Chapter 482: Chapter 480: Wuxiang Celestial Tomb

Above the shattered island, a single ancient scroll abruptly appeared.

"Zhao Hon’s ancient scroll!"

Ning Wuyang cried out in shock: "Can it be that the ancient scroll still hides some special means?"

His words had barely fallen.

Whoosh!

The scroll suddenly unfurled, and the illusionary images within were like viscous ink, spreading across the sky.

And then, a wisp of candle flame rose and flickered.

"That’s the lamp!"

This time it was Xu Yang’s turn to exclaim.

That mysterious lamp and the ancient scroll intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Clusters of black ink rained down, and midair they ignited, touched by the strange, deep yellow candle fire from the lamp, flooding everything below.

This eerie scene made one’s skin crawl and scalp tingle!

Even at a distance, the group couldn’t help but tremble.

They were utterly helpless against it!

"Formless Demon Scroll, Profound Candle Forest Lamp—you, you’re from the Wuxiang Celestial Tomb!"

"Damn it!"

"Why do you people from Wuxiang Celestial Tomb interfere in the affairs of the Star Dome Sea?"

"Stop—"

Panic-stricken screams echoed across the boundless sea.

Soon followed by bone-chilling cries of terror.

"Wuxiang Celestial Tomb?" The Death Burial Great Lord shuddered, his eyes wide with shock.

"What kind of place is Wuxiang Celestial Tomb?"

Xu Yang’s eyes were full of doubt.

Formless Demon Scroll and Profound Candle Forest Lamp—clearly these were the names of the ancient scroll and the lamp.

They seemed to have a grand origin.

Gulp!

The Death Burial Great Lord swallowed nervously, and said in a trembling voice, "The Wuxiang Celestial Tomb is a forbidden ground within the Spirit Realm. For thousands of years, it has entombed countless powerful beings; it is said there are lineage-bearers, the Tomb Guarding Clan, within."

"Rarely do they emerge from seclusion, so none know how strong they truly are. But even the top factions are unwilling to provoke them!"

"That forbidden land is a place most mighty experts avoid."

Xu Yang’s heart quaked; he looked at the chaos in the distance with disbelief.

"Ten Thousand Swords Island is actually connected to such a mysterious place?" Ning Wuyang was equally puzzled; never had he heard any expert of Ten Thousand Swords Island mention it.

Rumble!

The deepest island exploded completely.

Giant waves surged into the sky; storms raged fiercely.

The stars dimmed, as if the scene of a doomsday disaster.

The ancient scroll and lamp also vanished without a trace.

The few of them stared with shock and suspicion at the Nine Stars Archipelago.

Most of the islands had been battered to smithereens, overturned in the vast ocean.

The storm slowly subsided, but there was no sign of movement.

"The experts of Guanglong Island and Three Gods Island have probably been wiped out?" Xu Yang whispered hesitantly.

Swish!

A figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Zhao Hon.

"Senior!"

The group quickly rose to their feet, full of respect.

Zhao Hon smiled slightly: "Qingxu has been rescued, though severely injured!"

"Of Three Gods Island’s strongest, one escaped; Guanglong Island likewise, but both suffered heavy wounds, their strength greatly diminished. It’ll be impossible for them to recover in the near future!"

"Next, Qingxu and I will head somewhere to absorb spirit essence to heal; you may do as you wish."

"Many thanks, Senior."

Xu Yang cupped his fists, secretly marveling.

Although not all were slain, of the three almighty ones, one was killed and the other two gravely wounded.

It was terrifying!

One must know, those were top Divine Skies Lords!

To slay such, more difficult than ascending to the heavens!

Yet Zhao Hon, relying on just two treasures, and the Wuxiang Celestial Tomb, left a deep impression on Xu Yang.

Zhao Hon smiled faintly and turned to leave.

"Let’s go."

"First, let’s find a place to digest the spirit essence we obtained."

Death Burial Great Lord, though shocked, breathed a sigh of relief, speaking with an air of relaxation.

