Chapter 318

Chapter 318: The Multitudes of Immortals Stirred

The news of the Everlasting City of Desolation spread throughout the Yuan Realm in an instant.

The multitudes of immortals stirred restlessly.

In the new world of the Yuan Realm, at the Da Meng Clan.

"Old Meng, did you hear a voice?" Meng Huangliang was awakened by Ye Xu’s voice, immediately exited his seclusion state, and anxiously sought out Meng Changan.

Meng Changan nodded, his expression full of surprise, and said, "It should be the voice of the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."

"Brother Huangliang, you look flustered—do you perhaps know the origin of the Everlasting City of Desolation?"

Meng Huangliang gave a bitter laugh, shook his head, and said, "The origin of the Everlasting City of Desolation is so astonishingly vast; how could I possibly know it? I just occasionally heard bits about it from elders in our clan."

His expression gradually turned grave, and he solemnly said, "The Everlasting City of Desolation held earth-shattering secrets related to the Ancient Tree; we must go there."

"What about your injury?" Meng Changan frowned and asked.

"I won’t heal quickly anyway, so it’s better to take a look," Meng Huangliang replied with a smile.

Ding!

Suddenly, Meng Changan’s communication jade talisman lit up, showing a message from the Ji clan asking for the Da Meng Clan’s opinion on the matter of the Everlasting City of Desolation.

"Go."

Meng Changan’s reply was brief and firm.

…

In the deepest part of Godfall Ridge, chaos surged, and Ye Xu’s voice suddenly pierced through the chaos, reaching Li Ruoyu’s ear.

"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?" Li Ruoyu slowly opened his eyes.

"Taiyue."

With a summons, Pang Taiyue immediately appeared before him.

"Master, you heard it too?" Pang Taiyue’s face paled slightly as he bowed and said, "I dare to presume and ask, master, what exactly is the origin of the Everlasting City of Desolation?"

Li Ruoyu gave a slight nod, smiled, and said, "The Everlasting City of Desolation is a true ancient relic, but this place obscures heavenly secrets; I’ve tried investigating it multiple times without ever finding its location."

"Under the heavens, probably only the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion could accomplish this."

"Could the rebel not do it either?" Pang Taiyue exclaimed in shock.

He referred to the rebel as the Son of Heaven.

"The Everlasting City of Desolation can shield heavenly secrets, so naturally it can evade the rules of the heavenly path, bearing some resemblance to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion but far inferior to it."

Li Ruoyu stated lightly and smiled, "It seems I need to make a trip too."

"I hope this journey can unravel the mysteries in my heart."

Pang Taiyue’s expression turned serious; he mustered his courage and asked, "Master, is the Everlasting City of Desolation from another universe?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ruoyu stiffened briefly, seeming not to expect that Pang Taiyue would ask such a question.

"Perhaps," Li Ruoyu smiled and said, "Once we get there, your questions will naturally be answered."

…

Information about the Everlasting City of Desolation spread out from the Yuan Realm like a violent storm, continuously fermented, and gradually swept across the major worlds.

Ye Xu did not care how far the news could spread.

He only needed to wait.

On that day, he recalled Formless Demon Lord and Su Mu.

With Formless Demon Lord’s help, all dissenting voices across the Yuan Realm were thoroughly purged. Through the orchestration of the Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital, Gu Daojin, Emperor Venerable Four Extremes, and others, the Star Yuan system had become capable of autonomous operation.

"Daoist brother," Su Mu cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master."

Formless Demon Lord knelt halfway to the ground.

Clearly, the statuses of these two individuals were not on the same level.

"This summons is because I have a task for both of you," Ye Xu said with a smile.

"Is it about the Everlasting City of Desolation?" Su Mu had already guessed.

He was handling affairs in the Yuan Realm, so news of the Everlasting City of Desolation naturally could not escape him.

Both men were seasoned figures of the Immortal Realm; they had heard of the Everlasting City of Desolation and were deeply fascinated.

"I’ve pinpointed the location of the Everlasting City of Desolation," Ye Xu stated lightly.

Formless Demon Lord’s countenance turned to shock.

The Everlasting City of Desolation, circulating for several eras yet unseen by anyone, had truly been uncovered by Ye Xu?

It was unbelievable.

Ye Xu shot him a glance, too lazy to explain.

"I’ve set the price at fifty million Star Yuan per person. As soon as five hundred people are gathered, we’ll immediately open access to the Everlasting City of Desolation," Ye Xu declared with a smile.

Su Mu revealed a look of horror—that was twenty-five billion Star Yuan.

“Daoist brother, this is truly grand," Su Mu praised.

"Mu Daoting, since you’ve just joined the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, I’ll give you a task of real responsibility," Ye Xu directed. "You will guard the entrance to the Everlasting City of Desolation."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble, kill without hesitation."

"I’ll teach you the method to open the Everlasting City of Desolation. Once the required number is full, activate the relic site and allow entry only to those carrying identity jade tokens."

"After completing this, you too may enter the Everlasting City of Desolation."

