Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 722 Deep Scenery! The Old Monsters' Territory!

Further away, there was an extremely strange building. It was not made of stone, but was a dark blue crystal floating in mid-air. The shape of the crystal was like a pyramid with its top cut off.

The tower is covered with countless holes, each one emitting a faint, eerie light, like a giant beehive.

In every corner of these ruins, flashes of precious light can occasionally be seen. Some are the spiritual light emanating from the remains of a magical artifact, some are the glowing light of an unknown spiritual plant swaying in the darkness, and some are the still-burning flames in a broken alchemy furnace.

Each ray of light signified at least one treasure of considerable quality, yet none of the six people present dared to make a rash move.

Because within those ruins slumber several extremely terrifying auras.

Those scents spread unabashedly throughout every corner of the ruins, like the claw marks left by a beast in its territory.

One of them was not far ahead, its aura fierce as fire, yet carrying an indescribable sense of decay.

The other one is in the northeast corner of the ruins, with a deeper and more restrained aura, like a volcano buried by time.

There was another aura deep within the ruins, its presence intermittent, sometimes subsiding and sometimes reviving, each revival causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

"Be careful, everyone." Daoist Huoyuan lowered his voice, his tone less composed than usual. "This area ahead is the outer edge of the forbidden zone. Although most of those old monsters are asleep, their perception of spatial fluctuations is extremely sharp. Remember what I said before: do not touch any spatial fragments, do not use your divine sense to probe the location of those auras, and do not leave the group to search for treasure. Finding the exit is the priority."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Fan and said, "Fellow Daoist Guimu, I'll leave the rest of the journey to you."

Chen Fan nodded slightly and stepped to the front of the line.

He pushed the Fixed Word Technique to its limit, spreading his divine sense outwards, clearly reflecting the location and shape of each spatial rift in front of him in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Those spatial rifts were denser and more unstable than those on the outside; some were slowly expanding, while others were trembling slightly, ready to erupt at any moment.

He had to find a safe enough path between these cracks while avoiding the areas covered by the auras of those half-step Void Refinement old monsters.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Chen Fan stopped in front of a spatial rift several meters wide.

The rift is currently active; the darkness inside rotates slowly like a vortex, and the suction force it emits pulls all the surrounding spatial fragments into it.

He stepped to the left onto a relatively intact stone slab, then turned back to signal the others to follow.

Huoyuan Daoist followed half a step behind him, each step precisely landing on the spot where Chen Fan had stepped.

Aoki and Ishii followed closely behind, while Xue Tu and Bing Po brought up the rear.

The six of them moved like a thin snake through the gaps in the spatial rift, not daring to deviate even slightly.

The deeper you go, the more spectacular the scenery becomes.

A massive, dilapidated stone gate rose from the ruins. The door frame was carved from a single piece of dark gold stone that Chen Fan had never seen before, and the gate was covered with dense star map patterns.

Those star charts were somewhat similar to those he had seen on the stone pillars on both sides of the riverbed, but they were more complex and grander.

Above the door frame is a stone plaque, mostly broken, with several characters carved on it. The characters are strong and sharp, and they are still clearly legible even after countless millennia of erosion.

Chen Fan didn't recognize any of them.

But Huoyuan Daoist suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on the stone plaque, a greedy glint in his eyes.

Although it only appeared for a moment before being suppressed, Chen Fan used his word-fixing technique to capture that instantaneous change clearly.

"Does Fellow Daoist Huoyuan recognize these characters?" Chen Fan asked casually.

Huoyuan Daoist withdrew his gaze, his smile unchanged, but his tone was a few degrees lighter than before: "I don't recognize it. I just feel that the strokes of these characters are quite mysterious, so the person who carved them back then must have had extremely high cultivation. Let's go, there is a half-step Void Refinement aura approaching nearby, we should not linger."

After he finished speaking, he urged everyone to continue forward.

Chen Fan didn't ask any more questions, but simply memorized the strokes of those characters and continued to lead the way.

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group passed through a plaza paved with some kind of black crystal.

Most of the crystals in the square were broken, but a very faint spiritual light could be seen at the broken points, indicating that these crystals were originally high-grade spiritual stones.

In the center of the square stands an altar that has mostly collapsed, with a tattered flag leaning diagonally on it.

The patterns on the flag were already blurred, but the material of the flag itself remained intact, fluttering gently in the breeze of the underground space.

Blood Butcher's eyes widened, and he unconsciously took a step towards the altar.

Bingpo reached out and stopped him, saying in a very low voice, "Don't touch it."

Blood Butcher then came to his senses and sheepishly withdrew his steps.

At the end of the square is a stone forest.

The stone pillars were of varying heights, some reaching hundreds of feet high, while others were only a few feet tall. They were covered with densely packed characters and patterns, the style of which was identical to the inscriptions on the stone gate from before.

As Chen Fan walked through the stone forest, he suddenly sensed an extremely ancient and powerful aura slowly approaching him.

Huoyuan Daoist clearly sensed it as well.

His expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Go around to the left. That's a sleeping half-step Void Refinement old monster who patrols his territory every now and then. Let's not disturb him."

Chen Fan adjusted his direction as instructed and circled around the stone forest from the left. As expected, the aura did not follow, lingering in the center of the stone forest for a moment before falling silent again.

The group carefully traversed the restricted area for about half an hour before finally arriving at a massive barrier of spatial turbulence.

The barrier was incredibly high, stretching from the ground all the way to the dome, and at least tens of miles wide. It was entirely silvery-white, with countless fine spatial turbulence constantly churning and cutting across its surface, emitting a piercing hissing sound.

Some extremely strange sights could be vaguely seen in the turbulent currents, with fragments of broken airships tumbling in the currents.

Unidentified animal bones floated in the turbulent currents, and several huge pieces of building debris were swept up from the depths of the barrier by the currents, only to be quickly swept back in.

Even more bizarrely, a large number of extremely tiny spatial fragments were embedded in the surface of the barrier.

The fragments were only the size of a fingernail, semi-transparent, and shimmered with iridescent colors in the turbulent water.

Each fragment seemed to contain something: some were a blurry human figure, some were half-broken weapons, and some were a wisp of chaotic mist.