Xu Yang nodded slightly.

The spirit essence here, none from the thousand-zhang source beasts could compare.

Soon after.

The group swiftly departed.

After finding a safe place, Xu Yang released all the Martial Artists of Ten Thousand Swords Island.

When they learned all that had happened, they were all stunned beyond belief!

No one knew anything about the Wuxiang Celestial Tomb either.

If any knew insider details, it was probably only Ten Thousand Swords Island’s Grand Elder, Qingxu.

Yet none of this mattered now.

Ten Thousand Swords Island had been saved!

Qingxu was alive, while Guanglong Island and Three Gods Island suffered misfortune—trying to steal the chicken, yet losing the rice!

Once they got out, the outcome was obvious.

The balance of power in the Star Dome Sea was about to shift.

Xu Yang and company stayed behind to cultivate, while the Martial Artists of Ten Thousand Swords Island, bearing their own grudge, continued searching for fortune—ready for vengeance once they left.

"Here, this spirit essence, nearly crystallized, is exceptionally precious. Even if I sold everything I own, I could only buy two or three strands."

"You three, two strands each; as for the rest, I won’t be polite."

"These are a bit weaker, just right for your current cultivation."

Death Burial Great Lord took out all his spirit essence, keeping the strongest dozen or so for himself, distributing the rest among the three.

Xu Yang had no objection.

Even if he had it, he couldn’t use it yet.

"With these, as your master I’ll be able to break through to the True Monarch Middle Realm!" Jian Chuan said with delight.

Joy overflowed on Ning Wuyang’s face as well.

Xu Yang briefly sensed the crystalline spirit essence and felt a chill run down his spine!

This tier of spirit essence, he’d need to reach the Peak of True Monarch just to qualify to absorb it.

With two strands, he could exchange them for rare resources he needed.

He carefully stowed them away and began to absorb spirit essence, starting his cultivation.

Time slipped by quietly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The few of them were immersed, cultivating as though starved.

Their aura grew stronger by the day!

One day.

The ocean and sky suddenly thundered.

Xu Yang and the rest were startled awake, each looking up.

They saw stars bloom across the firmament, dazzling and resplendent.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Star radiance flooded the waters below; one after another, halos emerged from the stars, slowly manifesting throughout heaven and earth.

To the naked eye, they were like vortices of starlight.

"What is this?"

Xu Yang’s eyes widened in astonishment.

"The secret realm is about to close."

Death Burial Great Lord said solemnly, "Through those star vortexes, you can directly leave the secret realm!"

"That’s much easier than coming in," Xu Yang said, raising his brow in surprise.

"Let’s go."

Death Burial Great Lord slowly stood up.

The group soared into the sky, plunging into the star vortexes!

Across the endless ocean, countless arcs of rainbow light sped by, each seeking the nearest star vortex!

These vortexes wouldn’t last long; if one didn’t get out before they disappeared, they’d be trapped here, awaiting the next opening.

Once closed, the secret realm wouldn’t remain as peaceful—it could well mean death for unlucky ones!

Thus, no one would choose to wait for the next opening.

Swish swish!!

Xu Yang opened his eyes and found himself in the passage of the sea eye.

The suction below had greatly diminished!

By his own strength alone, he could now withstand it.

Below, Martial Artists were steadily emerging.

The group sped upward quickly.

Meanwhile.

On the spirit ships of the three great factions, mighty experts stood in rank, all on high alert.

An indescribable atmosphere of killing intent pervaded the void.

Ordinary factions, and regular Martial Artists, dared not approach.

Once languishing in sorrow, now the Ten Thousand Swords Island Martial Artists burned with murderous intent.

While the experts of Three Gods Island and Guanglong Island all looked sour-faced.

As Ning Wuyang, Jian Chuan, and the surviving Martial Artists of Ten Thousand Swords Island burst out from the sea eye, a cold, furious shout erupted from the Ten Thousand Swords Island’s spirit ship.

"Kill!"