"This subordinate obeys," Formless Demon Lord replied.

Formless Demon Lord’s face brightened with joy; as an ambitious demon, he would never pass up an ancient relic.

Moreover, the Everlasting City of Desolation was no ordinary ancient ruin.

"Here are the spatial coordinates. Head there first and draw the Everlasting City of Desolation out," Ye Xu instructed. "Cultivators are plentiful around the Three Thousand Immortal Islands; do not harm the innocent."

"Yes."

Formless Demon Lord transformed into a streak of demonic light and vanished into the void.

"Daoist brother, how did you subdue this powerful demon?" Su Mu looked curious, chuckling. "Formless Demon Lord’s name is extraordinarily renowned in the Immortal Realm."

"That fellow defied all conventions—promiscuous beyond measure, his romantic escapades beyond counting…"

Ye Xu froze.

Applying "promiscuous" to the Formless Demon Lord?

Now he’d truly seen everything.

"Rest assured," Ye Xu said. "He won’t dare harbor treachery for these thousand years, else a mere thought from me would reduce him to ashes."

Su Mu chuckled darkly; he had indeed harbored concerns about the Formless Demon Lord’s character.

"When matters concerning the Everlasting City of Desolation conclude, I shall aid you in attaining immortality," Ye Xu offered mysteriously, "and also permanently purge the ‘Eternal Catastrophe Soul Curse’ from Shen Yueyi. When that time comes, even the Gate of All Mysteries, I can assist you in acquiring."

At this, Su Mu’s eyes burned with fervor.

Possessing the Gate of All Mysteries would surely propel him to the end of the Great Dao. Even the ultimate realm of the Three Yuan Proof seemed within reach.

Yet Su Mu remained acutely aware—all this hinged on a prerequisite.

BOOOOM!

A heavenly tribulation abruptly descended from the southwestern sky.

It was the Nine Celestial Tribulations.

"The Heavenly Talisman Old Man has attained immortality," Ye Xu murmured, gazing southwestward.

Among the Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital, the Heavenly Talisman Old Man possessed the deepest cultivation. Having acquired the Primordial Talisman Gate within the Divine Court ruins, his ascension was natural.

Henceforth, barring unforeseen events, the remaining Seven Immortals would likely achieve immortality one after another.

…

"And this is the Three Thousand Immortal Islands."

After roughly a stick of incense’s time, the Formless Demon Lord arrived over the Three Thousand Immortal Islands.

His Divine Sense unfurled, instantly blanketing the vast territory.

"So many of them?"

The Formless Demon Lord frowned. Were it not for Ye Xu’s orders, he wouldn’t have spared a thought for the lives of those insect-like cultivators upon the islands.

"What a nuisance."

He sighed inwardly. One must bend beneath the roof that shelters them. For now, he endured.

He activated the Formless Celestial Demon Sutra, channeling his might. Surging, boundless magical energy spread across the endless territory, ultimately encasing the entire archipelago of Three Thousand Immortal Islands.

CRACK!

With a mighty exertion of power, the Formless Demon Lord single-handedly lifted the Three Thousand Immortal Islands and hurled them far, far away.

"What in heavens is happening?!"

The colossal upheaval plunged the cultivators on the islands into wild panic.

An archipelago spanning thousands of miles suddenly floating mid-air—utterly terrifying! Yet, a sliver of relief pierced their fear: no direct calamity befell them.

The Three Thousand Immortal Islands landed smoothly, millions of miles from their original location.

Countless cultivators were dumbstruck. Moving an entire ocean realm millions of miles? This was divine spectacle!

The Formless Demon Lord ignored it absolutely.

In his eyes, mortals and immortals were separate species of life—even an Immortal King was but an ant, let alone these flesh-and-blood mundane entities?

"True Demon Great Seal!"

The Formless Demon Lord unleashed his divine power. The world plunged into darkness as torrents of demonic energy surged. A colossal demonic hand descended from the empyrean and plunged deep into the Sea of All Realms.

CRAAAAAAAAASH!

Instantly, monstrous waves erupted across the Sea of All Realms. Dozens of ancient ferocious beasts perished instantly.

The demonic hand reached into the abyssal depths of the sea. With one firm grasp—as if seizing an entire world—the corner of an ancient city appeared within his grip.

Channeling explosive power, he began to drag the Everlasting City of Desolation from its sealed temporal plane.

KABOOOM!

His terrifying power shattered the surrounding Chaos. Just managing to raise a single corner of the Everlasting City so it floated above the Sea of All Realms left the Formless Demon Lord utterly drained.

"Damn it all! How absurdly arduous!" he cursed venomously.

Merely manifesting one corner of the Everlasting City consumed almost seventy percent of his formidable magical reserves.

"Hell, since there’s no rush to open the City yet, might as well conserve strength." The Formless Demon Lord was no fool. With no impending deadline, there was no need to exhaust himself forcing its emergence all at once.

Decided, he reined in his remaining power. Pulling a vial of immortal pills from his robes, he upended the entire contents into his mouth.