Chapter 1595: I Felt the Call

Chapter 1595: Chapter 1595: I Felt the Call

At the edge of the universe, at the site of the massive rift, the demon army no longer surged forth.

However, deep within the rift, a colossal being seemed to be slowly awakening.

The giant moved its finger slightly, causing the surrounding black fog to churn violently.

Its body was vast, a single hand was as large as a small world.

The body moved slightly, but after a moment returned to silence.

It was as if the scene just witnessed was an illusion, everything had not occurred.

Only the increasingly enlarged rift proved that everything had indeed happened.

At the location of the Immortal Realm Gate, people continuously broke through the void, surging towards it.

Yang Yan and others were also now before the Immortal Realm Gate.

Ao Tian’s playful expression was fully retracted, replaced by an expression of solemnity.

Not far from them, a cultivator riding a Qilin Beast emitting flames all over its body, crowned with a purple-gold crown, donning Cloud-Stepping Boots, a sword emanating sword qi hanging at his waist, flew towards the Immortal Realm Gate.

He radiated a bloodthirsty aura, his cultivation reached the pinnacle of the Saint Realm, with a faint presence of Immortal Qi surrounding him.

Gradually, Yang Yan’s expression also became extremely heavy.

As time passed, many powerful entities continued to arrive.

Someone broke through the void, holding a Heaven-Opening Axe, crushing stars as he fled into the Immortal Sect.

Another person held a green-skinned gourd, shrouded in Chaos Qi, continuously pouring Immortal Elixir into his mouth, sailing a small boat towards the Immortal Sect.

Ao Tian spoke gravely: "It seems this place is destined to become a trouble spot. Though it was anticipated that All Heavens and Myriad Races would send personnel here, never did we expect so many powerful entities."

Yang Yan’s heart sank; the Daoist Immortal Pool incubated Treasure Liquid, capable of healing the wounds of the Dao, aiding the Immortal Emperor in arising from slumber.

Those Immortal Emperors undoubtedly knew Treasure Liquid existed within the Immortal Realm; these must be the backup plans laid by those Immortal Emperors and other Great Powers thousands of years ago.

To ensure a powerful resurgence for future generations and dominion over all.

However, the peculiar thing was why the Celestial Pride List hadn’t directed these cultivators to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Yang Yan was puzzled, saying solemnly: "Since we are here, returning empty-handed would let them seize Treasure Liquid, which is obviously unreasonable."

"If we ultimately cannot obtain Treasure Liquid, even should it be destroyed, we must not leave it for future enemies."

The two nodded gravely and, along with Yang Yan, rushed into the Immortal Sect.

Upon initially arriving at the Immortal Realm, Yang Yan and others were stunned by the sight before them.

The Immortal Realm was not as they had imagined, covered in Immortal Elixir, countless Spiritual Springs, with numerous powerful cultivators flying in the sky.

What they saw were numerous ruins scattered over desolate land.

Those edifices may once have had powerful arrays guarding them, but after tens of thousands of years, they had long vanished completely.

Ao Tian exclaimed: "How did the Immortal Realm come to this? Isn’t it said that the Immortal Realm was extremely prosperous, filled with countless Immortal Birds, strong beings everywhere? Why has it become so desolate now?"

Yang Yan remained silent, himself plunged into confusion.

By his side, Lin Zimu’s gaze sharpened, suddenly saying: "Carefully perceive the space within the Immortal Realm."

The two started, probing the void with their spiritual sense, perceiving carefully.

After a moment, the three exchanged glances with unhidden shock in their eyes.

Within the Immortal Realm’s space, countless terrifying space fissures permeated it.

Those fissures coursed with blood-red lightning!

Furthermore, they contained Void Fire terrifying even to Yang Yan and others.

Some fissures even held dismembered limbs drifting within.

As Yang Yan and others probed with their spiritual sense, it felt as if countless daggers were stabbing their spiritual sense.

As their spiritual sense explored, a finger seemed to come to life.

The finger moved lightly, and the surrounding space transformed into nothingness.

Along with the space, so too did the spiritual sense of Yang Yan and others vanish.

It was the remnant body of an Immortal Emperor!

Yang Yan’s heart sank as he voiced his conjecture.

"I’m afraid the Immortal Realm was once very prosperous, later somehow, the conflicts between Immortal Emperors devastated this space. Influenced by the Immortal Emperor’s Origin, the Immortal Realm no longer retains its former glory."

The group nodded faintly and flew towards the distant ruins.

What Yang Yan and others found within the ruins further affirmed their conjecture.

The ruins contained eternal blood, emitting soft light.

But as they approached, the blood seemed affected by their aura, erupting terrifying killing intent.

Fortunately, their strength was not weak, so they were unharmed.

Ao Tian wiped cold sweat from his forehead, saying thankfully, "Luckily, much of the power within this blood has drained away with time. But even so, any ordinary Saint Realm cultivator would have likely perished here."

Lin Zimu sensed for a moment, then said solemnly: "This is likely not the blood of a True Immortal. I sensed a trace of weak Power of Origin within; it’s likely the blood of an Immortal Monarch."

A True Immortal can begin sensing the Power of Origin; an Immortal Monarch can grasp a sliver, embedding it in attacks; ordinary True Immortals wouldn’t withstand a single move from them.

Once an Immortal Monarch fully masters Origin, he can become an Immortal Emperor.

However, achieving the status of Immortal Emperor is exceptionally difficult.

Moreover, if an Immortal Emperor masters Origin, then no one else can master the same Origin.

Furthermore, in comprehending Origin, should one err in their path, they will return to the earth.

This has led to some eras where Immortal Emperors outnumber Immortal Monarchs significantly.

Yang Yan and others casually picked a direction, transforming into a streak of light flying towards the distance.

Suddenly, Lin Zimu reacted, summoning Yang Yan and the others as he flew toward a distant ruin.

Yang Yan and others hurried to catch up with Lin Zimu, quickly asking, "What happened."

Lin Zimu frowned in silence, moments later a flicker of joy swept his eyes, excitedly said: "I sensed a call."

Yang Yan initially didn’t understand, but quickly realized that Lin Zimu’s sword intent soared, likened to Hidden World within mundane Red Dust, a swordsman refining his sword intent through tribulations.

There possibly lay a supreme sword, resonating with Lin Zimu’s sword intent, calling out.

Yang Yan cast a questioning look at Lin Zimu, who nodded affirmatively.

Yang Yan’s eyes revealed a hint of envy.

He thought subsequently that he already had the World-Ending Demon Spear along with multiple Great Powers’ legacies, what was there to be discontented about?

Yet Lin Zimu’s life was exceedingly tragic, with Sect Elders annihilated, Sect Leader Lin An deceased, his own wife and kin turned to bones.

Recalling Lin An, Yang Yan’s heart welled with a bit of desolation.