Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Immortal Ancient

“Wuuu wuuu…” The sound of the horn resounded, long and deep, making heaven and earth resonate as if blown from the ancient era, transmitting all the way to the current age.

This is the horn of the higher realms, rumored to be the Dragon Horn, which some ancient schools take turns to hold. Once blown, it can shake the Three Thousand States, never sounded unless for a major event.

Clearly, today is a day that will be recorded in history, the last blossoming of the Immortal Dao Flower Bud, this epoch has reached its end!

In an ancient land, above the heavens, three thousand flower petals unfolded, dazzling and magnificent to the point of bewitching and dazing the onlookers, who stared there, dumbstruck.

This is the evolution of Dao; each petal carries a type of Dao. From ancient times to the present, a total of two thousand nine hundred ninety-nine petals have been seen by others.

Today, the three-thousandth petal has also bloomed for the first time, stunningly gorgeous, its colors hazy.

Not to mention the strong ones at the Divine Fire or True One Realm, even a group of giants who have lived for a million years in the higher realms are squinting their eyes, watching carefully.

If one could thoroughly comprehend it, they might obtain a different kind of rebirth!

This flower is massive, with each petal carrying a Dao, now truly manifesting and enveloping millions of Cultivators, allowing them to stand within the petals, moving towards their respective Immortal Gates.

Everyone’s expression was solemn, serious and focused, silently moving forward, continuously comprehending. Here, it is easiest for one to induce enlightenment, and any attainment would benefit them for life.

Raindrops fell, each one translucent, their colors dazzling yet hazy–this was the dew of Dao!

Some people couldn’t withstand it and screamed in shock because they suddenly achieved enlightenment, breaking through to the Venerable Realm, igniting divine flames, burning from their heads down to their heels.

“Bang!”

As a result, at least a hundred thousand people were swept off the road that was paved with sacred light, leaving this place and plummeting towards the land below.

“No!” These people shouted, filled with intense annoyance and regret, nearly reaching the Immortal Gates, about to enter Immortal Ancient, yet they were swept away because of their breakthroughs.

This served as a warning for some; they realized they must be careful.

“What a pity!” In the distance, some renown figures sighed lightly, some faces as somber as water because they saw their sect’s talents fall, missing an enormous opportunity.

As the Immortal Flower bloomed, each petal could carry more than a thousand people, showing just how enormous it was.

And on each sparkling and translucent petal, there was a flashing symbol gate constructed by Dao, shrouded in a misty light, leading to an ancient secret realm.

Some people were luckier, just about to ignite divine flames, and with a loud shout, they plunged into the gate to continue their comprehension within.

“Hurry and go, don’t delay here. Inside, there is Dao to comprehend as well, perhaps even more complete.” Someone whispered to their companions.

Three thousand petals, long and translucent, like strands of the Star River combined together, not only visually beautiful but also reflecting a sort of perfection and simplicity of Dao.

This made the place even more dazzling, with various colors of light dancing around, divine rainbows cascading down like waterfalls, especially around the core of the flower, where light mist spewed out like the waters of the Celestial River, the scenery astonishing.

Almost everyone had entered, with only a few people remaining.

Among them was Shi Hao, who looked around and even attempted to rush towards the flower core, only to find there were no portals there, and had to give up.

Later, he set his eyes on the three-thousandth petal, the very last one that had bloomed in this era. He leaped mightily, attempting to make it over.

Regrettably, a tremendous force swept over, nearly flipping him over; he dropped back down, returning to square one.

“The newly bloomed petal, it should be more in harmony with this era, worth comprehending. I need to get over there!”

Shi Hao shone all over, making another effort, bursting forth with astonishing potential, traversing the void, yet still failing, once again struck down by the force of Dao.

After several attempts, he had to compromise, wanting to turn around on different paths. It seemed unfeasible, so he could only move forward, resigned.

Many who saw this were speechless. Which sect did this disciple belong to? Creating trouble out of nothing. While others were worried about not entering, he was hopping around outside.

After Shi Hao entered, the portals on the three thousand petals closed up and disappeared.

Without a doubt, he was the last entrant.

“This… could he be the one with the least potential?” some people whispered outside.

Because it was very particular, the first hundred thousand to enter usually encompassed all the prodigies. Even with exceptions, they would not end up beyond the hundred thousand mark.

Those who remained were ranked lower due to lesser potential, entering last.

“This… he delayed himself, it’s not to the extent of being last, but whether he can be considered a prodigy is uncertain.”

“Certainly a disciple of a minor sect, barely succeeding in ascending, otherwise, how could he not know to rush in first?” some shook their heads.

Although he was the last one, Shi Hao still drew some attention and discussion, though not of the admiring kind.

