Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Taixu Domain

Ziyang Immortal Realm.

Blood rain fell from the heavens, and all beings shared the sorrow.

The celestial phenomena heralding the fall of a Dao Sovereign enveloped the vast domain.

Dao Sovereign Penglai, Meng Qingluo, and other formidable Dao Sovereigns arrived almost instantly, crossing realms. Their potent Divine Sense spread over the heavens and the earth, attempting to locate the site of the fall.

"This person was very cautious; not a single trace was left behind," Dao Sovereign Penglai withdrew his Divine Sense, his brow tightly furrowed. "I wonder, which fellow cultivator suffered this calamity this time?"

"Dao Sovereign Ziyang died in the Ziyang Immortal Realm, and now this fellow Daoist met their end here too. It cannot be a coincidence," said Meng Qingluo, divine patterns swirling within her beautiful eyes as she activated her Eye Technique.

In her vision, the heavens and earth manifested in different hues.

She was dissecting the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth, chasing after suspicious traces.

But moments later, Meng Qingluo shook her head and gave up.

"Why hasn’t Daoist friend Tianxuan come?"

Suddenly, Dao Sovereign Penglai looked around, recalling a person.

At his words,

Meng Qingluo also froze.

Dao Sovereign Tianxuan was one of the six Dao Sovereigns who had entered Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and should have been nearby. Yet, he was conspicuously absent during such a momentous event as the fall of a Dao Sovereign—highly suspicious.

"Haha ha…"

Long laughter echoed as the eastern sky turned an eerie crimson, as if steeped in twilight clouds. A vast shadow gradually entered everyone’s sight.

It was a Three-Legged Golden Crow, its wingspan blotting out the sun and moon, covering billions of miles in a single glide.

Before long, it entered the Ziyang Immortal Realm. Its wings folded, transforming into a handsome man clad in golden feathered robes, wearing a golden feathered crown, his aura blazing like fire.

"It has been long, dear friends," Dao Sovereign Lingxu greeted with a cupped fist.

One Dao Sovereign snorted coldly, "One of your avatars remains pinned within Canglan City, fellow Daoist. So it hasn’t really been that long since we last met."

"Hmph!"

Dao Sovereign Lingxu grunted, his expression turning ugly. "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has insulted me gravely. I will not let him get away with it."

None of them took him seriously.

Given Dao Sovereign Lingxu’s violent nature, if he were truly confident, he would have stormed Heaven’s Secret Pavilion long ago. Ranting before them now was mere bluster.

"Dao Sovereign Ziyang perished. Luo Nishang, the Ziyang Immortal Palace’s sole knowledgeable survivor, was taken away by the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. And now, another Dao Sovereign has fallen in the Ziyang Immortal Realm," stated another Dao Sovereign solemnly, "The matters implicated behind this are highly unusual. Alas, with the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion so powerful, extracting the truth from him would be incredibly difficult."

"That’s secondary,"

Dao Sovereign Penglai said with a grave expression. "What if the mastermind behind the curtain is the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion? Then wouldn’t we be leaping into a trap, presenting our necks to be slaughtered?" The successive deaths of two Dao Sovereigns had plunged the great immortal domains into panic.

Meanwhile.

Feng Wuji infiltrated the southwestern part of the Ziyang Immortal Realm. He came to a large river; this was the Canglan River, which flowed out from the Canglan Immortal Domain and traversed numerous realms.

Mist enveloped the river, thick and boundless like waves, with dense fog shrouding everything. Vicious beasts occasionally leaped out from the waters, splashing up monstrous waves.

"This place is truly strange," Feng Wuji gazed towards the Canglan River. The fog was as thick as clouds, obscuring his vision, clearly indicating something was amiss.

"The coordinates provided by the Master are located right here."

Feng Wuji blinked, sniffing the air lightly. "The scent of blood."

Having reincarnated countless times, Feng Wuji’s techniques and divine powers had reached an unimaginable level. His sense of smell had also been refined to incredible sensitivity, capable of distinguishing all manner of scents.

