Chapter 106

Below the endless abyss, dragon qi surged like a tide, constantly welling up from underground; occasionally a few god-source grains the size of soybeans shot out, crystal clear and translucent.

"In the past, that inheritance was called the Nethergod Palace; the underground palace behind it was built by them at immeasurable human cost, and there may still be more below."

Yang Zhu

Divine Source grains

Myriad Dragon Nest

The true dragon's nirvana is merely the surface; beneath it may have been born dozens or even hundreds of dragon veins—such a topographic marvel that seizes the creation of heaven and earth must necessarily harbor a supreme existence lying dormant.

True Dragon Nirvana

Seeing the abyss particles on the abyss, the Black Emperor drooled at the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth wide and sucked in hard, instantly erupting with terrifying suction.

It took great effort, and with difficulty he peeled off a grain from the rolling dragon qi; instantly it lay in his palm, his mouth corners stretching back to his ears.

Ice Snow Coffin

Ice Snow Palace

Several people were doubtful, wondering if ancient creatures had just rushed out upon their arrival; but fortunately no killing intent came, so they let out a slight sigh of relief.

Saint Realm

The endless abyss was like a bottomless pit, capable of swallowing even souls, but Yang Zhu could probe the source and see clearly what it was.

Dragon qi surged, and under the curious gaze of everyone, a huge ice-snow coffin rose and fell like a tide.

Endless Immortal Radiance

Chaos Pool

Several people were shocked; they saw these three ancient characters above the Ice Snow Palace, the same as the name of that ancient holy land from before.

"There's someone inside!" Du De was startled, thud-thud stepping back a few steps.

Inside the Ice Snow Palace lay a woman, her skin ice-clear and jade-like, her white gauze covering her body, her lustrous black hair obscuring most of her face, making her true features indiscernible.

She resembled a corpse, yet seemed to be merely sleeping, her skin crystalline and lustrous, lifelike.

"How could she be asleep? She couldn't still be alive, could she?"

Du De's face flickered with uncertainty; he wasn't afraid of a corpse, but rather feared a living person.

A peerless beauty who might have lived for tens of thousands of years—if she suddenly opened her eyes, just imagining that scene made Du De shudder involuntarily.

"Back then, only one person escaped from the Underworld God Palace—it was their holy maiden."

Yang Zhu contemplated the Ice Snow Palace, a bold idea forming in his mind.

"It's been tens of thousands of years; she should have no life force left, right?" Da Hei Gou said, also having the illusion that the woman was still alive.

"Naturally, not even an ancient great emperor could certainly live two lifetimes, let alone merely a holy land's inheritance."

The woman lying in the Ice Snow Palace had only saint-level cultivation, yet her flesh remained immortal through tens of thousands of years, so lifelike it could rival divine source fluid!

"We need to obtain it for study."

Yang Zhu wanted to evolve an immortal realm; for a method that could preserve the flesh from decay, he was naturally interested and worthy of deep study.

"If we obtain it for study… what if there's danger? What if it triggers a corpse transformation—what then?"

Da Hei Gou muttered, unsure if it was an illusion; in that instant he actually saw the woman in the coffin twitch her eyebrow, frightening him so much his tail stood on end.

"Even if she were still alive, I wouldn't fear it; why would I fear a corpse?"

Yang Zhu seized the opportunity, extending a golden large hand from above to firmly grasp the Ice Snow Palace.

Just as he was about to exert force, he discovered a powerful suction suddenly erupting from the bottom of the abyss, trying to drag the woman back into the endless abyss. "Conscious."

Yang Zhu's palm trembled slightly, radiating boundless immortal light; all external forces were nullified, his hand feeling light as the ice coffin was lifted from the abyss.

"Bang!"

With a slap of his palm, the tightly sealed coffin lid was flung open; Yang Zhu produced the Hun Dun Chi, a strange power drawing the woman into it for temporary storage.

"This is a treasure, not inferior to the divine source!"

Du De's plump hand gently rubbed the ice coffin's surface, feeling cold to the touch; faint array patterns were etched upon it, hard to notice without close inspection.

It is unknown what material this ice coffin is made of; it exudes strange divine power from within, affecting the surrounding time as if slowing its flow.

The unscrupulous daoist's eyes lit up as he watched, the depths revealing unhidden fervor and excitement.

"Surely there is a formation; we can take it out and study it later."

Yang Zhu gave it a pat, storing the ice coffin away; now is not the time for detailed study.

"Pauper…"

Seeing this, Du De's face filled with regret; he opened his mouth but the words never came out.

He knew this was a rare treasure, naturally not good to openly ask for it, yet his heart burned with urgency, for this thing was truly vital to him.

"Xiao Hei, prepare some jade platforms in advance."

Yang Zhu walked around the edge of the abyss, discovering that the area was sealed with restrictions; fortunately the ice coffin remained intact, indicating that the depths were not forbidden to enter.

Nevertheless, to be safe, Yang Zhu had Hei Huang prepare in advance for any unexpected developments.

Hei Huang accepted, beginning to set up, knowing the matter was of great importance and daring not to be the slightest bit careless.

"Huff… huff… Hei Huang is exhausted…"

After an hour, Da Hei Gou barely managed to finish, already panting from exhaustion, lying on the ground continuously gasping.

"Woof! Awoo!"

Until Yang Zhu gave him a few grains of divine source from above the abyss, this fellow instantly revived to full health, cradling it in his palms as if guarding a treasure.

"If an accident occurs, you can flee; you need not worry about me."

Yang Zhu had many trump cards for self-protection, so his safety was naturally not a concern; he merely feared that Da Hei Gou and the others might meet mishap, after all some things cannot be foreseen.

After giving his instructions, Yang Zhu was the first to set off, flashing into the abyss.

The abyss was pitch black as ink, vast and expansive, with surging dragon energy all around, sharper than divine weapons, howling as it passed.

"There are traces of excavation here!"

Duan De's magic treasure protected his body, and its light let him see part of the abyss's edge, where obvious excavation marks were visible.

It is obvious that the Myriad Dragon Nest was originally hidden here, and only after being dug out did it come into the world.

The deeper they went, the darker it became, to the point of not seeing their own fingers, but fortunately they were not ordinary people and could sense their surroundings.

Below the abyss lay endless killing traps; one misstep would mean eternal doom, but thanks to Yang Zhu leading the way, the group made it down without any mishap.

One kilometer… three kilometers… they continued descending until they reached nine kilometers, only then arriving at the bottom of the abyss.

"This really is a heavenly pit, I don't know who could have such ability." the scoundrel Daoist muttered.

The bottom of the abyss wasn't particularly dark; specks of divine source particles still floated in the air, sparkling with light, illuminating the place considerably.

(End of chapter)