NIP Chapter 1549 The Forbidden Land Beneath the Forbidden Land
Chapter 1549 The Forbidden Land Beneath the Forbidden Land
Chapter 1549 The Forbidden Land Beneath the Forbidden Land
"I see……"
Emperor Yongyu muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been polished by blood-red sandpaper, carrying a piercing bitterness and resentment.
The countless soul totems on his ancient robe drooped listlessly, his Nine Dragons Emperor Crown hung askew on his forehead, and the dripping blood-red divine liquid was no longer a symbol of majesty, but rather like the blood and tears of a loser, splattering and etching marks on the broken ground.
"You have long since merged your inner world with the Heavenly Domain, becoming the ruler of this world... No wonder you can still remain composed under my world-destroying calamity..."
Wang Xian stood with his hands behind his back, the chaotic patterns on his robes rising and falling gently with his breath, each ripple causing the laws of the heavens to tremble.
Looking down at this once invincible Tenth-Rank Immortal Emperor, Wang Xian's eyes were as calm as if he were watching ants fight—in fact, from the perspective of the Heavenly Domain Ruler, the existence before him was indeed no different from ants.
Emperor Yongyu closed his eyes, his eyelashes casting dark shadows beneath them, and swallowed a mouthful of blood with a heavy thud.
He could clearly sense that his proud crimson law was melting away like snow under the scorching sun in front of the hazy phantom world behind Wang Xian.
The majesty that once suppressed countless eras is now like a punctured soap bubble, leaving only tiny specks of light that sting the retina.
The entire Eternal Forbidden Land was shrouded in an invisible pressure. The blood-red sky was like congealed blood plasma, and countless cultivators knelt stiffly on the ground, their courage to even raise their heads crushed into dust.
Only the core battlefield where the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor was located still retained some traces of turmoil.
Wang Xian slowly walked up to Emperor Yongyu, crushing a solidified blood-red crystal with the sole of his boot. The crisp cracking sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.
Emperor Yongyu suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the surging chaotic energy on the hem of Wang Xianyi's robes—a power even more ancient and supreme than his own blood-red laws.
"grown ups……"
Emperor Yongyu swallowed hard, then suddenly knelt down, his Nine Dragons Crown crashing to the ground with a clatter, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.
His back was hunched over like a shrimp, his hands braced on the ground, his fingertips sinking deep into the cracked soil. The blood that seeped out was quickly absorbed by the earth, leaving not a trace.
"I... no, I, the lowly Yongyu, am willing to be an ant at your feet, begging only that you grant me a sliver of hope!"
Gasps of astonishment rippled through the forbidden area as nearly a hundred ninth-rank experts exchanged bewildered glances.
The supreme being who once single-handedly cleaved the boundary of the Chaos Sea at the founding ceremony of the Eternal Dynasty is now crawling in the dust like a dying wild dog.
A young man clad in crimson-gold armor suddenly broke through the crowd. His armor was engraved with the nine-dragon emblem of the Yongyu Dynasty, which was now glowing with a dim red light.
"Ancestor!"
The young prodigy roared, his voice trembling with sobs, "You once said that the descendants of Yongyu would rather die standing than live on their knees!"
His eyes were bloodshot, with tiny blood cracks at the corners of his eyes, and blood dripped down his cheeks, blooming like red plum blossoms on his armor.
Emperor Yongyu suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the boy, his chest heaving violently: "Get out!"
His voice was filled with unprecedented ferocity, yet it also concealed a barely perceptible tremor: "This is none of your business!"
The youth did not retreat an inch, but instead took a step forward, the imperial-patterned battle blade at his waist clattering as it was drawn: "Back then, when you led the cultivators of the 'Eternal Universe Dynasty' to conquer the heavens, you said that 'dignity is the crown of the strong.' Now, do you intend to personally remove that crown?"
His blade plunged deep into the ground, crimson spiritual energy surging into the earth along the blade, causing tremors. "Even if we die, we will die on the road to victory!"
Wang Xian looked at the boy with great interest, the laws of chaos condensing into tiny vortexes of deduction in his eyes.
To achieve the status of a 'First-Rank Immortal Emperor' in less than a thousand years, even with the support of data-driven rules, is indeed a once-in-a-million genius.
Unfortunately, he failed to reach the Heavenly Supreme level when he was in the Immortal Venerable Realm, and his future achievements will at most stop at the half-step Immortal Emperor level.