Above the vast river, the thick fog rolled, yet the pervasive smell of blood lingered stubbornly.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The deeper he ventured, the stronger the scent of blood became.

Grotesque, monstrous water beasts leaped out of the water in fierce competition, actually attacking and devouring each other in a gruesome feeding frenzy, creating an extremely bloody scene.

Feng Wuji frowned slightly.

These fierce beasts weren’t particularly strong; the strongest among them was only at the Early World Master stage.

He activated the Dutian Dao Xuanjing, concealing his entire aura.

This method was a top-tier technique.

Although it was only a technique at the Sovereign of the World level, thanks to the profound mysteries of the Dutian Dao Xuanjing and Feng Wuji’s own mastery of divine powers, even a World Master would find it difficult to detect his presence.

Feng Wuji activated his spatial magic, concealing himself within the Ultimate Great Luo Heaven, and proceeded towards the spatial node.

The fog grew increasingly dense.

Even his divine sense was being blocked now.

Within the fog, ghostly creatures seemed to whisper among themselves, their gaze fixed upon the Ultimate Great Luo Heaven.

"How fascinating."

Far from feeling any fear, Feng Wuji was intensely curious. If he had sufficient strength, he would have truly wished to charge into the foggy world just to see what kind of creatures were speaking.

He was an expert in adventure.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder roared. Over the previously calm Canglan River, bolts of Divine Thunder abruptly descended, shattering the thick fog and collapsing layer upon layer of worlds.

From within the fog came piercing, agonized screams, as if creatures had been struck.

Feng Wuji focused his eyes. The bolts of Divine Thunder plunged into the fog, tearing the worlds apart. The lightning illuminated the darkness, revealing the terrifying forms of numerous monstrous creatures.

These monsters were grotesquely shaped, eerily resembling the Chaotic Demon Gods of the Pangu universe.

However, the monsters were mist-like, gaseous entities, lacking physical form, gathering yet not dissolving – clearly a different species.

Their auras were also extremely peculiar.

The power emanating from them felt more like a fusion of resentment and malice, while the supremely powerful, incredibly yang Divine Thunder was their natural bane.

"A pity my strength is insufficient. Otherwise, catching and dissecting one would reveal how these monsters are formed," Feng Wuji expressed his regret.

The Divine Thunder seemed capable of precise targeting; thousands of bolts rained down, yet not a single one struck Feng Wuji.

He made it safely through the foggy region.

"Finally here."

Ahead, where the Canglan River seemed to end, was nothing but emptiness.

Feng Wuji’s expression was one of excitement.

The golden book and jade slip recorded that the spatial node of the Taixu Domain was precisely at this location.

Legends spoke of the Taixu Domain as shrouded in profound mystery. Only fragmented records of its existence remained, and those aware of its whereabouts were exceedingly few.

"The Master is still the Master…" Feng Wuji was utterly impressed. Once Ye Xu took action, the location of the Taixu Domain could be pinpointed with ease.

Thinking of this, an audacious thought surfaced in Feng Wuji’s mind.

He truly wanted to crack open Ye Xu’s skull to take a look.

"Just how many secrets are hidden in the Master’s mind?"

Feng Wuji clicked his tongue.

Woosh!

He surged his magical power. The Great Dao World of the Nine Heavens revolved. Torrential magic power surged forth like a celestial river, transforming into Obliteration Mysterious Yellow. The dual streams of Xuanhuang energy, coiling like dragons, blasted into the spatial node.

Whump!

The blast struck the void like mud sinking into the sea.

Yet, after a single breath, the void abruptly began to twist, and a vortex suddenly materialized.

Beyond the vortex, like an abyss, lay depths unfathomable at a glance, teeming with interwoven auras of profound strangeness.

Feng Wuji gazed into the abyss.

He sensed something within that abyss also staring back at him.

"Heh heh heh…"

Fire burned in Feng Wuji’s eyes, "A fine place indeed."

He caught the scent of fresh blood once more.

That distinctive smell emanated from the abyss.

Only now did he realize why that scent of blood felt so unique.

Because,

it was Dao blood.

