Chapter 453: Ancient Powers Emerge (Part 2)

Longling's consecutive sneezes seemed to foreshadow some ill omen, and his offhand muttering made Heifeng and the others' hearts tighten.

They had no doubt about Longling's abilities; if even he felt uneasy, there must be another reason.

However, Heifeng and the others were also doubtful—what kind of expert could make Longling say such a thing?

Know that, under Longling's manipulation, a meticulously plotted scheme to seize the ancient talisman has quietly been set in motion.

The cultivators training in the jungle, after receiving the news from the broken jade slip, would think they could obtain an unprecedented opportunity in this bureau.

Therefore, Longling, the behind-the-scenes manipulator, is ambitious.

At the same time, the jungle training ground.

As the cultivators newly subdued by Longling crushed the communication jade slips in their hands, news of various treasures appearing spread throughout the jungle training ground without delay.

That news, like having wings, spread swiftly to every corner, arousing the greed and desire of many cultivators.

Many cultivators from various forces began to connect with each other, and even ancient sects stirred upon hearing the news.

They either formed small teams or moved as sect units, marching mightily toward Longling's location.

Along the way they cleared obstacles and overcame numerous difficulties, finally arriving at the forbidden area shrouded in mist.

These cultivators were mostly of high cultivation level, many possessing secret techniques and rare treasures, none to be taken lightly.

Longling, through the mist mirror before him, observed the many cultivators outside the mist; it was clear that this time the number of cultivators was many—over ten times the previous batch, amounting to nearly a thousand.

Heifeng stood beside Longling, watching the cultivators gradually approaching in the mist mirror, his face instantly turning solemn.

This time the number of cultivators reaching the mist has exceeded his forecast, and many cultivators emanate terrifying fluctuations, dressed in ancient attire—even he had never seen such.

The cultivators newly arrived outside the white mist obviously came from many hidden forces in the Universe Cultivation World, and he also saw several familiar figures—Chilian and the others were among them, clearly arriving together with the powers behind them.

"Boss, the plan has already attracted the attention of many cultivators, but there are too many cultivators coming.

"If not handled properly next, it's very easy to collapse the defense!"

Heifeng stood beside Longling, nervously reminding.

"Clear as a god, the heavenly secrets run deeper.

"Since I dare undertake this heaven-defying act, I have already made thorough preparations."

Longling smiled faintly, a glint flashing in his eyes, speaking lightly and calmly, feeling not a trace of fear.

Cultivators of the Universe Cultivation World act for profit, gather for profit, and scatter for profit.

The arriving cultivators are numerous, each relying on different backings.

There is much friction among the forces behind them, some even being mortal enemies.

As long as they are well utilized, there will definitely be unexpected effects.

Longling gazed at the chaotic cultivators outside the white mist restriction in the mist mirror before him, lost in thought.

At this moment, outside the phantom mist restriction designed by Longling, as more and more cultivators began to reach the edge of the forbidden area, the surrounding clamor grew louder.

Some cultivators exchanged information based on the news from their jade slips, while others remained vigilant for possible dangers around them.

Most cultivators harbored ulterior motives, but for the chance to obtain treasures, many temporarily set aside their grudges and chose temporary cooperation.

At this moment, a cultivator in a purple robe beside him had a black tower revolving behind him; that black tower was constructed from countless ferocious beast skulls, its mysterious runes pervasive, constantly undulating with a purple silk.

"Everyone, since you have arrived here, let us begin entering the mist.

"Perhaps the jungle within the mist is the core of the Ancient God Sect's relic training ground."

The voice of the purple-robed cultivator echoed in the outer edge of the mist, clearly transmitted into every cultivator's ears.

The cultivators warily regarded this cultivator, able to sense the mighty and extraordinary nature of this mysterious figure.

Some cultivators began to probe, asking: "May I ask, fellow Daoist, which faction do you come from?"

The purple-robed cultivator smiled faintly and replied: "Which faction I come from is not important; what matters is whether you can bring out the treasures from the restriction.

"Otherwise, my background is not something you lot are qualified to know."

As the purple-robed cultivator's words fell, the mist within the restriction began to churn, powerful gusts surging from all directions, as if foretelling the coming storm.

The cultivators nervously looked around, knowing this would be a life-and-death struggle for treasures.

And the purple-robed cultivator, this mysterious and powerful figure, is surely a formidable foe.

"Yao Shuntian, indeed you have.

"In the mountains there are no tigers, so monkeys call themselves kings.

"The Universe Cultivation World has not yet reached the point where your Wu family alone dominates and commands the world."

Just then a mocking voice came from afar and drew near; following that, a golden light descended and a cultivator clad in golden armor stepped out.

