“Follow the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect.”
“Alright.”
The other Golden Core Realm elders of the immortal sects sealed their noses and mouths, leading their disciples to follow closely behind Long Zitian and the others.
They understood very well that they could not make a move now; otherwise, they might not even know how to find the path out.
As for those ancient freaks, they were naturally not stupid either. They knew that Long Zitian had entered the secret realm first and was the last to arrive at the blood-colored battlefield, so he must have obtained some treasure or a map of the Ten Thousand Immortal Battlefield.
“We failed to kill you in the first trial, but you won't be so lucky going forward.”
Several of them had already discussed it. They would kill Long Zitian first, and then discuss how to divide the secret treasure. They would never allow a genius of the current generation to stand above them.
At this moment, wails of anguish still echoed in the Burial Ground of Corpses. Tens of thousands of cultivators had perished here, permanently becoming nourishment for this land.
“Save... save me...”
Looking at the cultivator surrounded by blood corpses not far away, Zhu Huai felt a pang of pity and wanted to go save them. After all, she had never experienced such cruelty before.
Seeing this, Huo Huang wanted to stop her, but Wang Xuanyi made a gesturing motion to keep quiet.
Huo Huang was puzzled, and Wang Xuanyi did not explain either. He could only let Zhu Huai experience it for herself; otherwise, she would never grow. It was impossible for her to stay on Tianzhu Peak forever.
Zhu Huai reached out to save him. The cultivator, as if grabbing a lifesaving straw, reached out his hand, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
“Die... in my place!”
Using the force from Zhu Huai, the cultivator leaped out from the blood corpses, while Zhu Huai temporarily lost her balance and was about to fall into the swarm of blood corpses.
Wang Xuanyi extended his hand, his eyes opening and closing. The cultivator happened to meet his gaze and, as if seeing some terrifying existence, his eyes instantly shattered into a blood mist, and he fell back into the blood corpses.
At the same time, Wang Xuanyi grabbed the collar at the back of Zhu Huai's neck, pulling her back into the advancing team.
The entire sequence of events happened in just a few seconds.
“M-Martial Brother, I...”
Zhu Huai knew she had done wrong. If not for her martial brother's action just now, she would have been the one to die. She had no reason to argue against any scolding from her martial brother.
However, the expected scolding did not come. Her martial brother only said calmly, “No need to say more. You have never left the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect and have no experience in the world. It is only natural that you don't understand the wickedness of human nature.”
“Martial Brother, I... I will listen to you.”
Zhu Huai clenched her fists, the soft look in her eyes becoming much more resolute.
At this, Wang Xuanyi only smiled with gratification.
He could not always be by Zhu Huai's side. Moreover, with Long Zitian, the protagonist of destiny, around, whether he himself could survive was still a question.
What he could do was teach Zhu Huai things outside of cultivation within his limited time.
Huo Huang stared at the two of them, inwardly marvelling at her brother's wisdom. Instead of lecturing her, he let her experience it firsthand so she could have a deeper understanding.
Otherwise, the next time something similar happened, no one would be there to watch over her martial sister.
“Brother... what if...”
Huo Huang fidgeted, wanting to ask her brother if he would have educated her the same way if she had been the one just now.
“Tsk,” Wang Xuanyi interrupted directly. “I can kick you right now to let you experience the troubles of being a brother, as well as the awareness of being a sister.”
“...”
Huo Huang immediately rolled her eyes and then silently shut her mouth.
This brother of hers would always have such a sharp tongue when it came to his sister.
After spending time together, Huo Huang had come to realize that her brother's actions didn't match his words; he clearly had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
But toward Martial Sister Zhu Huai, he was different—extremely considerate.
“Is this what childhood sweethearts are like?”
Huo Huang muttered.
Up ahead, Long Zitian and Elder Li walked side by side, clearing away many obstacles. Elder Li was growing more and more pleased with Long Zitian.
