Spirit Vessel

“80,000 years ago, a true dragon was grievously wounded and ran out from a great battlefield, wanting to go through the realms to escape. However, it met a human legion and was pursued. In the end, the legion took it down while its corpse fell into a grand dimension. A sage from Nine-abyss secretly took it back to Sixth Central.”

“The corpse of a true dragon…” You Zilin may be powerful but still had his childlike curiosity.

“What kind of existence managed to injure a true dragon?” Another youth said, thinking that this was just an unsubstantiated legend.

“Not long ago, the news of this corpse spread and shocked all of Sixth Central. A messenger from the dragon race arrived and of course, the city lord didn’t dare to offend the messenger and handed the corpse over right away. However, the messenger was unhappy about something and demanded the city lord to hand an item over. It is said that the city had no idea what this item was.”

“So that true dragon had something on it?” You Zilin’s eyes darted back and forth as he speculated.

“Eventually, a fight broke out between the two of them. The messenger was killed but still took down the city. As for the corpse, it disappeared from sight. Three domains nearby were annihilated as well. Several hundred thousands of miles are just filled with ominous entities now.”

“Later on, another draconic expert came and sank the city down to the ground. Everyone thought that he had brought the corpse back but now, that doesn’t seem to be the case since the dragon is back out with the city.”

The daoist paused for a moment before continuing: “Sigh, who knows what these things forebode, most likely nothing good.”

“Then why are we here?” You Ziling asked while meditating on a blue cloud. Her daoist robe was clean; her lucid eyes were as bright as the stars.

She had a bang covering her fair forehead, looking rather beautiful and intelligent.

“There are nine abysses with spirit veins here, hence the name of the city. They can purify your body, that’s why we’re here. If one of you is lucky, you might be able to refine your body in one and increase both your cultivation and potential, becoming a lord of Lifeless in the future.”

The geniuses’ eyes brightened. The reason for cultivation wasn’t only to become immortal but to also live freely without restrictions.

They were qualified to have a chance of reaching Heaven’s Emergence. However, doing so now would be rather unambitious. They wanted to experience more rebirth cycles – that’s the only way to pave a stronger foundation for the next realm.

What they lacked right now was a way to tap into their hidden potential. This was necessary to survive more cycles.

Suddenly, billowing dark clouds encroached the area.

Four black-robed men jumped down, possessing an unbearable chill and evil energy. There were five more white-robed youths behind him, looking mighty and arrogant.

The robes hid their appearance and cultivation so they looked like messengers from hell.

However, Feiyun naturally recognized them – the pursuers from the Yin World.

“On guard.” The cultivators from Lifeless stood up after seeing the mighty foes.

A rosy-complexion old daoist sent out a purple talisman. It exploded and created a barrier around them.

“Who are you?” Earthvoid Daoist calmly asked, still sitting on a boulder.

The enemies looked fierce but he had experienced plenty of waves and storms in the past and was not intimidated.

An old man outside with a hoarse voice chuckled and told his shorter friend: “Stinky daoists from Lifeless.”

“I dare you to say that again, old geezer!” You Yilin barked back.

The three daoists from Lifeless frowned and despised the aura coming from this group. There was a thick stench of blood and yin energy. They were clearly evil cultivators whose hands were stained with blood.

Moreover, the three were used to being respected. Even the ancestors from the ancient clans wanted to flatter them; being called “stinky daoists” was new.

A black-robed man with a high voice asked: “Did you see a half-demon?”

“No half-demon, only a bunch of abominations.” You Yilin retorted.

“Watch your mouth, little daoist.” The man’s voice became shriller and nefarious.

“Am I wrong? You must be quite ugly to hide your face.” Yilin continued.

“You’re courting death, little one.” His aura erupted and two dark rays pierced through the barrier, aiming for Yilin’s neck and waist.

“Boom!” Earthvoid Daoist raised one finger and shot out numerous lights to break the two sword rays.

“I am Earthvoid of Lifeless. We did not see any half-demon along the way and do not wish to fight. Of course, if you insist on antagonizing us, we don’t mind a battle.” His mighty voice caused debris to go flying.

The cultivators from the Yin World didn’t want trouble either. The black-robed old man said: “I hope you’re telling the truth or your sect will pay a heavy price. Let’s go.”

The group left and headed deeper into the ruins.

“Hmph! Where are you going?! Afraid of my Junior Ancestor?!” You Yilin shouted.

“They have a strong background, it’s best not to provoke them.” Earthvoid grimaced and yelled at the youth.

Yilin disagreed because their sect has never been afraid of anyone in the southwestern twelve territories. Even the medial clans respected them and wanted to send their geniuses there for training.

“Cause any more trouble and I’ll send you back to the palace.’ Yiling spoke.

“Big Sis, I’m just annoyed…” Yilin lowered his head, not wanting to argue with his sister.

“You’re annoying me too, maybe I should teach you a lesson.” She had a dignified air that made him submissive.

“Don’t, okay, okay, I’m sorry. Big Sis, since you’re so smart, do you know who they’re looking for? Why would masters like them care about a half-demon?” Yilin was afraid of his sister even though she was only three minutes older than him. He changed the subject right away.

“Hmm, I heard there is a genius half-demon appearing in Crimson Territory recently. He defeated all the other geniuses and was summoned by the deity, this is quite rare in history.” Earthvoid said.

“Junior Ancestor, you’re talking about Feng Feiyun?” Yilin became excited and said: “I actually met him on the battlefield once and didn’t think much of him. Who would have thought that he would defeat Eighth and Huang Tian in just a few years? If I meet him again, I’ll let him have a taste of my Evil Slayer.”

Yiling, on the other hand, had a strange expression. She recalled what happened at the spider demons’ camp; her cheeks became red as a result. ‘That shameless half-demon!’

She gritted her teeth and didn’t like him at all even though he saved her life.

“Sis, why are you grinding your teeth?” Yilin noticed.

“None of your business.” She scowled.

“Oh, okay…” Yilin lowered his head again.

Feiyun has been watching in the shadows and was quite amused by the twins. He felt that he could follow them to reach the center of the ruins.

The dragon corpse and the nine veins, a city that has been buried for 80,000 years. What secrets loomed here?