Chapter 305

Chapter 305: The Eye on the Massive Stone

It was unfathomable. How could the dark green flame illuminate death? Even more incomprehensible was the scene revealed within his bloodline.

There, within that world of ruin, stood several immortals.

Zhang Yang didn’t know if it was an illusion or a sensation drawn from his bloodline, but he instinctively believed that these immortals far surpassed the so-called Thunder Saint Monarch of the immortal path.

And yet, they had all been slain. A faint sorrow emanated from them. Zhang Yang felt it seep into his very soul, filling him with inexplicable grief, as if he were mourning a loss he could not remember. Tears welled in his eyes.

But alongside that sorrow, he also sensed a gentle warmth.

It was as if the departed immortals were somehow finding solace in his presence.

As if, because of him, they no longer felt alone.

Even more strangely, he felt an indescribable closeness to them, as though each immortal shared a deep and unbreakable connection with him.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the strange sorrow and examined his surroundings carefully.

The immortal corpses stretched across every corner of the sky above the Shattered Heavenly Realm.

There were so many of them.

All kinds of immortals.

Among them, he saw dozens of dragons—the true legendary dragons that had existed before the Eternal Night.

He also saw a flock of phoenixes, real ones, each distinct in their beauty and power. There were golden phoenixes, Daybreak Sun phoenixes, Ice-fire phoenixes, and many more. However, despite their grandeur, they were all dead. The heavens did not weep blood; instead, they rained immortal corpses, a tragic and haunting spectacle.

A long time passed before Zhang Yang finally emerged from his contemplation.

Tears touched his face, and as he raised his hand to wipe his cheek, he suddenly realized he had been crying. "I don’t know why… but my heart is filled with sorrow," he thought, tightening his fists in frustration.

"Perhaps I should dig deeper into the secrets of my bloodline."

"Maybe… I bear a special mission."

"Whatever the truth is, I will uncover it."

He stared into the dark void within his bloodline, knowing one thing for certain, the world within him was still unclear and incomplete.

It needed more fire.

The Falling Star Mountain Range…

There were still flames hidden there, flames that could further illuminate his bloodline.

And once this sorrowful scene was fully lit, his bloodline would awaken completely.

Taking a slow breath, he exhaled a wisp of impure air, then wiped his tears away.

He needed to keep moving forward.

Reorganizing his thoughts, he turned his attention back to the Reincarnation Well.

A sense of warm familiarity emanated from the massive stone.

He hesitated for only a brief moment and then, without warning he leapt into the Reincarnation Well.

What had seemed shallow turned out to be a vast world.

After descending for a while, he landed on the massive stone.

Around him, thick mist swirled, deeply imbued with the Aura of Death.

Even compared to the River of Death, this mist carried an even greater sense of finality.

The lampstand, which had once held the dark green flame, had now turned to dust and disappeared—its purpose fulfilled.

Yet, Zhang Yang still felt that same sense of familiarity from the massive stone.

Reaching out, he gently touched its surface.

And then, he realized something shocking.

The massive stone had no discernible boundaries.

Its edges had long since vanished into the mist.

He tried to walk toward the edges, but the mist churned, exuding a terrifying pressure, along with a chilling intent to kill, as if some unseen horrors lurked within, forbidding him from peering inside.

He had no choice but to remain within the area illuminated by the dark green flame.

Turning his attention back to the massive stone, he recalled how his blood energy had surged into it earlier, revealing three distinct patterns.

In truth, there were many patterns carved into the stone.

Yet, even standing so close, he could neither see them clearly nor discern their meaning, whether by sight or touch.

After a brief pause, he chose to concentrate on the three patterns that had been revealed: an eye, a pair of wings, and the character for "immortal." As he traced his fingers over them, he sensed a subtle warmth radiating from within.

There were also subtle, yet incredibly weak fluctuations of power, as if each of these symbols concealed a profound mystery.

The eye was the closest to him.

Fixing his gaze upon it, he suddenly felt something strange, a wondrous sensation, as if his own eyes were merging with the eye on the stone.

And then, something incredible happened. It felt as if he had opened a supreme eye beneath the earth, gazing out from the depths of the abyss. Wherever he directed his sight, his vision pierced through layers of obstruction.

