Guardian Tree of the Celestial Veil Kingdom?"

Pang Star nodded.

"King Shuo granted such treasures!"

"Once Qi Blood circulates through, it triggers the Celestial Veil Red Leaf. Be careful, even a full-powered strike from a Marrow Cleansing Realm Perfection cannot breach its defense."

"Cross the bridge!"

"Alright."

"..."

Moments later.

"Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards!"

"Damn!"

"Though the Celestial Veil Red Leaf can withstand the attack, it won’t last long!"

"Run quickly!"

Two fiery silhouettes fled in distress.

...

The far side.

"Phew..."

Having flown out of the Cold Abyss’s range, Chu Ming exhaled, relieved.

He passed through safely despite the danger.

Right then.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A loud noise erupted from the Cold Abyss, shaking the Cold Bridge.

"It must be the North Snow Army experts, arriving quickly."

Chu Ming glanced at the Cold Abyss before turning his gaze ahead, where a magnificent and towering underground palace emerged.

Looking around, he saw no end in sight, seemingly larger than the Imperial City of Qin Capital.

The Sword Gourd Spirit spread out, probing into the Imperial Mausoleum Palace.

"Primordial Consciousness can detect almost five hundred meters now."

The suppression inside the Imperial Mausoleum Palace was not as strong as in the Cold Abyss or its Origin Shore.

Following a brief rest, Chu Ming summoned the Shield Shuttle, enveloping his body, and flew into the Imperial Mausoleum Palace.

...

Deep within the Imperial Mausoleum Palace, inside a concealed chamber.

Yan Huan sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, as precious items used as arm substitutes dispersed into nothingness.

Suddenly, movement occurred at the severed limbs. Upon closer inspection, countless red worms seemed to crawl on the surface.

But they weren’t worms; instead, they were flesh, newly grown.

Not just flesh, bones emerged inch by inch within.

Limb resurrection! True limb resurrection!

Within ten breaths, the entire upper arms had regenerated, and the forearms showed signs of growth—albeit slowing.

Yan Huan appeared elated, throat moved, as if swallowing something.

Soon, the arms began to generate flesh and bones.

Forearms... wrists... palms... fingers...

Until a pair of fully renewed, vibrant hands had grown.

"Unexpected, truly unexpected, the Cyan Lotus Rebirth Pill could remain potent till today!"