On that mysterious armor, golden patterns intertwined vertically and horizontally, the brilliant golden light shining brightly, making the comer appear exceedingly holy.

Behind him floated a mysterious great bell, the great bell forged from heavenly gold, seamless, bearing the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and so on.

"It is actually the Mountain River Bell; could this person be the Ninth Prince of the Huanyu Void Divine Dynasty, Jiang Qiang?"

In the cultivator crowd, someone gazed at that mysterious ancient bell, secretly speculating and discussing.

Whether the Wu Sect or the Huanyu Void Divine Dynasty, both are ancient powers whose strength can rival the Human Emperor Ancient Clan; it is even said that immortals are sealed in the central ancient land.

Just then, another strong divine sense surge came from afar, instantly blanketing the entire space.

The intensity of this divine sense made all present cultivators feel an inexplicable oppression, as if a great mountain weighed upon their hearts.

"I never expected that even cultivators from the Immortal Mausoleum would come."

An elderly cultivator suddenly spoke up, causing the nearby cultivators to all change color in anger.

This caused all cultivators who knew of the Immortal Mausoleum, upon hearing it, to show solemn expressions on their faces.

The Immortal Mausoleum, an ancient and powerful force, whose magnitude is enough to occupy a place in the Universe Cultivation World.

Especially the foundation of the Immortal Mausoleum hidden in the Universe Cultivation World, which is said to be a treasure mountain woven from the spine of an ancient immortal of the Immortal Mausoleum to protect his descendants.

On the Immortal Mausoleum there exists an invincible forbidden killing formation; even if an ancient immortal descends, it cannot be easily broken, and furthermore it would be backlashed by the Immortal Mausoleum, for the Immortal Mausoleum is itself a terrifying great killing device.

The cultivators of the Immortal Mausoleum hover in the void, wearing mysterious brown waist armor that extends from the waist to cover the knees, while the upper body is also bare, revealing knotted muscles.

Golden runes covered the muscles, with mysterious totem imprints refined within, giving an aura of an invincible savage god reborn.

Even Yao Shuntian and Jiang Shan, gazing at the newcomer, wore solemn expressions.

Immortal Mausoleum cultivators are unreasonably domineering; they never bother to reason.

In their minds, fists are the only truth; there is no right or wrong.

In the Misty Haze, Heifeng saw the scene in the mist mirror, clenched his fists involuntarily, obviously very tense.

"Boss, do we need to make any more preparations?"

Heifeng asked nervously, a strong wariness flashing in his eyes; even the Immortal Mausoleum cultivators had come, making this matter seem overly large, which began to unsettle him.

Longling nodded slightly, then ordered: "Command the other cultivators to enter the Myriad Soul Banner first, conceal their demonic aura; I have my own way to deal with it."

Although the Immortal Mausoleum cultivators are not easy to deal with, their Cultivation Level remains within the Heavenly Spirit Realm; many are merely at the Thousand Laws Realm.

Although the Thousand Laws Realm is said to have one foot stepped out of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, it ultimately remains within the Heavenly Spirit Realm, not having fully transcended it.

What about the Immortal Mausoleum cultivators, and what about the descendants of the Ancient Emperor?

As long as his Cultivation Level is in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he has nothing to fear.

Following Longling's order, all cultivators swiftly acted, rushing into the Myriad Soul Banner held by Heifeng.

The Myriad Soul Banner's interior forms its own space; it is not only a powerful Sharp Instrument but also a supreme storage treasure.

Cultivators hidden within the Myriad Soul Banner's interior space, after restraining their aura, are concealed by the banner's murderous qi, making them undiscoverable by any cultivator.

The cultivators inside the Myriad Soul Banner, through the dark space's murderous qi vortex, continue to display the external scene, monitoring the movements of the cultivators at the edge of the Misty Haze together with Longling.

Soon, several figures flew in from the horizon and landed at the edge of the Misty Haze.

Leading them was a white-haired old man, his eyes flashing with wisdom, his bearing exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Behind him followed several figures shrouded in black cloaks, obviously outstanding members of their sect.

"Haha, the Immortal Mausoleum has arrived; how could the Netherworld Palace be missing?"

The white-haired old man's voice echoed atop the Five-Colored Altar, sensing the presence of the Immortal Mausoleum cultivators, he spoke in a lofty tone.

Many cultivators affiliated with the Netherworld Palace, seeing this, came forward and gathered beside the Netherworld Palace elder.

"Greetings, Venerable Dream of the Netherworld Palace."

Those cultivators knelt and bowed, their attitude extremely respectful.