He gazed through the sky above the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, through the River of Death, and through the earth itself. He saw the surface, the sunlight, and the outside world. He saw the Abyss of the Buried Immortals once more. At that moment, the area around the Abyss was filled with people. A large crowd of spectators had gathered, coming from both the Southern Region and the Western Desert, but three groups stood out in particular.

The first group, numbering over a thousand, consisted of the Butian Guards.

Originally, their ranks were only eight hundred, but after Jin Zhihong took one hundred of them, seven hundred remained and now, their numbers had swelled beyond a thousand.

At the forefront stood ten powerful experts, each radiating a formidable aura.

And at the very front, aman like a general, standing still as a mountain, his might surpassing even that of Jin Zhihong’s three great experts; Yuan Chiyang, Nie Bahuang, and Qing Xie.

The second group numbered eight hundred, but unlike the Butian Guards, they rode warhorses, each fierce and battle-hardened, exuding a bloodthirsty presence.

These were no ordinary mounts.

Their riders wore matching attire, curved sabers strapped to their waists, with large bows and quivers slung across their backs.

They stood in a tight, disciplined formation, their presence intimidating.

At the helm of this group stood a young man with a sword on his back, a figure eerily reminiscent of Gu Qianmu from the Cold Moon Dynasty in the Western Desert, the very man Zhang Yang had rescued in Mo City.

The third group caught Zhang Yang’s attention the most—

Because among them stood…

Prince Sparrow.

The very man who had provoked Zhang Yang’s fury multiple times before the Realm of Thunder, and whom he had been powerless to confront.

Afterward, Prince Sparrow had returned to seek the aid of the Sparrow King, which ultimately led to the Thunder Saint Monarch’s intervention.

That chain of events, in turn, caused the Human King’s decree, a command to annihilate the Forbidden Land and convert it into a holy ground for the immortal path, a decree that had inadvertently led to the Eternal Night and the king’s disappearance.

Zhang Yang had never expected Prince Sparrow to have survived.

Of course, he didn’t believe Prince Sparrow had endured within the Forbidden Land itself.

It was more likely that after his return, the Sparrow King had taken precautions to prevent him from being sealed again, arranging an escape route through the western side of the Forbidden Land, which conveniently led into the Falling Star Mountain Range.

Now, Prince Sparrow found himself surrounded by numerous figures, all unmistakably of the demon race. Among them were Mouse Prince, Monkey Prince, Horse Prince, and others, these were the princes of the Forbidden Land.

Zhang Yang had to admit that the demon race had been well-prepared.

Even if the Forbidden Land itself was destroyed, they had arranged for a contingent of princes to take refuge in the Falling Star Mountain Range, ensuring their survival.

At this moment, these princes all surrounded a young man, much like stars surrounding the moon, making him the center of attention.

And this young man radiated a commanding presence, an invisible might that could only be forged by years of occupying a position of power.

He appeared to be in his thirties, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed the Abyss of the Buried Immortals and the two other formidable groups.

Then, he smiled and without a word, turned and walked away.

His entourage quickly followed, distancing themselves from the scene.

Even so, many people still gathered in front of the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, their numbers swelling as more arrived to witness the unfolding events.

Aside from them, Zhang Yang also noticed mountains spanning a vast range of two to three thousand miles.

"If only the viewing range were a bit larger," he muttered to himself.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, is vision suddenly blurred for an instant, and when he looked again he was shocked.

The range had expanded dramatically. Now, he could see nearly half of the Falling Star Mountain Range!

"Is this really possible?!"

His heart pounded.

The Eye of the Massive Stone, how extraordinary was this power?! Could that flickering flame, the one that illuminated death, have granted him the ability to freely control this eye, allowing him to see anything he wished?

Without hesitation, he quickly focused his attention on the vast landscape before him.

From below, the Falling Star Mountain Range stretched endlessly, its peaks appearing interconnected, boundless.

Yet, he saw no figures in this grand expanse.

Even the Abyss of the Buried Immortals appeared small and insignificant, nearly unnoticeable.

And then, amidst this breathtaking vastness, his gaze caught onto something unusual.

A small rock.

It should have been nothing, insignificant against such a vast backdrop. Yet, somehow, it stood out, drawing his attention immediately.