Chapter 618: Purple Gold Secured

When encountering barrier passages ahead, simply inputting one's own Dao method into them would open the barrier and allow entry into the next zone.

Logically, this one should be the same.

Amid the expectant gazes of everyone, He Pingsheng also infused his cultivated poison-element Dao method into it.

Hummmmm…

A ripple surged.

Yet the barrier did not open.

"This…"

Nan Li frowned and said, "What's going on? Dragon Daoist has already mastered two layers of poison-element Dao method—still can't open it?"

"No idea!"

"Maybe not!"

"This is different from before—perhaps this barrier isn't opened by Dao method at all!"

"Hmm… possible!"

"Or maybe this barrier passage is broken?"

…

He Pingsheng stood before the barrier, unmoved by disappointment.

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand again and placed it upon the barrier.

This time, he did not use his poison-element Dao method.

Instead, he channeled the poison-element principle and divine art he had cultivated, activating the hidden mechanism and sending it into the barrier.

Hummmmm…

The void suddenly trembled!

Before He Pingsheng, a vortex opened.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and entered.

The vortex on the barrier then sealed shut completely.

"This…" Nan Li rubbed his eyes hard. "No way… he really went through?"

"Good heavens, he actually succeeded!"

"Dragon Zhe Daoist… this… this…"

"He's about to set an unprecedented record!"

"Never seen before!"

"No one before him, no one after!"

Several demonic race members grew agitated.

Earlier, when He Pingsheng failed to open the barrier, they all hoped he would succeed.

After all, who doesn't want to witness history?

But now that he had truly opened the barrier and entered the sixth zone, they all felt uneasy.

Over countless years, who knew how many treasures remained in the sixth zone?

Now all of them were about to be taken by this Dragon Zhe alone?

It hurt.

Why wasn't it me?

But feeling hurt changed nothing—he had entered, and they could not.

"Damn it!" Prince Chongming gritted his teeth. "I should've called out to Dragon Zhe Daoist and asked him to wait—we should've gone in together!"

"Pfft…" Nan Li sneered. "You?"

"No offense, Chongming—can you even walk the Poison Dao?"

"Even if you did enter the Poison Dao, do you think this vortex would let you in just because you wanted to?"

…

After entering the sixth zone, He Pingsheng was stunned.

Before him was neither desert nor forest, but an endless ocean.

An infinite sea.

Only beneath his feet was less than a zhang of land.

Everything else was water.

Boom…

His spiritual sense erupted outward, sweeping across all directions.

His cultivation had reached Soul Transformation sixth layer; his spiritual sense equaled that of Void Refinement sixth layer, capable of scanning tens of thousands of li in a single thought.

Yet after scanning tens of thousands of li, he still found no land.

Here, there was only boundless sea!

He pulled out the map.

Looked at it.

It showed that Hongmeng Palace lay almost exactly at the center of the sixth zone.

"Let's go see," He Pingsheng murmured, then pulled out the Silver River Sky Shuttle.

He had already refined it to twenty-five layers.

"Open!" He activated it with a thought, then piloted the shuttle through the void.

The shuttle moved swiftly—nearly as fast as immortal warships traversing imperial domains—but even at this incredible speed, it took him nearly half a day to reach the so-called Hongmeng Palace.

Hongmeng Palace sat atop a small island.

The island was tiny, ten thousand zhang across.

Moreover, it was the only island He Pingsheng had seen across the entire sea.

The next moment, he landed the Silver River Sky Shuttle on the island.

The island's terrain rose and fell, crowned by a great mountain.

Hongmeng Palace stood atop the mountain's peak.

Hongmeng Palace was not large.

Its entire body glowed black-purple.

No arrays surrounded its exterior.

A desolate aura emanated from the hall.

He Pingsheng did not enter immediately, but sent his spiritual sense into the hall.

Unfortunately, his spiritual sense could not penetrate the interior.

It seemed the hall itself blocked spiritual sense.

He Pingsheng walked to the hall's entrance and gently pushed with both hands.

Creak… creak… the hall's door opened.

A purplish-red light erupted violently from the threshold.

Under the glow, He Pingsheng could not see a thing.

But after merely one or two breaths, the purplish-red light pouring from the hall vanished entirely.

Everything within the hall became clear!

The hall was empty.

Aside from the hall structure itself, only a stone table remained.

The stone table was solid.

More than a table, it resembled a stone pedestal.

On the pedestal stood a rod, vertically inserted.

The rod was one zhang long, as thick as a child's arm.

Yet it shimmered with purplish-red light.

The glow was not intense—almost gentle.

A profound, desolate, ancient aura emanated from the rod.

This…

He Pingsheng's pupils contracted slightly: "Could this… be the 【Hongmeng Purple Gold】 marked on the map?"

His spiritual sense twisted into a vortex, swirling toward the rod.

Yet he detected no information.

The rod remained just a rod.

It simply stood there, quietly radiating its ancient, desolate aura.

He Pingsheng stepped forward quickly, approaching the purplish-red rod.

At close range, he noticed beside it lay a black jade slip.

The jade slip emitted a faint black glow.

He did not reach for the rod first, but picked up the jade slip.

Boom…

The instant the jade slip touched his hand, a voice echoed into He Pingsheng's mind.

"Thanks to the nourishment of the Spirit Realm, I, this Emperor, am about to ascend; I leave this Primordial Purple Gold here as a gift to the worthy, to repay this world's nourishment!"

The jade slip contained only these few brief words.

And it was a woman's voice.

From these few words, much could be deduced.

First, this Emperor of the Netherworld was a female emperor.

Second, she had not died—she had ascended!

Lastly, to repay the Spirit Realm's gift and nourishment, she left this Primordial Purple Gold here.

Then…

He Pingsheng's gaze shifted to the purple-gold staff: "This… must be the Primordial Purple Gold!"

The Netherworld Empress left behind many things, yet mentioned none—only this Primordial Purple Gold was noted on the jade slip.

Thus, in her eyes, everything else was unworthy of mention beside this Primordial Purple Gold.

The value of the Primordial Purple Gold was thus evident.

He Pingsheng reached out, grasped the Primordial Purple Gold, and yanked it forcefully from its stone pedestal.