Chapter 199: Fallen Immortal Valley

Since ancient times, the Spirit Realm has had five great forbidden lands: the Tai Chu Thunder Domain, Fallen Immortal Valley! Reincarnation Sea! Nether Mountain! Ancient Divine Mountain.

These five forbidden lands are located in the five directions of the Spirit Realm; among them, Fallen Immortal Valley is the most special, because an immortal has fallen here—not a true immortal, but an existence of a higher rank than immortals.

No one knows whether it's true or false, but the danger of Fallen Immortal Valley is such that even Great Vehicle cultivators dare not rush in recklessly; in the history of the Spirit Realm, the number of Great Vehicle cultivators who have died in Fallen Immortal Valley is at least around a hundred!

Logically, such a zone would be a death sentence for low-realm cultivators like Wang Ping and his ilk, but Fallen Immortal Valley's peculiarity lies precisely here: every ten thousand years or so, Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators can enter to seek opportunities.

But not just anyone can enter; it is said that when the immortal corpse that fell from the Immortal Realm landed in the Spirit Realm, countless rays of light scattered throughout the Spirit Realm.

Those rays of light that fell onto the ground merged into various strange and wondrous objects.

Only by holding such an object can one safely enter Fallen Immortal Valley!

Over the years, basically all objects stained with those rays have been collected by the major clans of the Spirit Realm; occasionally a few pop up, but they eventually return to the hands of those great clans.

When Wang Ping arrived at the entrance of Fallen Immortal Valley and had inquired clearly about these things, his face darkened involuntarily, and he shouted at the silver stone gate in his sea of consciousness:

"Exalted One, I don't have such an object—how can I enter Fallen Immortal Valley?"

Silver Stone Gate: 【You don't need those things; the so-called objects stained with the rays are merely stained with immortal qi! Although this lowly one is still in a lowly stage, I can still manage this small matter! When the time comes, you can just enter directly!】

Having received the assurance of the Silver Stone Gate, Wang Ping's heart eased, and he turned his gaze toward the endless dark-red earth ahead; it is said that this is the mark formed after being stained with immortal blood!

The markings farther away, he could no longer make out!

Having withdrawn his gaze from Fallen Immortal Valley, Wang Ping turned to look at the various clans of the Spirit Realm gathered nearby.

Here gathered the twelve major hegemonic powers, hundreds of strong forces, all kinds and varieties; the myriad races opened Wang Ping's horizons.

The position where Wang Ping now stands is that of a minor clan known as the Eagle Master Tribe.

In the Spirit Realm, the hallmark of a minor clan is having a cultivator of the Union level!

If a clan lacks even a Union cultivator, it is definitely a vassal clan; of course, some minor clans do have Union cultivators but remain vassal clans—for example, the Human Race, Ancient God Race, Feather Alliance, Demon Alliance, Sea God Clan, and other hegemonic powers, all of which have minor clans as their subordinate affiliates.

No one knows how many rays of light fell when the immortal corpse descended; "myriad" is just a figurative number. Anyway, over tens of millions of years, the number of sentient beings participating in the flourishing of Fallen Immortal Valley has grown from less than a thousand at the start to nearly a hundred thousand now.

Although fewer than a hundred thousand cultivators have entered Fallen Immortal Valley, with Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators mixed among them, Wang Ping estimates that the number of sentient beings in the surrounding area is no less than a million!

All around Wang Ping are non-human races; as a lone human, he stands out somewhat!

Yet no nearby clan dares to provoke him, for humanity is one of the Spirit Realm's twelve hegemonic clans, and their main base in Fallen Immortal Valley is not far away, with a being crowned king among Union cultivators seated there; thus, even if Wang Ping stands alone here, no one dares to provoke him.

Wang Ping surveyed the surroundings; his position is a hill, where the tribes are all manner of strange—some are beast gods, some resemble beast-men, and some have fully become human-like.

No one dares to provoke them, but that does not mean no one dares to challenge; in the Spirit Realm, inter-tribal relations are complex—perhaps a minor tribe has a hegemonic power backing it behind the scenes.

