Chapter 454: The Legendary Biyou Palace

As the cultivators rushed into the mist, they quickly discovered that this area shrouded in white fog was far from the mysterious profundity it seemed on the surface.

Upon entering, their vision was instantly severely limited; even cultivators with high Cultivation Level could see only a few feet around them.

At first, only occasional cultivators heard a faint whisper in their ears, a sound that was ethereal and intangible, as if coming from another world.

Some cultivators tried to trace the source of the voice, only to find themselves unknowingly walking deeper into the mist.

Next, some cultivators began to see many horrifying scenes; some saw the object they most desired right before them and instinctively reached out to grab it.

Others saw their deceased relatives or friends gently calling their names, luring them forward.

As they went deeper, the visions became even more bizarre and terrifying.

Some cultivators witnessed the brutality of a battlefield, countless wailing spirits around them, the scene of flying flesh and blood making them nearly nauseous!

Others saw what they feared most: huge demonic beasts, endless swarms of insects, or being imprisoned in darkness for eternity.

Ah……

Some weak cultivators' spirits were near collapse under the torment of the illusions.

They screamed and cried, and some even began to attack the visions they saw, only to find their attacks had no effect.

However, these cultivators did not know.

Everything they experienced was an illusion meticulously designed by Longling.

Longling used the special environment and power of the Ancient God Sect's relics to create these lifelike illusions, aiming to make cultivators entering the mist lose their sense of direction and fall into the traps he had set.

In the depths of the illusion, Longling and Heifeng were observing all of this through the mist mirror.

The cultivators lost in the mist struggled in the illusions, causing a satisfied smile to curl Longling's lips.

"Boss, these cultivators have begun to be eroded by the illusions, their spirits gradually falling into panic." Heifeng said, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Longling nodded.

"There are gifts waiting for them ahead, some good, some not."

As Longling's words fell, the illusions in the fantasy became more real and terrifying.

Some cultivators suddenly realized they seemed trapped in an inescapable maze.

No matter how they searched for an exit, they always ended back at the starting point. Some cultivators discovered they were being chased by a mysterious ferocious beast, forced to flee desperately, only to find the deeper they ran, the greater the danger.

Outside the illusion, Heifeng's Ten Thousand Souls Banner clattered atop his head; on a certain character, mysterious runes coiled, emitting an extremely sinister glow.

He used the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to capture one by one the cultivators whose Dao hearts had collapsed in the illusion.

Whenever a cultivator was isolated, Heifeng would seize the opportunity to draw them into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The cultivators' mournful voices echoed from time to time in the mist, tugging at every cultivator's heart and mind.

Many weak cultivators gradually lost themselves in the illusions; once captured by Heifeng's hunt and drawn into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they were immediately subdued by Qing Yun and others, becoming members of Longling's retinue.

Cultivators from the major factions began to grow uneasy about things that had not appeared in the mist.

"What what kind of place is this?"

"Just now I clearly saw a golden treasure mountain, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a graveyard piled with bones."

A Wu Men cultivator beside Yao Shuntian trembled as he spoke, his eyes full of fear and bewilderment.

"I have encountered a similar situation!"

Just a moment ago I was with several fellow disciples, but suddenly they vanished.

In their place came a group of terrifying spirits circling me.

A cultivator of the Void Divine Dynasty spoke with lingering fear, clearly not yet fully recovered from the earlier illusion.

"There must be something strange in this mist."

"The scenes we see seem to change with our thoughts, yet they are filled with terror and danger."

The Dream Venerable of the Netherworld Palace analyzed in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

"Everyone be careful; these illusions are extremely bizarre, hiding killing intent everywhere."

"One must never step into them lightly, or disaster will surely follow."

Xianling Nan Yue loudly reminded the cultivators of his clan, trying to maintain order among the troops.

However, as more and more cultivators were devoured by various terrifying, tempting, or strange restrictions, the cultivators' fearful voices became chaotic, and they all fell into panic.

"This place is too evil."

"No, we should retreat."

"Treasures are good, but one must have the life to enjoy them."

A cultivator who had second thoughts whispered, his words resonating with some.

"That's too easy to say; the mist can even block divine sense, swallowing the marks people left behind."

"Now we have lost all sense of direction."

Another cultivator, upon hearing this, had bloodshot eyes and a dazed gaze.

The needle of his bronze compass spun rapidly, as if fleeing in panic, and it directly broke, losing its function.

"Look over there."

Even the people of Xianling and Netherworld Palace were proceeding cautiously, their expressions grim.

It seems the danger in this mist is effective against them as well.

