Chapter 823

This sect was not a major one, and only one Four Extremities cultivator had come this time; the rest were all Palace Secret Realm cultivators, yet before even entering the ancient tomb, they had already encountered disaster.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord…"

As more yin beings surged forth, a compassionate voice emanated from a humble, entirely blue-stone-built Daoist temple.

Infinite Heavenly Lord.

These four characters sounded like the primordial tone of the Dao, echoing across the heavens like a tidal wave, vast and righteous.

The Dao Yi Sacred Land's cultivators intervened, using supreme Daoist methods to suppress these ferocious yin beings.

The one who uttered the mantra was a young Daoist priestess; her voice was exceptionally pleasing, deeply moving, and the sacred tone filled all corners of heaven and earth.

Ripples spilled from the Daoist temple, sound waves like water flowing outward; wherever they passed, the yin beings' bodies grew faint and translucent, panic-stricken as they rushed toward the ground, trying to flee back into the underground palace.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord…"

Again, these four characters, imbued with mysterious Daoic resonance, left the yin beings with nowhere to retreat—they dissolved directly into mist.

Celestial tones flowed like water, purifying all ten directions; the soldiers and horses scattered with the wind, and even this void was cleansed, leaving only serene stillness.

Fang Yu's gaze turned toward her; this young Daoist priestess of Dao Yi Sacred Land indeed possessed some strength. Though far inferior to him, her understanding of the four characters "Infinite Heavenly Lord" was profound, offering him some insight.

The Daoist sects possess true mantras; in fact, the Nine Secrets are precisely the Daoist Nine True Mantras. In the Eternal Life Realm, the Nine True Mantras of the Daoist sects flowed from the Yongshengzhi Sect, each character a supreme treasure.

The Fomen also possess true mantras—six characters in total. If one could truly unleash their power, the benefits would be unimaginably vast.

The Daoist Nine True Mantras, the Fomen Six True Mantras, and in the Eternal Life Realm, the Wu Men Twelve True Mantras—all these were distant to Fang Yu, except the Fomen Six True Mantras, which were slightly closer to him.

At this moment, Fang Yu heard the four words "Infinite Heavenly Lord" and sensed he might unravel even deeper mysteries.

"Greetings, fellow cultivator."

The Daoist priestess of Dao Yi Sacred Land sensed Fang Yu's gaze and bowed respectfully.

Before Fang Yu, this young Daoist priestess did not act arrogantly.

"Greetings, fellow cultivator."

Fang Yu grunted in return.

"Thud," "Thud," "Thud"…

Muffled drumbeats rose again from deep underground, and more yin energy flowed out, instantly obscuring the stars and moon.

Clearly, the yin soldiers and yin horses were about to surge forth again; the cultivators on the surface paled—the underground mausoleum was deadly, and the yin beings could not be slain in full.

Purple qi surged from the east; a floating celestial palace descended above the great tomb, its purple radiance raining down in scattered specks, pouring inward.

Celestial music resonated; the palace above was distant and dreamlike, seeming unreal. Where the purple qi flowed, all yin energy was annihilated.

"No wonder the Zi Fu Sacred Land's experts are renowned—purple qi is auspicious energy, perfectly suited to suppress yin energy!"

Someone marveled.

Humming, humming, humming.

A golden ancient ship hundreds of zhang long flew in and hovered in midair, its sword beams slashing down and shattering the earth instantly.

This was the Dàyǎn Sacred Land's cultivators acting.

Sword qi surged like dragons, thick as mountains, piercing heaven and earth—nothing could stand in its path.

Disciples of major sects trembled; they were from the great sects of the Eastern Wastelands' Northern Region, yet before these Sacred Lands, they were still too weak.

"The Great Expansion Sacred Sword—slays all. Legend says that if perfected, it can sever all things and manifest countless miniature worlds."

The Yao Guang Holy Maiden marveled.

"The sword qi pierces the heavens—truly astonishing."

The Yaochi Holy Maiden nodded.

Among the gathering, the supreme geniuses of the major Sacred Lands each revealed their strength: Dao Yi, Zi Fu, Dàyǎn—each displayed their unique divine arts.

Finally, the earth cracked open, revealing the underground landscape: a vast chasm.

This was a colossal underground palace, like an ancient city, revealing a corner of its majestic city gate before the world's eyes.

The underground palace, ten thousand years old, remained pristine as ever—undoubtedly, it contained mysterious Dao patterns that rendered it immortal and preserved it to this day.

The massive ancient city gates, once half-open, had been emitting wisps of black mist; now they snapped shut entirely, as if an ultimate malevolent spirit within sensed the terror of outsiders and sealed off the inside from the outside.

The young disciples of the various Sacred Lands ceased their attacks, none daring to strike first.

Seeing everyone wait for the first to act, Fang Yu had no reason to waste time here—he extended a finger and unleashed the Great Freeze Technique of the Three Thousand Great Dao.

Boundless cold energy descended upon the void, terrifying chill spreading outward in concentric rings.

First it reached the city walls, then penetrated inward through the walls, reaching deep into the underground palace.

Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Freeze Technique.

This supreme Dao technique was cultivated by Young Master Chunan. To master this ultimate Dao, Young Master Chunan journeyed to the Ice World of the Thousand Great Worlds, spending a full three jiazi collecting eon-old xuan ice essence and primordial cold tides, finally perfecting the Great Freeze Technique.

