Chapter 1836: The Last Isolated City

Before He Lingchuan's thought could finish, Qianhuan had already retreated to the shore of the Pu Island sea, turned, and plunged into the water. Miaozhantian slashed at its tail, but it ignored him. Pale golden liquid immediately welled up on the sea surface; it was the fresh blood flowing from Qianhuan's wounds.

The two Heavenly Demons exchanged a glance and jumped into the sea in unison.

Perhaps Qianhuan had another trap, but there was no choice; they had come this far, so they had to pursue.

The sea was not deep, and they soon reached the bottom.

Just as Miaozhantian had anticipated, Qianhuan was up to its old tricks again—

With a splash, the two Heavenly Demons poked their heads out of the water and discovered that the scenery above had changed.

This was exactly the same sensation as when they had first crossed the Kidney Lake with the Silver Pearl Fruit; they had dived to the bottom of the lake, discovered light, and upon swimming closer, emerged from the water of another world.

However, this body of water was very small, not even comparable to Kidney Lake:

It was a pond a few zhang square, the water clear and cold, but slightly reddish.

Miaozhantian sniffed and knew there was the scent of blood in the water.

The two Heavenly Demons jumped out of the pond and discovered they were actually inside a city! Everywhere were buildings standing row upon row, generally not tall but very thick, the outer walls primarily made of red aeolian sandstone, as if the simplicity and weight of history were embedded into the beams and pillars.

Many houses here were already damaged, and not far away, there seemed to be a wide plaza with wisps of lingering smoke.

Further away were absurdly high city walls, but they were equally devoid of people.

Seeing these scenes, Miaozhantian felt a sense of familiarity at first glance.

It couldn't be, could this place be...? In his long life, he had experienced countless grand scenes, but this place was deeply engraved in his mind.

His younger sister, Miaoyuntian, suddenly tugged at his arm and pointed behind them.

Miaozhantian turned back and saw a massive temple behind them!

It turned out the pond they had emerged from was the "Blessing Pond" commonly found at temple entrances. Such ponds were always flowing water; it was said that if believers waded through and circled it, they would receive the gods' blessings and be able to eliminate illnesses and reduce disasters.

On the open ground by the pond lay a massive statue, its head and body separated.

This statue was at least three zhang from head to toe, made of solid materials, carved with exquisite detail, and heavy as could be. Whoever had spent the effort to drag it out of the temple must have hated it to the bone.

When Miaozhantian saw the stone head of this statue, his expression changed:

"Lady Mitian!"

As a Great Heavenly Demon, Lady Mitian's true form was, of course, not human. But Miaozhantian knew best what face it used to enjoy incense in the human world.

The statue's eyes seemed to be staring straight at him.

Behind him was Lady Mitian's temple.

This deity had long since vanished from history, and no one had worshipped it for a very, very long time. If a deity did not reveal miracles, they would be forgotten by the world.

Miaozhantian looked around, his eyes filled with horror:

"This is Panlongcheng!"

He remembered now; this was "that" majestic city of the human world.

That highland city which, from its birth to its destruction, had gradually shaken the gods.

To this day, Heavenly Demons usually kept silent about everything regarding this ancient city.

Why would such a Panlongcheng be hidden deep within Qianhuan's sea of consciousness?

Looking at the scene in the city, it was the appearance after being ravaged by the flames of war. And in history, Panlongcheng had only been conquered once.

Just once.

And then, it was completely erased from history, and the Panlong Wasteland became the Panlong Desert! The two Heavenly Demons wandered through the ruins of the ancient city, observing cautiously.

Everywhere were broken tiles and crumbling walls, everywhere were scarlet bloodstains, yet there was not a single person.

A gray shadow suddenly flashed not far away, and the two Heavenly Demons immediately gave chase.

Before the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, He Lingchuan suddenly clenched his fists.

His knuckles cracked twice.

Wansai Feng turned his head to look; his lord was staring fixedly at the image in the mirror, his face filled with disbelief.

He Lingchuan rarely displayed his emotions so openly, but his current appearance suggested he wished he could dive into the Haoyuan Golden Mirror the next second.

Only Dong Rui dared to ask:

"Wh-what's wrong?"

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in He Lingchuan's arms was also muttering: "Huh, the aura of this place is so familiar?"

In just two breaths, He Lingchuan regained his composure and took a deep breath: "Nothing!"

For him, the image in the mirror was too unexpected and too impactful, causing him to lose his composure for a moment.

Dong Rui asked him: "Where is this?"

He Lingchuan said word by word: "Ancient Panlongcheng."

He never expected that he would see the most familiar Panlongcheng here!

He would not mistake a single street, a single building, or even a single square brick in front of the South Gate Plaza there!

At this very moment, He Lingchuan's question was likely the same as Miaozhantian's.

Why would the Panlong ruins, which had endured the flames of war, appear deep within Qianhuan's sea of consciousness!

Everyone was bewildered; they had never heard of it.

Dong Rui had a slight impression of the name, while the Soul-Sucking Mirror let out a long "Whoa," exclaiming in surprise: "A ghost city! Is this your ghost city, Master?"

He Lingchuan shook his head.

The real Panlong ruins were in the distant Panlong Desert, the former Panlongcheng had remained in the Great Fang Hu, and this one in Qianhuan's sea of consciousness...

He didn't know what this was either.

The perspective of the Haoyuan Golden Mirror suddenly rose, looking down from high above.

"Eh?" Everyone else was just somewhat surprised, but He Lingchuan's breath hitched.

Surrounding Panlongcheng was actually a vast ocean! The azure seawater surged and rolled, extending all the way to beneath the moat.

No matter how high the Haoyuan Golden Mirror's perspective rose, as far as the eye could see, there was only an endless ocean.

Azure, but monotonous.

And Panlongcheng was the only isolated island in the sea! What about the desolate and wild Panlong Wasteland? What about the Chipa Plateau filled with wind and sand? How had they all disappeared? The high cliff where Panlongcheng stood had now turned into a reef in the sea, the only foundation supporting it from being swallowed by the vast ocean.

Don't look at the calm sea; at the foot of Panlongcheng, waves were crashing against the shore, piling up like snow, the splashed waves reaching over two zhang high!

He Lingchuan even had a second of trance; whether in the vast wilderness or the boundless sea, this majestic city had always been isolated and helpless, yet stood tall and unyielding.

From life to death, from reality to illusion, this point had never changed.

Wansai Liang also said: "Why do I feel that this city is in imminent danger, and could be swallowed at any time?"

The Soul-Sucking Mirror said disdainfully: "What kind of insight is that! How powerful a ghost city is; how could it be swallowed... right?"

He Lingchuan murmured, "This sea truly wants to swallow it. The Panlong Wasteland and the Chipa Plateau beneath the ancient city have already been submerged."

Only Panlongcheng, with the highest terrain, stood on the dangerous cliff, still battling the wind and waves.

"Ah?" the Soul-Sucking Mirror said, "But that is the sea of consciousness of the True Immortal Qianhuan, right?"

Because of the special structure within the storm circle, it could be regarded as the "Law Realm" of the Inverted Sea, but in essence, it was still Qianhuan's sea of consciousness.

Within the sea of consciousness of a True Immortal, why would there be something that even it could not swallow? ===== CHAPTER 1837 =====