NOVPUBXu Zimei’s gaze was fixated on the direction to the east, his figure swiftly heading towards that source.
His speed was extremely fast, and the skulls along the way deliberately avoided him, making way for him.
Passing by several deep pits, Xu Zimei saw some corpses in them.
These corpses carried an aura of immense power; even after tens of thousands of years of erosion by time, they showed no signs of decay.
It was hard to imagine what kind of beings they had been in life.
The weakest of these corpses had already achieved Semi-Saint status, among them were not a few Divine Kings.
Although Xu Zimei had not experienced that great battle, he could truly feel its intensity and brutality.
He continued forward, and after passing hundreds of deep pits, he finally stopped in front of a particularly large one.
This deep pit was shrouded in black fog, making it almost impossible to see clearly what lay inside.
And around the edge of the pit, countless skulls stood guard.
It seemed as if something important existed within.
When Xu Zimei arrived, these skulls paused for a moment, and then, without any obstruction, they completely dispersed.
The black fog in front of him dissipated, forming the shape of a door as if it had been quietly waiting for Xu Zimei’s arrival.
Xu Zimei chuckled softly and slowly stepped into the black fog.
As soon as he entered the black fog, the scene before his eyes changed in an instant.
The sky was enveloped by a boundless evil energy, and even the ground beneath his feet was eroded.
Here, various flowers grew in abundance, with a dazzling array of colors.
Without exception, each flower exuded a very evil aura.
Among the flowers, there was a footpath, and looking forward along the path, one could see a column of red energy rising into the sky at the end. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
This red Spiritual Energy was the source of all, the main culprit that eroded the land and the sky.
Xu Zimei walked onto the path, and the further he went, the more intense the oppressive sensation and the concentration of the red Spiritual Energy became.
Directly ahead was a small hut made of bones, with a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in front of it.
Feeling Xu Zimei’s approach, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
The man was full of evil energy, with long hair neatly tied behind him.
At first glance, his face appeared somewhat delicate, but upon closer inspection, one would notice an intimidating evil emanating from every casual move of his smooth features.
His eyes exuded thick black energy, with hawk-like eyes, a hooked nose, and very thin lips.
He was dressed in a wide-sleeved, waisted robe, the colors of which were quite varied: white, black, and blue.
The dark purple boots on his feet reached up to his knees.
Upon seeing Xu Zimei, the middle-aged man also slowly stood up.
"Did that old fellow from the Eternal Ancient send you?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
His expression was ordinary, very composed, and he did not seem at all surprised or curious about Xu Zimei’s arrival.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimei asked with confusion.
Logically, there should be no living beings in this core area; the appearance of this middle-aged man was filled with strangeness.
A tremendous evil energy enveloped him, and behind him in the bone hut, the source of that red light seemed to be right there.
"You come here and yet do not know who I am?" the middle-aged man said with an evil laugh.
His laughter grew louder, and with it, the malevolent energy around him became denser, nearly causing the entire firmament to rumble with a "boom."
"I’m not too clear about the past, so I need you to introduce yourself," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"Seems like the Eternal Ancient old man didn’t tell you a lot," the middle-aged man said, laughing as he sat down.
In front of him was a white bone table with a pot of freshly brewed hot tea on it.
This hot tea was blood red, and it was unknown what it was made from.
"My name has been forgotten for a long time, but I believe every person from the Eternal Ancient City will never forget the name ’Qiong Qi’ for their entire lives."
"Oh, the catalyst of that great war," Xu Zimei nodded, stepping forward gradually.
To Xu Zimei’s indifferent demeanor, the man seemed surprised and asked, "Aren’t you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid? We haven’t fought yet, and for all we know, the one who should be afraid might be you," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
Hearing this, the man laughed heartily, pouring the blood-red liquid from his cup, and laughed, "Interesting, quite interesting. I’ve met many on the Eternal Ancient Continent, and you are to my taste."
Xu Zimei slowly walked over and sat down across the white bone table.
While picking up the red tea in his hand, he casually asked, "Weren’t you supposed to be dead? How come you seem as lively as ever?"
A sip of tea went down, and a dense spiritual energy surged within him like overturning rivers and seas.
"Good tea," Xu Zimei exclaimed in appreciation.
In an instant, he felt refreshed, as if every pore in his body had opened up. This tea was probably potent enough to allow a person in the Melting Heaven Realm to take one step into Semi-Saint.
"Dead? Because of these mere ants?" the man said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
"The gap between them and me is a qualitative one, not quantitative. They are not worthy."
"Then how did you end up in this current state?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.
According to the meaning of the Eternal Ancient Divine King, this leader should be one who has Stepped into Immortality.
Logically, no matter how many Divine Kings there were on the Eternal Ancient Continent, they should not be a match for him.
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the man fell silent for a moment.
Seemingly remembering something and frowning, he snorted lightly, "I oversimplified everything, ultimately becoming just a pawn."
"Are you a person from the Sect of Seven Fears?" Xu Zimei asked.
"It seems you do know something," the man said with a light laugh.
"There’s no harm in telling you. Back when I discovered that rift, I wished to take over the Eternal Ancient Continent and use it as a backyard, to provide fresh blood for our Sect of Seven Fears.
But I underestimated everything. The Eternal Ancient Continent has existed for who knows how many years, and it has produced numerous formidable individuals.
There are beings among them who possess Taoist Fruits, and I was invading their homeland. How could they simply watch on?"
"It seems you were outmaneuvered," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Those people wanted me to take the lead and test the reactions of all parties. We from the Sect of Seven Fears wouldn’t serve as cannon fodder.
Thus, I was blown to bits, borrowing a corpse to resurrect within these ruins. It’s laughable. Those ants think they killed me," the middle-aged man said with a cold laugh.
"But deceiving their senses cost me greatly.
After cultivating here for a few more thousand years, I should step on the Immortal Path and leave this world."
"I’m not concerned with these matters. Since you are their leader Qiong Qi, then you should know about the Heaven-reaching Record," Xu Zimei asked.
"Kid, greed leads to losing one’s way. It seems you’ve also been lured by the paths of the Eternal Ancient old man," Qiong Qi looked at Xu Zimei and said indifferently.
"Who cares whose path it is? Let’s make a deal. You give me the Heaven-reaching Record, and I’ll assure you that I won’t kill you," Xu Zimei said.