But Young Master Chunan met Fang Yu—and was slain by him. All his Xu Yuan Qi transformed into Immortal Fruits, split into three parts, absorbed by Fang Yu—thus Fang Yu obtained the perfected Great Freeze Technique.

Now, Fang Yu immediately unleashed the Great Freeze Technique of the Three Thousand Great Dao; instantly, the city gate and everything within the underground palace froze into ice sculptures.

Originally, the underground palace teemed with endless yin beings seeking to plunge the world into chaos—but now they could not escape; all were encased in ice.

"Let's go."

Fang Yu spoke to Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and Tu Fei beside him, then stepped forward into the gate.

As Fang Yu passed through, the two massive gates shattered into fragments of ice, then vanished into thin air.

Fang Yu walked straight in.

The remaining Holy Sons and Holy Maidens stared at this icy realm, their bodies trembling with countless prickles of cold.

Their flesh was now freezing cold—though they had cultivated to the Four Extremities realm, here they felt a bone-deep chill, as if they were ordinary mortals who had never cultivated, standing in winter's Northern Plains.

"So cold… how can it be this cold? I've lived for decades and never seen such a chilling technique—how did he cultivate this ice energy?"

A genius who had reached the Four Extremities Secret Realm, once admired wherever he went as a celestial being, now here, he was reduced to sniffling and weeping, utterly stripped of his legendary aura.

"Terrifying… this is too terrifying. I want to go home. What's the point of fighting for the Nine Secrets? One misstep and I'll freeze to death—I'm now so frozen my mind is clearer than ever before."

Another cultivator, an absolute genius of the Dao Palace Wu Wu Zhongtian, only one step away from the Four Extremities Secret Realm, his expression solemn, slowly retreated.

He had now exhausted every technique at his disposal and still could not withstand this wave of cold qi; one could well imagine that if, a while later, he truly had to fight over the treasures within the underground palace, the moment the cold qi lunged at his body, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture.

So this Dao Palace Wu Wu Zhongtian cultivator left this place without the slightest hesitation.

"Under heaven, there are quite a few divine arts that cultivate cold ice qi, but cold ice divine arts are generally just ordinary divine arts, utterly unfit for high society. How is it that this Fang Yu's cold ice divine art is so terrifying—it's already surpassing the trump-card divine arts of our Holy Land."

The Holy Son of the Dayan Holy Land could hardly believe it. Earlier he had personally executed the Dayan Holy Sword and drawn everyone's gaze, but now he felt that his own sect's supreme inheritance, the Dayan Holy Sword, seemed still no match for the freezing divine art before his eyes.

The freezing divine art, within the entire Dayan Holy Land, was utterly unremarkable—how could it display such an invincible might in Fang Yu's hands?

Feeling this cold ice power now, he didn't even dare to enter the underground palace; he had no confidence at all that he could use the Dayan Holy Sword to break through this cold ice power.

But having come all this way, if he didn't even take a single look, would that be too much of a pity?

Fang Yu, however, paid no attention to what these Holy Sons were thinking, and went straight forward.

The Yin beings ahead had all been sealed away, so naturally nothing could hinder Fang Yu for even a moment. And as he stepped forward, he reached the end of the underground palace. The Yin qi ahead was gone; instead, there stood a stretch of jade pavilions and crystal halls, set at the far end of the underground palace.

This stretch of jade pavilions and crystal halls was a golden yellow, yet nearly crystalline and translucent—seemingly gold, yet like spirit jade—exquisitely magnificent.

Streaks of auspicious radiance bloomed; beams of colored light shot out in all directions.

The surroundings were a verdant green, with many rare flowers and exotic herbs growing in this underground world.

"To think it's a world like this—truly a wonder hidden within."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were both somewhat astonished. They had thought they were about to enter a ghostly land, but the reality was exactly the opposite.

As the few entered the palace, a thick wave of spiritual energy rushed at them. Everything was glittering and sparkling; every vessel was carved from spirit jade.

There weren't really any treasures useful to Fang Yu here, but Tu Fei and the others did make a move and gained quite a few benefits.

"Following Big Brother really does let us share in the glory."

Tu Fei was beaming with delight.

Usually, entering various Secret Realms required long bouts of slaughter before one could obtain even scraps, but now they were the very first to enter the underground palace.

After the benefits of the first layer of the palace were claimed, they pressed onward.

They passed through five great halls in succession, and Fang Yu still came away empty-handed, while everyone else had gained something.

Arriving before the 6th Layer great hall, this great hall had a plaque hung upon it, inscribed with four large characters: Hall of Radiant Light.

And behind the Hall of Radiant Light, there were three coffins; even the smallest was as large as a palace. The three great coffins stood one taller than the next, towering in the darkness.

Six great halls, three coffins.

This was the layout within this underground palace—together, they formed a nine.

"What is that?!"

Pang Bo's gaze looked ahead, and he saw a floating divine platform before him. Its entire body was pitch-black, yet it shot out streaks of auspicious radiance and colored light—utterly mysterious.

And upon the divine platform lay an ancient beast-hide scroll, looking very ordinary, yet everyone felt this scroll must be far from ordinary.

And apart from these, within the great hall stood an ancient pagoda. The pagoda had seven layers in total, and on the highest layer sat cross-legged a hazy, indistinct figure. Now, as Fang Yu and the others arrived, a chillingly cold expression appeared on his face.