Chapter 683 - 668: Entering Yumu Cave Blessed Land

Shen Lang had already demonstrated his tyrannical strength and domineering style back in the Imperial Capital.

In addition to the full support of the Three Sect Ancestors from the Imperial Dragon Sect and the others, he had a Zombie Emperor, Duanmu Xie, as his greatest backer.

Even a Spirit Copper Level Influence like White Bone Hall could only swallow their loss after he killed their Sect Leader and son, and then stole their "Demon Seal"... At most, they could only plot against him in the shadows.

Black Heaven Castle, eager to curry favor, was already showing intense hostility toward the Profound Dao Sect before they had even entered the Yumu Cave Blessed Land. They even brazenly provoked the members of the Xiu Hua Sect with their lewd gazes. They were simply tired of living!

In a fit of rage, Shen Lang sent out a blast of Divine Thought. With a BOOM, he sent the group of Black Heaven Castle disciples flying, leaving them in a chaotic and miserable state.

This drew gloating laughter from the members of the other Sects.

How could Martial Artists below the King Martial Realm withstand such a powerful Divine Thought assault from Shen Lang?

If Shen Lang hadn’t wanted to avoid killing these people in a place like this, that single blast of Divine Thought could have practically turned them all into idiots!

With this farce, the originally quiet and eerie canyon finally gained a bit of life.

The few old geezers from Black Heaven Castle looked at Shen Lang’s murderous gaze and couldn’t help but shudder.

’Damn it, he’s not just making verbal threats. He really intends to kill us!’

They could tell from Shen Lang’s gaze that if the people from Black Heaven Castle provoked him again, they would likely all be eliminated before they even entered the Yumu Cave Blessed Land!

They didn’t know if others would dare to do such a thing, but that madman Shen Lang absolutely would!

Inside the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, King Martial Realm experts were forbidden from attacking Martial Artists below their realm in the common areas. The only exception was in neutral zones.

This was a Rule of the Yumu Cave Blessed Land trials.

But out here, it was a different story...

"We’ll just wait and see!"

One of the old geezers from Black Heaven Castle shot Shen Lang a gloomy look, forcibly swallowed his anger, and sat back down.

"Oh, how impressive. Truly domineering! If you have the guts, be domineering with your own power. What kind of hero brings a few stinking Zombies along?"

As expected, Xue Dangdang’s sarcastic voice piped up from the side.

Shen Lang raised an eyebrow and said lazily, "When did I ever say I was a hero?"

"..." Xue Dangdang was dizzy with anger. "You... You’d better hope I don’t run into you in the Yumu Cave Blessed Land! Otherwise, I will absolutely not let you off! I definitely won’t show any mercy again!"

Watching Xue Dangdang’s flustered and exasperated expression, the three years they had spent together in Celestial Phoenix City once again flashed before Shen Lang’s eyes.

Shen Lang, who had intended to joke around with Xue Dangdang, opened his mouth and said, "It’s the opposite for me. I hope I do run into you in the Yumu Cave Blessed Land... If I miss you and can’t find you, what am I supposed to do?"

"..."

How could Xue Dangdang have expected such a drastic shift in Shen Lang’s tone?

He had spoken such cheesy words, the kind exchanged between lovers, in front of so many people without even blushing or his heart skipping a beat!

For a moment, she stood there dumbfounded, unable to react for a long while.

The entire crowd was silent for a moment, then a group of younger disciples suddenly erupted in laughter!

Some laughed heartily, some whistled, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

’These young people nowadays, really...’

The old-timers from the various Sects blinked, and without exception, chose to close their eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

"You shameless bastard! I’ll kill you!"

Xue Dangdang’s face was flushed red. She cursed in a fluster, but no longer dared to face Shen Lang and immediately sat down.

Meanwhile, Chu Qingcheng peeked out and gave Shen Lang a thumbs-up.

The group beside him all gave Shen Lang a thumbs-up, winking and nudging each other. Only Nalan Ziyun was pouting and rolling her eyes hard.

"What?" Shen Lang rolled his eyes.

"Nothing," Chu Qingcheng grinned.

"Go cool off somewhere else."

"It’s fine, I’m not hot."

"..."

「Two hours later.」

The dozen or so experts with immense auras, who had been sitting on White Jade Pillows, all stood up at the same time and slowly floated into the air.

These dozen or so people belonged to the Imperial Dragon Sect, Li Hen Sect, and Flower Sect.

Leading them were none other than Shark’s Kiss, Nangong Yan, and Shangguan Feiyue.

The rest were all at the Middle to Late Stage of the King Martial Realm. The sheer scale of this formation was unprecedented.

The time had come. It was finally time to enter the Yumu Cave Blessed Land.

Everyone else also stood up, watching the dozen or so elders in the air with a hint of excitement.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the trio of Shark’s Kiss, Nangong Yan, and Shangguan Feiyue took a step forward in unison in the air. They extended their right hands, palms up, and lifted them slightly. With three flashes of light, three Secret Treasures slowly materialized in their hands.

Shark’s Kiss held a pitch-black, lusterless Ancient Stele, less than a foot long and shaped like a brick.

The Ancient Stele was inscribed with complex and intricate runes, and faint traces of countless sword and saber strikes were visible. A single glance at it would inexplicably give one a feeling of mountainous weight in their heart.

In Nangong Yan’s hand was a diamond-shaped Purple Copper Mirror. Its surface shone with a dazzling brilliance, wreathed in divine light. One look was enough to know it was no ordinary item.

