Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 395: Gemstone

Liang took a deep breath, steadying himself before stepping across the threshold into the Core Region. As he crossed the boundary, he activated a complex array of concealment runes that he had meticulously prepared over the past few hours.

The runes flared briefly with a faint, nearly imperceptible shimmer before settling into place, masking his presence entirely. Even his overwhelming aura was suppressed to the point where not even the most sensitive divine sense could detect him.

With his presence completely hidden, Liang focused on the gray talisman floating ahead of him. It glowed softly, pulsing rhythmically as it pointed the way forward. He followed its guidance, moving cautiously but swiftly through the unnatural stillness of the Core Region.

The air here was thick with an oppressive silence, and the absence of any life force was almost suffocating.

After what felt like hours of navigating through the desolate expanse, the talisman began to glow more brightly, its pulses quickening. Liang slowed his pace, carefully scanning the area ahead. The landscape gradually shifted, revealing a small mountain peak rising from the otherwise flat terrain. The peak was unassuming, its surface rough and jagged, nothing about it that would drew attention

As he approached the base of the mountain, the talisman stopped spinning and hovered steadily, pointing directly at the peak. Liang narrowed his eyes, his Universe Pricing Eyes. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

The mountain was not just a natural formation; it was a construct of some sort. Runes, ancient and intricate, were etched into its surface, These runes were unlike any he had encountered before.

At the very summit of the mountain, partially obscured by a swirling mist of Yin and Yang energies, stood a structure. It was a shrine of sorts, its architecture both alien and familiar, as if it belonged to a time long forgotten by history. The thing he is looking for was undoubtedly located within this shrine.

Liang hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks.

The talisman in front of him pulsed more urgently now, its soft glow casting an ethereal light over the desolate landscape. It was confirmation enough. His concealment runes flared briefly as if responding to some unseen force emanating from the shrine, but they held steady. For now, he remained hidden.

As Liang ascended the jagged slope toward the summit, every step felt heavier than the last.

When he reached the base of the shrine, he paused, extending his divine sense cautiously, probing the shrine's interior. What little feedback he received sent a shiver down his spine. There were layers upon layers of traps woven into the very fabric of the building, each more lethal than the last. But beyond all that, nestled deep within the heart of the shrine, lay something...

pulsing faintly with violet energy.

Using his extensive knowledge of formations and his Universe Pricing Eyes, He managed to easily bypass all of them.

When he finally reached the entrance of the shrine, he paused for a moment to steady himself.

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Pushing open the corroded, rune-inscribed doors, Liang stepped inside. At first glance, it seemed empty—silent and lifeless. But then, seated at the center on what appeared to be an ornate stone throne, was an old woman dressed in a flowing violet gown.

Liang stood frozen, his eyes locked on the old woman as an unsettling silence stretched between them. She gazed at him for what felt like an eternity, her violet-clad form exuding a strange serenity , Her piercing eyes studied him intently, as if peering into the very depths of his soul.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, she sighed, "Fate, is truly something unpredictable."

Her gaze softened slightly, though it remained steady, fixed upon Liang. "I did not expect this day to come so soon... nor in such a manner." A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it held no joy—only resignation.

Before Liang could respond, the air around the old woman began to shimmer violently. Light erupted from her body, bathing the shrine in an intense violet glow that forced Liang to shield his eyes. The light pulsed rhythmically, growing brighter and more chaotic with each passing moment. It was as though the very essence of her being was unraveling, dissolving into pure energy.

When the brilliance finally subsided, Liang blinked away the spots dancing across his vision. Where the old woman had once stood now hovered a small, fist-sized gemstone.

Liang stared at the gem, his mind reeling. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events—not even remotely. What had just happened? A mystical spirit?

Shaking his head, Liang muttered under his breath, "That's unlikely; she gives off a completely different aura."

After a moment of contemplation, he waved his hand, summoning the violet gemstone toward him. Without hesitation, he began inscribing countless runes in the air around it, layer upon intricate layer of sealing formations taking shape with precise intent. Time slipped away as hour after hour passed, each seal reinforcing the last until, finally, after several grueling hours, he paused, surveying his work with cautious satisfaction.

Despite the protective barriers now enveloping the gemstone, an uneasy feeling lingered in the pit of his stomach. Retrieving a jade case from his space ring, he carefully placed the sealed gemstone inside, ensuring its containment was as secure as possible. But even this did not ease his unease entirely. Once more, he extended his fingers and began etching yet another series of complex sealing formations around the jade case itself, his movements deliberate and unwavering.

Hours ticked by once again, the silence broken only by the faint hum of energy as the seals came to life. At long last, when what felt like eternity had passed, Liang ceased his labor, letting out a slow, measured sigh of relief. His brow furrowed briefly as he inspected his handiwork one final time before nodding to himself, satisfied that every precaution had been taken.

With great care, he slid the jade case into his space ring. Suddenly the ground beneath him rumbled with an ominous tremor. The shrine quaked violently, dust and debris tumbled from the ceiling, forcing Liang to leap back just in time to avoid being crushed by a falling pillar.

Without hesitation, he channeled his qi, propelling himself out of the crumbling structure. As he emerged onto the mountain peak, the entire landscape seemed to come alive with chaos. The once-stable rock began to shake uncontrollably, fissures spreading across its surface like cracks on ancient pottery.

Before Liang could fully process the situation, a wave of black fire erupted from the base of the mountain, consuming everything it touched. This was no ordinary flame—Within moments, the shrine and the mountain itself were enveloped in this strange conflagration. The flames roared hungrily, reducing stone and earth alike to ash, flattening the peak until nothing remained but scorched rubble.

A chill ran down Liang's spine as he realized how narrowly he'd escaped. Had he lingered even a second longer, that same inferno would have consumed him without mercy. The power behind this fire is something far beyond the Void Return Realm level, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Then, amidst the silence that followed the destruction, a voice echoed softly behind him.

"Beautiful, right?"