“Fellow Daoists, please join forces to activate the spell, to reflect the scenes within the three thousand petals.” a Sect Hierarch spoke up.

It was not feasible to activate it daily due to the immense consumption, but on the first day, it was essential to check the inside for any anomalies.

After all, this was the last time “Immortal Ancient” would open, and no one could say for certain whether there would be issues.

Boom!

In the distant sky, a group of Sect Hierarchs exerted their Mana, suddenly as if igniting the heavens and earth, with resplendent divine light spreading out like a vast ocean, surging into the restricted area.

The three thousand petals immediately swayed, absorbing the Divine Power, first dazzling, then like mirrors reflecting brilliance, displaying various scenes.

Inside Immortal Ancient, the starting place.

These were paths of stone stairways, each enveloped by traces of chaotic mist, the stone stairways extending forward and upwards, as if climbing a slope.

Undoubtedly, there were still three thousand stairways.

At this moment, many people were on each path, struggling forward, proceeding ahead.

Nearly five million Venerables were taking steps on such paths, none speaking, apparently all eager to be the first to climb that slope.

“There is nothing abnormal, just as in the past, three thousand bluestone paths, each bearing different roads, standing on them subjects one to tremendous pressure,” a Sect Hierarch said.

Such pathways had remained unchanged since ancient times.

Then, many Sect Hierarchs joined forces to activate it again, reflecting what lay at the end of the limestone stairways.

That place was dazzling, a world of dreams, just too blurred. Without a Venerable entering, it was difficult for them to investigate.

“Once someone steps into that dazzling world, immediately inscribe his name on a petal, and we will be able to see him and his surroundings,” someone said.

The Hierarchs from the higher realms were not in a hurry; they were experienced, knowing that during the first ten days, it was unlikely anyone could cross, as the bluestone stairway was arduous.

However, this path would not trouble the Venerables. In the end, each person would be granted passage, though order varied, with many considerations.

“What is that guy doing?”

On one of the petals, there was a reflection of a scene on a bluestone path. A Venerable was actually sitting there, with chin in hand, watching others advance from the very back.

“It’s the last youngster who went in,” someone pointed out.

Although shrouded in chaotic mist, with only his back visible, there was no mistaking it, drawing even more attention.

“He’s standing up. No, crouching down again, he is… digging the limestone stairway!” a group of onlookers were stunned.

“This guy, does he think there are treasures there, what a joke!”

Inside Immortal Ancient, on the bluestone stairway.

Here, mists were thick, the essence of the road strong, accompanied also by tremendous pressure, becoming more difficult the further one went.

Shi Hao knocked and tapped, squatting behind to study the limestone, checking if there was anything special about it, or if it contained the patterns of the great road and so on.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed, unable to see any obvious patterns. However, by contemplating here, he could indeed touch upon some fragments of the rules.

He stood up, looking at the spacious limestone steps and then at the dense figures, he furrowed his brows.

“Is it possible to cross over to other limestone steps this time?”

After silently contemplating here for a while, Shi Hao wanted to attempt this to compare and see if there was any obvious difference between the different pathways.

Of course, he was mainly still concerned about the last petal that revealed the Immortal Gates, which is the last of the limestone step pathways.

“Bang!”

He made his move, aiming to break through the barriers between different pathways, and this time he succeeded, as the obstruction force between them wasn’t very strong.

Quite satisfied, Shi Hao stepped onto another path, paused for a while, and then broke through the barrier again, heading towards the path formed after the last petal bloomed.

Just like that, he kept crossing over and finally arrived.

“What is he doing?”

Outside, many were puzzled, wondering what the point was in what this fellow was doing, seemingly in vain.

Unfortunately, with the turbulent chaotic mist, even beings as powerful as they were could only see vague outlines and could not discern the true scene.

“If we knew his name, we could inscribe it on a petal to see for ourselves.”

“Forget it, traveling this limestone pathway has always been this way since ancient times; there’s nothing special about it. It’s not worth expending such effort just to observe him.” Someone shook their head.

To watch someone, one needs to use strong mana to inscribe their name on an Immortal Flower’s petal to reveal a clear image, which is immensely exhausting.

Therefore, up to now, no one has inscribed the names of persons like Six-Crowned King Ning Chuan, the Successor of Immortal Hall, and various ancient oddities, waiting until they enter the colorful world to do so.

Soon, the day came to an end, and everyone, even though jointly exerting their power, felt overwhelmed and decided not to continue infusing mana, causing the three thousand petals to dim.

In fact, for the next six to seven days, no one infused mana, because everyone knew that these Venerable Ones were all on the limestone path, and historically the fastest person still took ten days to get out.