A cultivator pointed to the two major powers not far away.

The disciples of those powers, though appearing calm on the surface, had furrowed brows, clearly troubled by the restrictions.

"Hmph, what about Xianling and Netherworld Palace?"

"Although they are strong, in the face of this strange restriction, everyone's chances are equal."

An independent cultivator snorted coldly, his words carrying a hint of challenge.

"Quick, look at that—is it an island?"

At this very moment, cultivators began to scream.

Soon after, when the cultivators arrived there, they suddenly discovered that this was truly a huge island in the mist.

The island's outline resembled a gigantic divine turtle, with palaces and towers standing densely upon it, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, like the mansion of immortals in legend, magnificent and holy.

The island stood alone in the vast blue sea, surrounded on all sides by water, waves crashing against the shore, making its solemn aura impossible to conceal.

There, various building complexes were scattered in an orderly fashion, each palace appearing solemn and dignified, exuding an ancient mysterious aura.

As countless surging waves rose one after another, sunlight refracted through the waves into seven-colored rosy light, hovering above the palaces.

The cultivators could clearly see the glazed tiles of the palaces; in the rosy light they gleamed with gold, like countless stars fallen to the earth, dazzling and eye‑catching.

The palace walls towered high, built from thousand‑year unfrozen mysterious ice jade, exuding a chill that transcended the mundane.

As the cultivators entered, everyone felt as if they had stepped into a dream‑like world.

Within the palaces, strange flowers and exotic grasses were dotted about, their fragrance filling the air.

Every flower and leaf seemed to contain the principle of heaven and earth, with Great Dao runes undulating, captivating the beholder.

"Azure Wandering Palace!"

A cultivator murmured, beside him stood a huge ancient stele inscribed with three large characters—Azure Wandering Palace.

As the cultivators gradually approached the stele, they felt that the three characters "Azure Wandering Palace" seemed to contain some mysterious power, involuntarily giving them a sensation of feather‑like ascension.

"This Azure Wandering Palace is no trivial matter; it can actually draw out the cultivators' own power to transform the Dao in secret."

An elder cultivator of the Nether Hall sighed, his eyes flashing with apprehension toward this island.

"Not bad.

"Every stone here, every rune, is supposed to be a carrier of the Dao—truly beyond imagination." A cultivator of the Immortal Mausoleum replied.

His gaze wandered over every corner of the palace, trying to locate hidden treasures.

However, as the cultivators gradually went deeper into the Azure Wandering Palace, they began to feel an inexplicable pressure.

This palace seems far from simple as it appears; its existence seems to have fallen into the long river of history, causing the cultivators' time Dharma Implements to lose their function directly.

"Everyone be careful; unknown dangers may be hidden within the Azure Wandering Palace."

Immortal Mausoleum South Peak reminded them, his brows tightly knit, obviously having sensed some unusual signs.

Nether Hall Dream Venerable also nodded in agreement: "Not bad; everything here appears too perfect, perfect to the point of causing unease.

We must heighten vigilance, just in case."

At that very moment, a strange surge suddenly transmitted from the depths of the Azure Wandering Palace.

The entire island seemed to tremble along with it.

The cultivators' hearts tightened, and they all prepared to deal with sudden situations.

"This surge—could it be a sign of a treasure's emergence?"

A cultivator speculated, his eyes flashing with greedy light.

"Whether or not it is a treasure, this surge is certainly no trivial matter.

We must act immediately, otherwise we may miss the opportunity."

Another cultivator said urgently.

As the surge gradually strengthened, the cultivators began to advance toward the depths of the Azure Wandering Palace.

The depths of this palace may conceal the supreme treasure of the Ancient God Sect, or perhaps an even greater danger.

But no matter what, they have no retreat left; they can only press forward bravely.

Longling and Heifeng, outside the illusion, observed the cultivators' every move through a mist mirror.

Seeing those cultivators gradually approach the core of the Azure Wandering Palace, Longling's mouth curled into a sly smile.

"The Azure Wandering Palace is a legendary thing, specially condensed from illusory images.

No matter how great those cultivators' backgrounds, before the Holy Dao they cannot remain calm; they will surely be moved."

Longling said lightly, his voice revealing an indescribable confidence.

"Azure Wandering Palace."

Heifeng murmured, his eyes flashing with radiant light, silently etching those three characters into his mind.

Even he was captivated by the countless patterns of the Azure Wandering Palace; those patterns were so mysterious as to be enthralling.

He thought that if he truly comprehended them, perhaps he would gain something different.

Not long after, everyone discovered that the source of the great surge was a peach tree at the heart of the Azure Wandering Palace.

