The Golden Elixir Road

Chapter 177: Meeting the Emperor with the Ancient Star

Although Bai Laoqi's family encountered some minor troubles, they were not in too much danger. Besides, with the Immortal Binding Rope, nothing could hurt the three of them.

After leaving Qi State, Wang Zizai did not return to the Immortal Mountain, but went to the ancient star field, which is the Earth.

Under the golden light, it only took a moment for them to arrive at the starry sky where the earth was. Looking at the water-blue planet in front of him, Wang Zizai felt a little homesick.

However, this Earth is not that Earth. Although everything is similar or even exactly the same on the surface, it is not the same place after all.

This is Ye Tiandi’s hometown, not Wang Zizai’s hometown. He cut off the thoughts in his heart and would go back one day.

Wang Zizai turned and left, but did not enter the earth, but came to a red planet - Mars.

This is the first stop of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. The entire curtain of covering the sky is opened from here. The past and future of this world all start from here.

The wind gradually rose, and the ancient planet Mars turned red. There were hard sands everywhere. The dry Gobi Desert was lifeless and no people or objects could be seen.

The ancient Mars was obviously much larger than it is now. It only shrank rapidly due to a drastic change and became its current shape.

Too much is buried here, recording a heavy and terrifying history. The battle between the Immortal-Born Land and the Emperor-level war completely turned this place into a wasteland.

Wang Zizai walked on the surface. The Great Leiyin Temple and other places had long ceased to exist. Only a few ruins remained. After some time, perhaps nothing could be seen anymore.

The Crocodile Ancestor had already killed Ye Fan with a black gold halberd with dragon pattern when he returned to Earth for the first time.

The great holy body deity Nian followed Ye Fan to Beidou and later passed away. However, Wang Zizai was not with Ye Fan at that time.

At that time, the Immortal Mountain was no longer occupied by the Dark Supreme. He was considered one of their own. When the Great Saint Body retrieved the fruits of his previous life's Taoism, he just took a look at it with satisfaction and did not cross it like he did in his previous life.

When they arrived at the North Sea Eye, it was already dry and there was no water. All Wang Zizai saw here were sand and boulders, which had been washed clean and were mostly red in color.

Some people say that these are all caused by blood. During the battle that year, the entire ancient planet Mars was dyed red. If it were not for the immortal weapon to suppress it, the so-called solar system would no longer exist.

Ye Fan should have explored this place before, but due to his low cultivation level at that time and his eagerness to return home, he did not go too deep.

"boom"

Wang Zizai flicked his sleeves lightly, moved a huge rock, opened the seal, and revealed a dark cave entrance. A cold and eerie aura emerged, shocking everyone.

He stepped in, deep into the underground, and could faintly hear the sound of tsunamis. This was a vast world, much more vast than he had imagined.

There is a seal below, which is not difficult to break for Wang Zizai, as he is also an expert in formation. Until finally, there are bursts of chanting sounds coming from the area.

A huge ship was blocking there, shining with golden light and bursts of Zen chanting coming out, endless and shaking the sky. On the ship were five hundred Buddhist monks, their skin was golden, surrounded by divine light, and engraved with runes.

However, he was just skin and bones, and had already passed away, his life gone. The Zen chanting was coming from the boat itself, the echo of the Buddha's voice in the past, not someone reciting scriptures.

Continuing forward, he finally arrived at the underground world. It was a vast ocean, as black as ink, vast and boundless, with no end. The appearance of such a strange sight underground seemed very strange.

Wang Zizai tried it out and found nothing happened. This place was dead and lifeless. There were no fish in the sea, let alone monsters. It was a dead sea, silent and quiet.

He continued to move deeper into the sea. With his flying speed, he could easily cross a star field, but he still couldn't reach the end. This place had become a world of its own. Finally, he saw an island, as dark as a mountain, emerging from the water. This was the spine of a star beast, stretching across here, huge and boundless, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

"This is it!"

Seeing the skeleton of the star beast, Wang Ziyi pointed to the sea surface and opened up a passage that isolated the sea water and led directly to the bottom of the ocean.

He didn't know how long he went deep, and finally he passed through the water layer and came to the bottom. It was extremely empty, without any water, and the vast ocean covered the top, without falling down.

The ground was densely packed with bones and the cold bodies of living creatures, stretching as far as the eye could see. It made one's scalp numb.

This is an ancient battlefield that buried an era. Imperial figures have fallen here, and no one knows how many people have died. It stretches as far as the eye can see.

He continued to move forward. There were countless broken soldiers and flags on the ground, including some quasi-imperial weapons, all of which were destroyed and unusable. Even the divinity of the materials used had disappeared.

At this point, the layers of seals on the battlefield became increasingly powerful, and even Wang Zizai had to put in a little effort to break them.

Moving forward, as he broke the last seal, he finally reached the core area.

There were endless corpses on the ground, and the land was black and red. This was made of countless blood mud and residual blood. In a battle of that level, it was difficult for any corpses to be left behind, and it would inevitably turn into blood mist.

These remains were piled up here later by people, otherwise there would only be residual blood. Some people moved these flesh and blood bodies here for their own transformation.

A powerful vitality came, and although it was submerged by the thick death energy like the ocean, Wang Zizai could still sense it.

At the deepest part of the battlefield, he saw a palace that was extremely grand. There were even more flesh and blood corpses around it, but all the blood and essence in their bodies had long been drained.

There was thick fog between the palaces. Wang Zizai used his magical power of eyes to look inside. With the ability to see through all illusions, everything became crystal clear.

In the magnificent palace, there are remnants of flesh and blood of an imperial master, three broken arms, half a head, and many pieces of flesh and blood, which do not belong to the same person. Now the blood essence is gone, and the imperial rules have been erased.

They looked like they were left behind by a large beast that had devoured them countless years ago, and were filled with the power of time.

There is something sleeping in this place, devouring the endless flesh and blood, and eating the remains of the imperial masters. The supreme being who died at the end of an era was all devoured by it.

Wang Zizai looked up at the void above the palace and saw a bloody flesh ball, which looked like a large cocoon, and it was in nirvana.

Immortal Emperor!

One of the greatest black hands throughout the ages, second only to the Emperor!
Bathing in the blood of the masters of the Imperial Way and transforming himself, this is his path to becoming an immortal. Throughout history, countless masters of the Imperial Way were ambushed by him in their old age.

At this time, the Wu Shi Bell was still in the Purple Mountain and had not yet been suppressed here. It was extremely dangerous to face the Immortal Emperor directly.

The innate spiritual treasure in Wang Zizai's body is always ready to strike out with a sword at any time.

When facing this emperor who has made a name for himself, one can never be too careful.

(End of this chapter)