Left behind by a Dao Sovereign who had fallen.

"On the way here, another Dao Sovereign bit the dust. Couldn’t be this poor soul, could it?" Feng Wuji murmured to himself, not a trace of fear in his voice.

He was poised to charge into the abyss when something suddenly occurred to him.

"The Master instructed me to turn it upside down inside. But if I plunge in now and perish there, no one besides the Master would ever know this place existed."

"I’d better make sure everyone knows about it first."

He began to sense the profound mysteries of the spatial node.

After an unknown period of time.

His eyes revealed a trace of madness.

"There are twelve unstable spatial points in this passage. If I can infuse magic into those twelve points, the spatial nodes will briefly collapse."

"At that time, the aftershocks from the collapsing space should create quite a commotion."

Feng Wuji sneered eerily.

He also left a way out.

Spatial nodes were formed from countless space-time intersections. He just needed, in that instant of the eruption, to leap from another space into the abyss to escape perfectly.

"I still need to erect a monument!"

Feng Wuji took out a divine stone, refined it into a divine monument, and inscribed it with "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion" in crooked characters that resembled crawling insects.

He erected the stone tablet inscribed with Heaven’s Secret Pavilion in a stable space.

Boom!

The next moment, Feng Wuji activated his profound arts, grew three heads and six arms, and unleashed annihilating magic, devouring magic, spatial magic…

Various magics erupted one after another.

Bang!

Dozens of magics struck the twelve spatial points simultaneously. There was an explosive roar; the vortex twisted unnaturally, and an even more terrifying power brewed within the abyss.

Feng Wuji’s scalp tingled with dread. He flashed forward, jumped into the abyss, and flew toward its depths.

Boom!

A few moments later.

The terrifying power backlashed. The twelve spatial points suddenly collapsed and shattered. Fierce spatial currents tore through the sky and earth, their aftershock waves sweeping across Canglan River.

On Canglan River, the thick mist continuously dissipated. Countless monsters were obliterated, emitting piercing howls of agony. For a moment, the grief over Canglan River surged sky-high.

"Hmm?"

In Ziyang Immortal Realm, the various Dao Sovereigns all detected the anomaly.

"That’s the direction of Ghost City…"

Dao Sovereign Penglai’s eyes shot out a sharp gleam.

"Although Ghost City is plagued by demons, celestial thunder constantly falls there, keeping it relatively stable. How could such terrifying power suddenly erupt?"

Dao Sovereign Lingxu exclaimed in surprise.

"We’ll know once we take a look."

Meng Qingluo was the first to fly toward Ghost City.

The others followed suit.

Half a tea-time later, the Dao Sovereigns arrived at Ghost City of Canglan River.

Meng Qingluo employed her Eye Technique. She saw that vortex, stretched by the spatial currents; it grew larger but gradually stabilized.

Given some time, it would recover.

After all, Feng Wuji’s strength was too weak. He could only exploit the spatial instability to create a big disturbance, but couldn’t maintain it for long.

Meng Qingluo saw that abyss.

For some reason.

In the depths of her mind, an eye involuntarily surfaced.

That eye was also staring at her.

"What is that place?"

Dao Sovereign Lingxu was utterly shaken. He had never known that at the end of Canglan River’s Ghost City, there lay a hidden, mysterious abyssal world.

The others shook their heads.

"Within Ziyang Immortal Realm, the most mysterious place is none other than Taixu Domain." Dao Sovereign Penglai had lived for eons and knew countless secrets. He voiced his speculation.

"Daoist brother, do you mean this is the legendary Taixu Domain?"

A Dao Sovereign exclaimed in terror.

"It’s possible," Meng Qingluo nodded. Her expression was hesitant, but in the end, she did not reveal the anomaly she had just sensed.

"The lingering scent of Dao blood fills the world. It’s probably from that fallen Dao Sovereign." Meng Qingluo detected traces of Dao blood. With her divine eyes, she tracked it to the source.

"The source is right there."

Hearing this.

The twelve Dao Sovereigns all gazed toward the abyssal world.