His moves were extraordinary, his Dao Heart was firm and unshaken by external forces, and he possessed no unnecessary pity. He was truly prime material for cultivation.
Long Zitian looked around. Following his memories from his past life, he finally found the key to escaping the Burial Ground of Corpses—the throne among the blood corpses.
Not far away, there was a small hill made of blood clots and skeletal remains. Atop it sat a throne forged from countless melted blades.
On the throne sat a dark, dried corpse dressed in ancient attire. Its eyes were sunken, and it was completely skin and bones, with no blood left in it at all.
“Elder, that dried corpse is the key to breaking this place!”
Long Zitian shouted.
Elder Li did not hesitate either. He immediately struck, sending a palm print blasting toward the dried corpse. Several blood corpses tried to block it, but they were blasted into blood clots once again.
“Roar!”
The dried corpse roared. It drew a bone sword from behind the throne and swung it cleanly against the palm print, slicing it in two.
Boom!
The palm print landed on both sides of the throne, directly shattering two piles of flesh and blood, sending countless bloody bones flying into the air as blood rained down.
“It actually birthed intelligence?”
Elder Li exclaimed in surprise, clearly not expecting the dried corpse to have gained intelligence and be able to cleanly slice through his palm print.
“Elder, that is the combat brand of a Golden Core Realm cultivator from when they were alive. It is extremely difficult to deal with,” Long Zitian warned.
In his past life, it was this very dried corpse that had ruthlessly slaughtered thousands of people, and it was only resolved when several Golden Core cultivators and ancient freaks joined forces.
It was hard to imagine that this person only had a Golden Core Realm cultivation when they were alive.
“If this person had lived to the current era, they would definitely be an invincible existence among Golden Core cultivators. What a pity they were caught up in the war of the immortals and died a tragic death in this world,” Long Zitian remarked.
Then, he, Elder Li, Leng Ning'an, and Wen Sining attacked at the same time. Armed with the experience of his past life, the fight was not nearly as difficult.
“Roar!”
After the dried corpse let out a final roar, the throne collapsed with a bang. Following that, a blood-colored bead slowly rose from beneath the throne.
A strange and sinister red light instantly illuminated the entire Burial Ground of Corpses. Any blood corpse touched by the light seemed to encounter something terrifying, turning to ash and vanishing from the world.
At the same moment, the space began to warp and gradually shatter. The blood-colored bead also fell into Long Zitian's hand, and he stored it in his storage ring.
Having done this, Long Zitian looked at the worried expressions on everyone's faces and explained.
“No need to worry. This is the second trial arranged by the ancient immortal. What lies ahead is the true land where danger and opportunity coexist.”
“Mm, that's good then.”
“Thank you, Junior Brother.”
“Junior Brother, if not for you, the few of us would probably still be fighting the blood corpses like the others.”
Leng Ning'an and Wen Sining praised him generously.
“Yes, thank you, Junior Brother Long.”
“Thank you.”
Zhu Huai and the others also stepped forward to express their gratitude.
Since entering the Ancient Immortal Realm, the leader of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect had shifted from Elder Li to Long Zitian. Not only had he shone brilliantly on the Starry Heavenly Ladder, suppressing the crowd, but he could also handle things with ease even in such a dangerous place like the Burial Ground of Corpses.
He was truly worthy of being the first place of the Immortal Sprout Assembly.
“We are all from the same sect, there's no need to be polite.”
When Long Zitian said this, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch as he looked somewhat provocatively at Wang Xuanyi, who was hiding in the back and had accomplished nothing.
His expression seemed to say, “Do you see? This is the difference between a genius and a mortal.”
However, his provocation failed. Wang Xuanyi didn't even look at him. Instead, he crouched on the ground, studying a piece of a blood corpse, wondering if it fell under the category of edible food.
After thinking about it, he eventually gave up.
It looked a bit too much like a human corpse; he couldn't bring himself to eat it.
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