During this period, outside the No-Man’s Land, three thousand huge jade Steles were erected, crystal clear and smooth as mirrors.

Clearly, each Stele was meant to correspond to a single petal.

Because only powerful characters could stimulate mana to see some scenes from Immortal Ancient on the petals, while other less powerful Cultivators could not see it.

After the Steles were erected here, Sect Hierarchs and others who saw the scenes on the petals could project their mana to display the images on the Steles for everyone to see.

On the ninth day, numerous Sect Hierarchs once again stimulated their mana to make the petals act like mirrors, reflecting what was happening in Immortal Ancient.

“Eh, so fast, someone is about to reach the end, soon to enter the colorful world, a day earlier than before!”

Besides, people also saw great battles, with divine light surging at the ends of several limestone steps, intense fighting, and ceaseless slaughter.

“Could that be Six-Crowned King Ning Chuan? Look, there’s a string of pearls transforming into a dragon and fiercely battling with someone. It’s so intense!” People exclaimed.

“That’s right, it’s him!”

“Quick, inscribe his name on a petal to have a clear look!”

A Sect Hierarch acted, focusing intensely and using a tremendous force to inscribe the two characters “Ning Chuan” on the corresponding petal across boundless space.

Then, that petal clearly displayed the scene, and indeed, it was him!

Outside the forbidden area, there was a huge Stele that glowed, and the scene witnessed by the Sect Hierarchs was imprinted on it, now visible to everyone.

“Ning Chuan is in a fierce battle with a man, a complete stranger to us.”

“No, that man is quite famous. He’s also an ancient oddity named Li Fanming. Although he only made one appearance before sealing himself away, it is said that in that era, he killed a Six-Crowned King.”

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

Then, a Sect Hierarch wrote the name of the Successor of Immortal Hall on a petal and was shocked to discover that he, too, was in the midst of a fierce battle.

“Who is that person?” Many were astounded, staring at the scenes emanating from the crystalline stele with an incredulous expression.

The opponent of the Successor of Immortal Hall was a man whose flames reached the sky, wielding a piece of the Divine Disc in his hand, bursting forth with terrifying divine might!

“A piece of the Reincarnation Disk…!” Some Sect Hierarchs exclaimed with their eyes wide open in astonishment.

“Impossible, even if that supreme artifact is damaged, it shouldn’t be possible to bring it inside.” Some shook their heads in disbelief.

“That disk is strange; it’s not able to exhibit the power of a supreme artifact, hence it was brought inside?”

This stele caused a sensation, drawing many onlookers gathered around to watch the battle.

“Where is the Ten-Crowned King, the one hailed as the strongest Venerable One? Hurry and write down his name,” someone instigated.

Soon, a figure appeared, but where he was, it was very quiet with no major battles. He was moving forward, about to enter the resplendent world.

“That’s right, isn’t there an ancient oddity who never ignited divine flames? With the cultivation of a Venerable Realm, he miraculously became the world’s number one once, let’s see how he’s doing.”

Not long after, a lifeform appeared on a huge stele, also very calm, with no one to confront, evidently not encountering equals on the path.

However, the path before him was exceedingly radiant, to the shock of onlookers.

“Who is that? It seems like the Celestials Clan’s technique!”

People were puzzled, as even the Primordial You Yu of the Celestials Clan was not nearly as strong. Who else possessed such peerless Divine Skills? It was ridiculously strong, bordering on the unbelievable.

“Don’t tell me, he is the missing Three-Stone Heavenly Monarch!” a Sect Hierarch exclaimed.

“Quick, write down the name of Three-Stone Heavenly Monarch, let’s try and see.” As soon as the name was completed on the petal, a lifeform indeed appeared.

It was clear that it was the Three-Stone Heavenly Monarch who had vanished into the annals of history. He was actually not dead!

At this moment, he alone was single-handedly battling five young Supremes, each of them tremendously terrifying, yet he was suppressing them all!

“So powerful, truly worthy of a legendary figure.”

People wrote down one luminous name after another, reflecting their current situations. All who saw it were shaken, with waves of emotion stirring in their hearts.

These radiant names all shone with their deserved luster, each one immensely strong with endless potential!

“Where is Desolate? Where is he, and how is he doing?”

“Hmm, and that Descendant of Sinful Blood, let’s check how far he has come and what the situation is.”

Some Sect Hierarchs spoke in this manner.

Meanwhile, by the side of Immortal Heavenly Venerate Qin Changsheng, someone whispered, “Ancestor, shall we try to find out if that youth from the Lower Realm is still alive? Recently, I’ve obtained some secret news.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Changsheng did not immediately respond.

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