The lustre of the Buddha’s sarira was suppressed here by some ancient and mysterious force, causing its radiance to dim considerably.
Zhang Ruochen could not clearly see the interior of the stone temple, only the human cocoons on the partial stone walls emitting divine light, which appeared utterly eerie. No one knew if they might suddenly come alive.
It seemed…
They were indeed still alive.
Xue Tu and Yan Ting, who entered one step behind, were stunned by their earlier words and could not utter a single sentence, only wanting to leave immediately.
Among those present, the one with the keenest eyesight was Zhang Ruochen.
He gazed into the darkness and, amid a chaotic mist of light filled with nether qi, spotted numerous mutilated corpses frozen in ice crystals. He said, “Look over there!”
The gazes of Yan Wushen, Xue Tu, Yan Ting, and Hai Shui all turned in that direction.
“Those are divine corpses. Why are there so many fragmented divine corpses frozen here?”
Yan Ting involuntarily stepped forward.
Yan Wushen hurriedly pulled her back and said, “What are you doing? The nether qi there is extremely potent, the aura of death astonishing. With your cultivation level, once you approach, you will surely meet a death with no burial ground.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “That is not merely a mass of nether qi light mist. It is more like a unique space propped up by the light mist, a space used for burying gods. Look, in the ice crystals, the mutilated corpses are densely packed, divine blood staining the ice red. Only by separately creating such a space could it bear so many divine corpses and suppress the resentment of the various gods after their deaths.”
“Not to mention us, even a true god would not dare to step inside.”
Yan Wushen’s tone was sombre as he sighed, “In the legends, the Snowy Domain Star Ocean Divine Army, which could be invincible under heaven, has actually perished in large numbers and is forever sealed in that divine corpse space.”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze turned to the human cocoons on the stone walls on either side as he said, “These human cocoons do not seem to number three thousand at all, and they fall far short. What exactly happened back then? Why did the Snowy Domain Star Ocean Divine Army suffer such heavy losses? In the Abyss of Darkness, there was actually an enemy that even the Imprint Snow Heaven could not defeat?”
Yan Ting said, “The human cocoons on the stone walls are mostly still alive, and there are numerous ones. Whoever can master this force will surely be able to sweep across the starry river.”
Her gaze fixed on Yan Wushen, her meaning very clear.
This might be an opportunity for the Yan Clan of the Abyss of Darkness!
Mastering a divine army was far more valuable than any opportunity or treasure.
It was even incomparable to divine artefacts.
They indeed lacked the ability to do so, but they could immediately leave the Abyss of Darkness, hurry back to the Yan Luo Clan, and inform the clan leader of this matter. With the clan leader’s cultivation, it might not be impossible.
Xue Tu nudged Zhang Ruochen with his elbow and transmitted a message, “This is a divine army. If our Blood Heaven Division could control it, the Blood Heaven Division’s strength would surely become the foremost among the ten divisions.”
“Boom!”
A powerful force fluctuation came from outside the stone temple, shaking the human cocoons on the stone walls lightly.
Some of the human cocoons erupted with a surge of divine light and emitted low roars.
Even mere unconscious low roars made the five people in the temple suffer ringing ears and blurred vision, their qi seas churning, their saint souls seeming about to be torn apart.
“Let’s go, we must leave here immediately,” Zhang Ruochen said.
How could the others dare to linger?
Xue Tu, Hai Shui, and Yan Ting rushed out of the stone temple one after another. Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen each grasped one stone door and slowly closed it.
The heavenly patterns that had retreated earlier surged back, covering the stone door.
Before they could even catch their breath, a scream of agony followed closely from outside.
“Something is wrong!” Yan Ting said.
Under the illumination of the Buddha’s sarira, the group passed through one stone passage after another and arrived beneath a Buddhist pagoda roughly ten zhang tall. This place was already very close to the clearing where the Yan Luo Clan’s elder cultivators were located; one could see it with a glance.
The concealment array had already been broken.
Two Supreme Realm elder great saints had been beaten until only their skeletons remained, lying in pools of blood.
Another seven Supreme Realm great saints were suppressed by Wu Jiang using the Domain of the Netherworld Kingdom, half-kneeling on the ground as if enduring immense pain, unable to stand no matter what.
The other Supreme Realm great saints surrounded them, yet they held back like cornered rats, not daring to act rashly.
Wu Jiang wore a wide black robe, with black lightning patterns flickering at his brow. Merely standing there quietly gave an infinite pressure, like a majestic divine mountain weighing down on the group of Supreme Realm great saints.
Xue Tu bellowed, “Wu Jiang, what audacity, daring to intrude into the Abyss of Darkness. Are you not afraid of dying in the belly of a strange beast?”
Wu Jiang’s gaze was one of disdain as he ignored Xue Tu, his sight falling on the Buddha’s sarira in Zhang Ruochen’s hand. His expression changed dramatically as he said, “I have never seen such pure and dense Buddhist qi. It seems the rumours are true; the sarira of Monk Xumi was indeed found by Zhang Ruochen. The Buddha’s sarira is truly not just one.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “I never expected you to escape from the Forbidden Domain of Corpse Sea. A true god is indeed a true god. Impressive! In that case, Kong Zhi and the others were sent into the Abyss of Darkness by you?”
Wu Jiang said, “So you have already encountered them. Tell me, who killed them?”
Xue Tu and Yan Ting were both inwardly shocked, not having expected Kong Zhi and the others to have already perished.
In the Abyss of Darkness, probably only strange beasts could have killed them.
Just as Zhang Ruochen remained silent, Wu Jiang’s gaze sharpened. With a flick of his finger, one of the Yan Luo Clan Supreme Realm great saints suppressed in the Netherworld Kingdom let out a low groan of agony, his saintly body emitting cracking sounds of compression.
“Boom!”
The saintly body exploded, turning into a mass of blood mist.
Even his saint soul was crushed into fragments.
The Yan Luo Clan’s Supreme Realm great saints all roared in fury and attacked Wu Jiang, but they were all sent flying by the myriad hand seals manifesting behind Wu Jiang, suppressed beneath the deathly city pools in the Netherworld Kingdom.
Supreme Realm great saints, existences standing at the pinnacle of the Saint Realm, were like children before Wu Jiang, utterly powerless to resist.