For instance, the non-human individual standing before Wang Ping now, who wishes to challenge him to a duel.

"Human! I am Tianying of the Moon Shadow Clan, and I wish to duel you!"

Wang Ping had naturally never heard of the Moon Shadow Clan, but being inexplicably challenged put him in a bad mood; he had no interest, so he directly refused.

Little did he know, his refusal only seemed to excite the Moon Shadow even more, raising his spirit.

"Human, are you afraid to fight?"

Wang Ping also sensed something amiss; after refusing to fight, it seemed the gazes of those surrounding non-humans toward him were also off.

Some of the non-humans whispered, and he overheard them.

"The Moon Shadow Clan is a relatively strong minor clan; it is said to have three Union cultivators, one of whom has already reached king-level combat power, and has recently swollen with arrogance—actually going up to challenge a genius of the upper clan!"

"Heh, it's not just for fame; it's said the Moon Shadow Clan has cozied up to the Ancient God Clan! And what's the relationship between the Ancient God Clan and the Human Race?"

Having said this, the nearby non-humans suddenly understood, but their looks at Wang Ping were still off: "You don't know the relationship between humans and the Ancient God Clan? Not daring to accept a challenge from their subordinate clan—could it be that this human is no good?"

At this point Wang Ping also understood: this fellow is just trying to use him to boost his own reputation; his face instantly darkened, and for Wang Ping, boosting one's reputation is fine, but not when it's done on his head!

As for the clan relations those non-humans spoke of, Wang Ping truly didn't know.

But since this Tianying wants to challenge, it seems I need to establish my prestige with this non-human.

Thinking this, Wang Ping gazed at the high-spirited Tianying and said lightly: "Since you're so eager to fight, I'll grant you your wish!"

The Spirit Realm has many races, and their cultivation methods differ, but generally they can still be matched one-to-one.

For example, the Moon Shadow Clan uses the number of shadows cultivated as their realm standard; the Nine Shadows realm corresponds exactly to the human Golden Core.

Wang Ping didn't know the opponent's realm, but he could sense whether the opponent posed a threat to him!

Hearing Wang Ping's acceptance of the challenge, Tianying happily said:

"Good! Let all the clans bear witness: today, I, Tianying of the Moon Shadow Clan, will duel the human genius here—life or death, no matter what!"

Upon hearing Tianying's words, Wang Ping smiled; this Tianying also harbors ill intent!

"Human, tell me your name!" Tianying roared.

Wang Ping replied lightly: "For the weak, I have no interest in telling them my name!"

How arrogant!

The surrounding non-humans all furrowed their brows, and Tianying's face changed dramatically—he cannot stand being looked down upon.

Thus, without another word, he suddenly turned incorporeal, then split into two, then four, and finally became nine shadows that tightly encircled Wang Ping!

All the non-humans stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, guessing who would win or lose; this human cultivator is not a genius on the human talent list, which shows that Tianying has the strength to fight.

Wang Ping looked at the nine shadows surrounding him and said with interest: "Shadow clones? No! Shadow phantom clones? Not that either—interesting, but somewhat showy and insubstantial!"

Having said that, he flicked his sword finger, and a five-colored sword blade shot toward one of the shadows before him!

Seeing this, the surrounding non-humans all shook their heads, thinking this human was overreaching; if the Moon Shadow Clan could be slain so easily, they wouldn't have survived to this day.

Even Tianying wore a cold smile; his eyes were sharp, instantly spotting his true form—but do you think slaying my true body is enough? Naive!

Kill!

In his heart rang an angry shout; each of the nine shadows produced a shadow sword in hand, then thrust toward Wang Ping!

And that true body, locked onto by the five-colored sword blade, calmly and fearlessly swung its sword to meet the blade!

Tianying made no defensive move, giving the impression that he didn't fear Wang Ping's attack.

But the next moment, all the shadows suddenly dissipated; Tianying's originally incorporeal body began to solidify gradually, and a thumb-sized hole appeared at the center of his brow.

His face still bore an expression of disbelief, his gaze seeming to say: How could it be?