However, given the current state of the 'Eternal Universe', it is not impossible to obtain a supreme era in the future and thus break through to the 'Tenth-Rank Immortal Emperor' level, but don't even dream of reaching the 'Heavenly Emperor level'.
"Ants!"
Emperor Yongyu suddenly sprang up, his crimson spiritual energy condensing into a slap, which he delivered hard to the boy's face.
The boy was sent flying by the slap, the nine-dragon emblem on his armor shattered into dust, and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth drew a tragic arc in the air.
"shut up!"
Emperor Yongyu roared, but dared not look back at Wang Xian's face, "I don't need dignity now, I just need to live!"
The boy lay on the ground, his fingers digging deep into the soil, the blood seeping from between his fingers staining the runes on the ground red.
He raised his head, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, but he ultimately said nothing more—he saw that the ancestor's Nine Dragons Emperor Crown was rolling to Wang Xian's feet, gently lifted by the chaotic currents, and then crashed heavily into the pile of rubble. The gems on the crown shattered into twelve pieces, just like the glory of the Eternal Dynasty, which could never be put back together.
"Want to survive?" Wang Xian suddenly spoke, her voice as cold as melting glaciers. "It's not that difficult."
With a flick of his finger, a chaotic chain of light wrapped around the neck of the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor, lifting him off the ground.
"I want a complete 'Ten Revolutions Immortal Emperor' source—your own or someone else's, I don't care."
Emperor Yongyu's pupils contracted sharply, and a dying gurgling sound came from his throat.
A complete 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' origin can only be taken out by a 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' himself. As for forcibly seizing the origin of a 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor', even a cultivator at the late stage of the 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' stage could not do so against a cultivator at the early stage of the 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' stage.
Only a powerhouse at the 'Heavenly Emperor' level could forcibly seize the entire essence of a cultivator at the early stage of the 'Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor' level.
He was only at the early stage of the tenth level of cultivation; he couldn't possibly do something like that.
“My lord…” Immortal Emperor Yongyu’s voice was choked with sobs, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, “This lowly Yongyu is only at the early stage of the Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor realm, how could he possibly produce a complete Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor’s essence…”
"That's embarrassing."
Wang Xian's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, as if it were a whisper from the deepest abyss.
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Yongyu felt an invisible force, like a pair of iron clamps, instantly imprison him.
He tried to struggle, but found he couldn't move even a finger. The crimson laws surrounding his body were like fragile veils, easily torn apart by this power. Immediately afterward, a piercing pain came from the depths of his consciousness, as if his 'Immortal Emperor Origin' was being forcibly pulled out by an invisible hand.
His origin was intimately connected to his soul, and every bit of it being stripped away felt like tearing out his heart.
Emperor Yongyu's face was instantly covered with large beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth and let out a painful roar, but he was unable to stop it from happening.
His eyes were bloodshot and red from the intense pain, as if they were about to burst.
The essence of a cultivator is the foundation of their practice, the source of their power and life.
Losing one's source can result in anything from the loss of cultivation, turning one into a cripple; to the destruction of one's soul and spirit, leaving one forever unable to be reborn.
Emperor Yongyu felt his origin slowly draining away, and the despair and fear in his heart overwhelmed him like a surging tide.
He seemed to see his future as a dark and hopeless place.
Just as his 'Immortal Emperor Origin' was about to be completely stripped away and his life was about to come to an end, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in the mind of the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor.
He thought of a place, a place that might hold the origin of the 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor'!
This thought was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, rekindling a spark of hope in his previously despairing eyes.
"My lord, no!" Emperor Yongyu cried out hoarsely, his voice filled with fear and pleading, "I know where the origin of a 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' is! Please spare my life!"
His voice echoed through the Forbidden Land of Eternal Universe, stirring up waves of crimson light.
Miraculously, the force that stripped away the source suddenly stopped.
Emperor Yongyu felt his draining essence stop instantly. Then, a warm power surged into his body, and his essence began to recover rapidly.
Emperor Yongyu collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if he had just escaped from the brink of death.
Wang Xian looked down at Yongyu Immortal Emperor with indifferent eyes, his gaze devoid of any pity, only filled with cold scrutiny.
His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "You should know the consequences of deceiving me."
Before he finished speaking, a golden rune shot out from his fingertip and instantly entered the space between the eyebrows of the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor.
