Chapter 160: Land of Rebirth: Undying Realm (1)

Wang Ping, after paying respects to the tomb of Xuanhe Xiongzhu, ran toward the remaining peaks inside.

He could hardly imagine that, with Xuanhe's talent and strength, he could only rank among the outermost; he did not know what kind of bearing the owners of the tombs of those inner peaks possessed.

This mountain range and that ancient battlefield are simply two extremes; there the spiritual energy is almost nonexistent, while here it is nearly catching up to the Spirit Realm, and as Wang Ping continually goes deeper, the density of spiritual energy keeps increasing.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed; Wang Ping had climbed no fewer than a hundred peaks, yet not a single peak chose to accept him.

This made him somewhat doubt that his talent had fallen to a level even worse than a low-grade spiritual root.

Although so, after examining the inscriptions on over a hundred peaks, Wang Ping gained some understanding of that great war; originally, although it was the Demon Realm and demon race joining forces with some powerful clans of the Spirit Realm to design a trap to kill humans, there was even secretly a figure who claimed to be like a Demon Emperor.

It was then that Wang Ping learned that only a tiny handful of top cultivators at the Great Accomplishment stage could bear the title containing the character "Emperor".

After Xuanhe and the others fell, it seemed reinforcements arrived for the human side, and that Demon Emperor was also dismembered and suppressed, each part sealed in one of eight worlds.

The world referred to here is a lower realm similar to the Spirit Cosmos Realm.

Wang Ping walked and muttered, "Are the eyes of these Spirit Realm people so high?"

After repeatedly hitting walls on over a hundred high peaks, Wang Ping no longer held hope for the legacies on these peaks; he directly turned his gaze to the largest peak among them.

That massive peak is extremely large; standing on its outskirts, Wang Ping could see only one side of it. At this point, a month had passed since he entered this ancient battlefield.

This time Wang Ping walked along an almost straight line; relying on his physical fitness, some extremely steep mountain paths were like level ground to him, and a ravine a hundred zhang wide could be crossed with a single leap.

Even so, he ran for a full ten days before barely reaching the foot of that huge, astonishing peak.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Wang Ping could see only up to a kilometer above; beyond that, the mountain body was shrouded in white mist.

The dark bluish mountain body exuded an air of ancient vicissitudes, as if it had existed for a long time; at a glance, the whole mountain was covered with towering ancient trees, and even at the foot, Wang Ping saw many second-grade spiritual trees.

If he had not yet obtained the Awaken Spirit Fruit Tree, Wang Ping would probably have been overjoyed, but now he hardly looks at second-grade spiritual trees; the Awaken Spirit Fruit Tree is at least a third-grade spiritual tree nearing fourth grade.

The wood-attribute source power contained within the trees is astonishingly vast; after more than forty years of absorption, he has taken in only half of it.

Thus, his body-protecting spiritual armor also endured for a considerable time in that terrifying explosion; Wang Ping estimated that its hardness was probably already able to withstand the attacks of an early Golden Core cultivator.

Wang Ping originally wanted to climb straight up, but after trying several times he helplessly discovered that he could not ascend; each time he leapt onto the cliff face, he was swept down by some mysterious great force.

By now he somewhat understood that his behavior seemed somewhat offensive, like a vulgar person entering someone else's home, ignoring the door and insisting on climbing over the wall.

Carrying his speculation, Wang Ping walked along the mountain base for a while and finally found a stone-paved stairway; as he went up the stone steps, that strange force no longer appeared.

Along the stone steps, all he saw were various strange flowers and herbs covering the ground; even some spirit medicines and herbs that have gone extinct in the outside world exist here in large piles.

As he went higher, third-grade spirit herbs finally appeared in his view; for example, on his left side there was a stalk of a third-grade spirit medicine that has vanished from the outside world: Golden Body Herb!

This is a spirit herb that can enhance a cultivator's physique; although it cannot compare to the famed Golden Body Fruit of the cultivation world, when a Golden Core cultivator consumes it, it can strengthen his physique by three to five times, the weaker the body, the stronger the effect.

Wang Ping is still a Foundation Establishment cultivator; although he also practices body refinement, the effect of Golden Body Herb on him remains great.

Most importantly, Golden Body Herb can be used to refine pills; refined into Small Golden Body Pills, their effect is doubled.

Not far from the Golden Body Herb there is also a stalk of Heavenly Heart Herb; long-term consumption gives a certain chance to open the heavenly eye or heart eye, but the probability is low; if refined into Heavenly Heart Pills, the chance can be increased tenfold or more.

Because the main ingredients are lacking, the prescriptions for these pills are no longer worth much; at least he had seen Small Golden Body Pills in the Treasure Gathering Pavilion of the market.

The value of these herbs need not be said; Wang Ping felt an itch to have them, the Golden Body Herb being only half an arm's length away, reachable with a stretch of his hand.

After thinking, Wang Ping gritted his teeth and extended his arm. He thought that, anyway, that strange force posed no lethal danger; at worst he would fall, and since it wasn't high above the ground here, he wouldn't die.

As Wang Ping's arm just stepped out of the stone step range, that strange force instantly appeared; even though he had prepared, he was directly pulled out of the steps, and in the next moment he was thrown to the mountain's base.

Bang!

Wang Ping heavily smashed onto the ground, causing the gravel on the ground to bounce up three zhang high.

Hiss!

So painful!

Wang Ping gritted his teeth and stood up; being thrown down from over twenty zhang high was indeed unpleasant.

After rubbing his stuffy chest, Wang Ping again went up the stone steps and soon returned to the spot of the Golden Body Herb.

Looking at the Golden Body Herb and then at the Heavenly Heart Herb, Wang Ping felt unwilling to give up; these spirit herbs, extinct in the outside world, if he could bring them back would greatly benefit his cultivation.

But the sudden appearance of that strange force on the peak is too terrifying, and it absolutely will not allow refusal; as soon as any part of the body is exposed, it will be flung to the mountain's base.

In the end, Wang Ping still restrained his greed, fearing that continuing like this would provoke the terrifying source of that strange force; everywhere here exudes oddity, and although the spiritual energy density is astonishing, there are only spiritual plants, with not a trace of living activity.

Thereafter, Wang Ping kept his eyes straight ahead; despite how precious the spirit medicines and herbs beside him were, he forcibly endured the heartache and did not glance at them again.

The sheer size of this mountain can only be felt after personally climbing it; Wang Ping had already climbed for three hours and still had not seen the summit in the distance.

Know that with his current stamina, a three-thousand-zhang peak would take him less than an hour even without using spiritual power.

Just how high is this peak?

Carrying his question, Wang Ping continued upward; this time he walked for a day and finally saw something somewhat different.

Above him by more than ten meters stood a stone tablet taller than he; behind the tablet was a lofty stone gate. When Wang Ping approached and examined it closely, the tablet bore three characters he did not recognize, but at the moment he saw them he understood their meaning:

Land of Rebirth!

So this place is the Land of Rebirth; Wang Ping's heart suddenly understood.

Thereafter his gaze turned to the stone gate behind the tablet; its appearance was rather ancient, and the gate bore marks of various weapons bombarding it.

In the highest middle of the stone gate there was a already dilapidated plaque; the text on it was exactly the same as that on the tablet.

Wang Ping's gaze fell upon it, and in the next moment he understood the meaning of those three characters:

Undying Realm!

Land of Rebirth, Undying Realm!