The white-haired old man surveyed the cultivators before him, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, and directly gestured for everyone to rise.

"Nan Yue is indeed outstanding among the young generation of the Immortal Mausoleum; at such a young age he has already reached the Thousand Laws Realm!"

"Indeed, heroes emerge from youth; truly rare."

Nan Yue smiled slightly upon hearing that.

"Venerable Dream, senior, you overpraise me."

"As a junior, I merely got lucky with some opportunities, enabling today's achievements."

The Immortal Mausoleum and Netherworld Palace have always been on good terms; since Venerable Dream praised him, Nan Yue naturally would not oppose the Netherworld Palace's authority.

However, the Netherworld Palace is obviously also seeking the secret of the Ancient God Sect, with no other ulterior motives.

Venerable Dream pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The treasure is no trifle; it concerns the earth-shaking secret of the entire Ancient God Sect."

"After the Netherworld Palace and Immortal Mausoleum unite, we will seize that treasure and study it together."

Upon hearing that, Nan Yue understood clearly.

The Immortal Mausoleum and Netherworld Palace have joined forces, repeatedly obtaining great treasures in the ruins; this is based on mutual trust, and a tacit understanding has formed between them.

These two great ancient powers, having joined forces, will naturally not allow any other power to easily provoke them.

As the words of the Netherworld Palace's Venerable Dream and Nan Yue fell, the faces of many great power cultivators looked very grim.

The atmosphere on the spot instantly tensed; countless cultivators' gazes clashed in midair, as if sparks were flying.

With the understanding between the Netherworld Palace's Venerable Dream and the Immortal Mausoleum's Nan Yue achieved, the surrounding cultivators clearly felt the oppressive pressure of the two great powers.

They knew that once these two great powers joined forces, the treasure in this Ancient God Sect ruin would likely be divided up by them.

However, not all cultivators wished to see such a situation occur.

Some independent cultivators or minor power sects anxiously worried in secret, but could do nothing about it.

After all, compared to these two great powers, their strength appeared far too weak.

"Hmph, what does it matter if the Immortal Mausoleum and Netherworld Palace join forces?"

"The treasure goes to those fated to obtain it; it cannot be easily taken just by having great power."

A cultivator clad in a blue robe let out a cold snort, clearly dissatisfied with the high-handed conduct of the two great powers.

His words sparked some resonance; a few cultivators began to whisper, but many more remained silent, feeling dissatisfied yet understanding the harsh reality.

Just then,

Suddenly, a strange undulation came from within the Misty Haze, and the aura of the entire sealed area seemed to undergo a subtle change.

All cultivators' attention was drawn there, their gazes focusing on the rolling Misty Haze.

"The seal is opening; everyone, prepare to enter!"

Someone shouted, and all cultivators' spirits were lifted.

The mystery of the Misty Haze lies in that it seems to possess its own consciousness, able to sense changes in the surroundings.

As more and more cultivators gathered, the Misty Haze began to gradually disperse, revealing a passage leading inward.

This passage is deep and mysterious, as if connecting to another world.

Cultivators can feel the ancient aura emanating from within the passage, inspiring awe.

"This Misty Haze seal is truly extraordinary; it can even block divine sense probing."

An old cultivator sighed, his eyes full of admiration for the Ancient God Sect's methods, unaware that this was merely an illusion fabricated by Longling.

Once a cultivator dares to enter it, they will unknowingly be affected by the mist, and then be placed into the perilous situation designed by Longling, in front of everyone.

Yeah, the relics of the Ancient God Sect contain countless secrets and treasures.

This misty array is just the tip of the iceberg.

Another cultivator replied, eyes fixed on that passage, as if trying to see through its secrets.

As the passage opened, cultivators from all major forces began to stir.

They knew that once they entered this mist, it meant the true contest had begun.

Everyone hoped to obtain more treasures and increase their strength.

The cultivators of the Immortal Mausoleum and the Nether Palace were no exception; although they had reached a consensus on the surface, deep down they all knew the real competition had just begun.

Their gazes met, as if silently measuring each other.

Longling observed all this through the mist mirror, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Heifeng, it's up to you now."

Longling said lightly, his gaze still locked on the mist mirror.

"Don't worry, boss."

"I know what to do."

Heifeng replied, a flash of determination in his eyes.

Following Longling's order, Heifeng began to act covertly, hiding within the mist, waiting for the best opportunity.

At this moment, cultivators from all major forces had begun to enter the mist one after another; their silhouettes were gradually swallowed by the white fog, and the edge of the restricted area once again returned to calm.

But this calm, compared to the thrilling danger within the mist, appears especially chilling, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, constantly devouring cultivators who venture into the mist's edge.