As the runes flickered, Emperor Yongyu felt as if his soul was being held by a sharp blade. If Wang Xian made a single thought, he would be reduced to ashes.
Wang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering to himself.
During the previous great battle, the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor burned a large amount of his origin power, and now his origin power is only one-tenth of what it was at its peak.
For Wang Xian, this source, though incomplete, still holds great value.
However, if he could acquire it completely, it would definitely allow his talent [Immortal Body] to be upgraded and transformed, or even upgraded several times.
However, it is clearly unrealistic to let the tiger return to the mountain and wait for the Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor to recover his original state before taking action.
Wang Xian's inner world is currently only temporarily integrated with the Heavenly Domain.
This is not because he is unwilling to permanently merge, but because the Celestial Realm is part of the 'Eternal Universe'.
Without the protection of that mysterious restriction outside the Heavenly Realm, once the inner world is completely integrated with the Heavenly Realm, it will inevitably attract the attention of the 'Eternal Universe'.
Given the immense size of the 'Eternal Universe', Wang Xian's inner world would be crushed into dust the moment of fusion by the powerful force.
Even with the protection of the restrictions, Wang Xian could clearly feel an invisible 'gaze' coming from the depths of the distant void.
That 'gaze' was oppressive, as if the 'eternal universe' was warning him.
If this struggle is not ended soon and the inner world is not separated from the celestial realm, the 'Eternal Great Universe' will inevitably take action and completely annihilate this 'outcast'.
This is the real reason why Wang Xian insisted on attacking the 'Eternal Forbidden Land', risked fishing for the 'Tenth-Turn Immortal Emperor', and did not give the Eternal Immortal Emperor any chance to recover his original source.
He knew that his invincible state of dominating everything in the Heavenly Realm was like a fleeting moment and could not last long.
Every minute and every second could be his last moment of controlling everything in this world.
Emperor Yongyu collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, spreading dark stains on the blood-red ground.
He stared into Wang Xian's cold, unfathomable eyes, his heart filled with fear, yet he knew this was his only chance to survive.
He licked his chapped lips, suppressing his anxiety, and spoke in a hoarse and hurried voice: "My lord, deep beneath the 'Eternal Forbidden Land,' there are actually several other forbidden lands. They are layered upon each other, like a labyrinth built up over time, and each layer hides a terrifying existence capable of overturning the heavens!"
Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
Su Qingyan, Yan Yangjun, and the others, who had relaxed a little, tensed up again. They looked at Yongyu Immortal Emperor in disbelief, and then turned their gaze to Wang Xian.
Some of the cultivators in the Eternal Forbidden Land looked terrified, while others hesitated, clearly knowing very little about the secret spoken of by the Eternal Immortal Emperor.
Wang Xian raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He slowly squatted down and stared at Emperor Yongyu: "Continue speaking. If you speak well, you might be able to live."
Emperor Yongyu hurriedly continued, "I discovered these forbidden areas by chance in the early days of establishing the Yongyu Dynasty. The outermost forbidden area contains the skeletons of countless ancient ferocious beasts. Each bone contains terrifying power. I once witnessed a 'Ninth-Rank Immortal Emperor' accidentally touch those skeletons and was instantly torn to pieces by the remaining ferocious energy within them!"
At this point, Emperor Yongyu's body trembled uncontrollably, as if recalling the terrifying scene from that time. "Further down, there is a space shrouded in a blood-red mist. The mist is filled with a power that corrodes everything. Back then, I explored it with several powerful figures, only to discover that countless strange spirits were hidden in the mist. They would possess cultivators and manipulate them to kill each other."
Emperor Yongyu's voice was filled with lingering fear, "We suffered heavy losses and barely managed to escape."
Wang Xian listened quietly, her fingers unconsciously stroking her chin as she pondered the veracity of this information.
Seeing this, Emperor Yongyu gritted his teeth and continued, "I only dare to peek into the deeper forbidden area from afar. There is a huge palace there that is bound by chains, and the chains are engraved with ancient and mysterious runes. Each rune exudes a chilling aura. I can sense that some terrifying being is sleeping in the palace, and that aura is several times stronger than mine!"
He raised his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and looked at Wang Xian, saying, "My lord, I can assure you that there are definitely 'Tenth-Rank Immortal Emperors' sleeping in those forbidden areas! As long as we join forces and launch a sneak attack while they are asleep, we will have a chance to strip away their essence!"