That peach tree was huge and towering, its form majestic, leaving all cultivators shocked.

Beside the peach tree lay a seven‑colored glowing stone, on which the four characters "Pantao Sacred Tree" were inscribed.

It recorded in detail various information about the Pantao tree.

The Pantao Sacred Tree blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, matures once every three thousand years; eating its fruit enables one to become an immortal and attain the Dao.

The cultivators, looking at the information on the huge stone, became agitated; a single Pantao fruit can make one an immortal and attain the Dao—why then must they painstakingly cultivate?

"This… this is actually the legendary absolute sacred medicine?"

A cultivator of the Void Divine Court trembled as he spoke, his eyes full of disbelief.

"According to the inscription on that glowing stone, the Pantao Sacred Tree is a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

It is said that its fruit possesses the power to defy heaven and alter fate; a single fruit can let one ascend in broad daylight."

An elder cultivator of the Immortal Mausoleum also became unsettled, his eyes flashing with excited light.

"Eternal youth, immortality and attainment of the Dao."

Immortal Mausoleum South Peak sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes flashing with dazzling light.

"Quick, quick, quick—swiftly store that Pantao Sacred Tree's fruit in your bag!" Nether Hall Dream Venerable urged, his eyes flashing with greedy light.

As the two major factions acted, other cultivators also began to approach the Pantao Sacred Tree.

Their eyes were filled with greed and longing, as if they had already seen their own future of becoming immortals and attaining the Dao.

However, just as everyone was about to approach the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree, an abrupt change occurred.

A powerful aura suddenly burst forth from the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree, causing the entire Azure Wander Palace to tremble.

The cultivators' hearts tightened.

"Oh no, is this aura triggering the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree's protective seal?" a cultivator exclaimed, eyes filled with fear.

"Protective seal?"

The other cultivators, upon hearing this, were also startled.

They knew that the legendary Peach Immortal Sacred Tree must have a powerful protective seal to prevent outsiders from easily meddling with it.

"Everyone be careful, the might of this seal is not to be underestimated."

Xianling Nanyue reminded in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with vigilant light.

"We must respond carefully, otherwise there will be danger to our lives."

Nether Palace Dream Venerable also nodded in agreement, his eyes flashing with a solemn light.

As that faint aura gradually intensified, a figure slowly emerged from the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree.

She was a woman dressed in seven-colored rosy garments, with exquisite beauty and an otherworldly demeanor, like a fairy who does not partake in mortal fireworks.

Her eyes, clear and jade-like, flashed with a cold light as she silently gazed at the many cultivators before her.

"Those who dare to covet the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree shall be killed without pardon."

The woman's voice was clear and cold, arrogant, as if she were pronouncing the fate of everyone.

The cultivators' hearts jolted, able to feel the powerful aura emanating from the woman, an existence far surpassing theirs.

"Senior."

"We mean no offense; we have only heard that the fruit of the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree possesses the power to defy heaven and change fate, and thus we have come to seek it."

Xianling Nanyue stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Not bad, I merely hope to rely on the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree's fruit to break through the bottleneck of cultivation."

Nether Palace Dream Venerable also spoke, his tone carrying a hint of request.

However, the woman merely gave them a cold glance, with no response.

Her gaze swept over everyone, as if she were examining something.

"Your Cultivation Level is not bad, but wanting to obtain the fruit of the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree is far from enough."

The woman said lightly, her voice revealing an undeniable dignity.

The cultivators' hearts sank, knowing that obtaining the fruit of the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree was no easy task.

"However, I am not an unreasonable person."

The woman's tone suddenly shifted, bringing joy to everyone's hearts. "If you can pass my trial, you will have a chance to obtain the fruit of the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree."

The woman continued speaking, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes.

The cultivators looked at each other, never expecting the woman to propose a trial.

But no matter what, this is their only chance to obtain the fruit of the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree; they must try.

"I don't know, Senior, what kind of trial must we pass?"

Xianling Nanyue asked, his eyes flashing with determined light. "It's very simple: as long as you have enough ancient talismans, you can pluck the peaches; otherwise, everything is in vain."

"The sacred tree exists in the river of time; without a vast amount of ancient talismans, it cannot be taken."

The woman said lightly, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

The cultivators, upon hearing this, were nevertheless startled.

In a corner of the misty haze, Heifeng gazed at the scene in the mist mirror and blurted out, "Holy shit."

Even he almost thought the Peach Immortal Sacred Tree was real, but upon finally hearing the two words "ancient talismans", she knew the boss was lying again.