And in Shangguan Feiyue’s hand was a Short Sword that seemed to be neither metal nor wood.

The style of the Short Sword was extremely ancient, giving off an unfathomable aura.

BUZZ!

Before everyone’s eyes, Shark’s Kiss extended his hands, causing the Ancient Stele to float between his palms. It began to spin rapidly, kicking up a ring of profound and mysterious mist.

At the same time, Shark’s Kiss was continuously muttering some profound and obscure Magic Formulas.

Multi-colored characters immediately began to pour out from the originally simple and unadorned Ancient Stele.

As soon as these golden characters appeared, they immediately enveloped the Ancient Stele. A profound, mysterious, heavy, and solid aura was instantly released from it.

It was an ancient, weathered aura, as if from primordial times, causing the hearts of everyone from the various Sects to tremble slightly.

Shark’s Kiss pulled his hands apart and then thrust them forward!

The Ancient Stele, wrapped in thousands of characters, shot out with a WHOOSH, transforming into a black streak of light and smashing toward the waterfall ahead!

The thunderous crash that people expected never came...

The moment the black Ancient Stele touched the waterfall, a faint curtain of light appeared out of thin air, blocking the stele!

The light curtain shuddered violently, and ripples spread across its surface.

At that moment, the thousands of characters on the black Ancient Stele converged into Spiritual Lines, merged into the light curtain, and then spread outwards like a spiderweb.

The previously calm light curtain suddenly began to vibrate intensely. The water from the waterfall was carried by a strange force, continuously scattering away.

Then, as if it had never happened, this strange phenomenon vanished without a trace!

The entire light curtain grew still.

"Hey, look!"

Someone had finally noticed something strange.

After the violently fluctuating light curtain calmed down, the small Ancient Stele had become completely embedded within it, as if it were a part of the curtain itself!

And in two other places on the light curtain, countless characters had formed two indentations.

One indentation was shaped like a Short Sword, and the other was diamond-shaped!

Just then, Nangong Yan and Shangguan Feiyue acted in unison, throwing out the Magical Treasures they had prepared.

The Short Sword from Shangguan Feiyue’s hand and the Purple Copper Mirror from Nangong Yan’s hand released a flash of light and fit perfectly into the two indentations on the light curtain, a seamless match!

At this time, the formation of the dozen or so people floating in the air changed. Many of them began to weave in and out, their hands fluttering as they continuously cast Magic Formulas at the light curtain.

Streaks of multi-colored Spirit Light shot toward the light curtain.

The three Secret Treasures on the light curtain simultaneously released a blinding light, sending out Spiritual Lines that connected with one another!

DONG!

It sounded as if someone had struck a heavy drum.

The blinding light dissipated, and the light curtain, along with the three Secret Treasures on it, vanished without a trace.

In its place was a massive, circular object that looked like a Teleportation Gate...

"The gate to the Yumu Cave Blessed Land is open! All Sects, enter in an orderly fashion!"

Nangong Yan announced majestically from the air.

The surrounding crowd began to buzz with excitement. Following the predetermined order, the Sects, young and old alike, headed toward the Teleportation Gate.

...

The moment he stepped through the gate of the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, Shen Lang felt a wave of dizziness. When he regained his senses, he was already in an unfamiliar place.

According to the information Shen Lang had, upon entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, everyone would be scattered. The still-active Moving Arrays inside would instantly teleport them to various corners of the Blessed Land.

With a thought, tiny Scales flew up, and in an instant, the Xingtian Battle Armor was donned.

Just then, a cold and somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind Shen Lang. "Your Cultivation has already reached this level, yet you’re still so afraid of dying?"

Tang Yiyi walked over slowly from behind, carrying a Longsword.

Shen Lang scanned his surroundings and found himself in a pile of rubble.

The rubble pile was several hundred square meters in area. On one side of it, the grass grew taller than a person, while the other side was a patch of bluish-black, rotting ground with murky puddles that constantly bubbled.

A few unknown, colossal trees pierced the Azure Vault.

The Spiritual Qi in the air was extremely abundant, but it was mixed with an unpleasant, pungent smell.

In the distance, a pool about a hundred zhang wide was bubbling. This unpleasant, pungent smell was coming from that pool.

"Whether one is afraid of death has nothing to do with one’s Cultivation level. Being cautious and being afraid of death are not the same thing," Shen Lang said as he walked forward without turning his head. "In a place like this, any kind of danger can appear. Letting your guard down is suicide."

"Hmph..." Annoyed that her one sentence had elicited a long lecture from Shen Lang, but not knowing how to respond, Tang Yiyi could only let out a cold snort.

However, despite her annoyance, Tang Yiyi also put on a suit of silver Scale Armor and silently followed behind Shen Lang.

After a few steps, seeing that Shen Lang wasn’t speaking anymore, Tang Yiyi pursed her lips and said, "The Decaying Leaf Pool is in the southwest corner of the Yumu Cave Blessed Land. Centered around a deep pool a hundred-odd zhang wide, it covers a radius of over ten li. It’s about eight hundred li from our designated meeting point."

"Are you planning to go directly to the Third Floor, or..."

As she said this, a trace of panic flickered in Tang Yiyi’s eyes, and she glanced at Shen Lang’s back with a hint of anticipation.

Because Shen Lang’s Cultivation had broken through to the King Martial Realm and he wanted to go to the Third Floor to uncover the secrets of the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, the plan they had originally made was now void. Chu Qingcheng had taken Shen Lang’s designated role in the Blessed Land.

But Tang Yiyi herself didn’t understand why she had asked that question at that moment.