Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 452 Colorless
Wuzhou, Zhangye County.

Located in the east, bordering the vast sea, the county is surrounded by a continuous chain of islands, where many cultivators of the immortal path are stationed to guard the region.

This prefecture was under the jurisdiction of the Wu clan. As a renowned family in Dali, the sacred land they enjoyed was naturally superior. The vastness of Zhangye Prefecture was enough to rank it among the top three in Dali.

In the county, it reflects the dangerous mountains.

The dark gate slowly opened, with the words "Colorless" inscribed on its plaque. A black tiger carved from inkstone was coiled to the side, and a deep, eerie demonic aura emanated from the gate. Inside, there was pure darkness, without a trace of color.

On either side of the gate, dark blue demonic light condensed and transformed into ferocious and malevolent ancient characters, divided into "I am the supreme king who commands all demons" and "The path of immortals is difficult to secure, and the path of ghosts is easy to become evil."

From behind this gate, countless chilling gazes swept over, as if hundreds of demons were lurking, ready to rush into the mortal world at any moment.

A man dressed in black robes stood silently before the gate, the black flame pattern between his brows radiating an aura of rage, his eyes gleaming with black light as he gazed at the gate that stood deep within the mountains.

Behind him followed a woman in a dark gold dress, with a beautiful face and a hint of worry in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked:
"Uncle Xiuming, Shu Han, go inside."

"All direct descendants of the Wu family must enter this [Colorless Realm Gate] to formally receive the inheritance. There is no danger. Shu Han has extraordinary talent and will be fine."

Nan Wang appeared calm, but he was uncertain in his heart. This matter was personally ordered by his ancestor, but even with his supernatural powers, it was hard to say whether it would succeed.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shaoyue felt uneasy. She looked at the demonic sect and her heart began to pound violently.

The demonic aura emanated from the portal, permeating the secret realm. If it weren't for Nanwang's divine power protecting her, she would have fainted on the spot, let alone Shu Han who had entered it.

"I wonder... where did my Wu family's demonic sect originate?"

At this moment, she felt flustered and began to talk to herself. Nan Wang, who was standing to the side, saw this and his gaze sharpened. His magical powers gradually protected the two of them.

"This gate has an extremely ancient origin. It was passed down by the True Lord of the Demon-Subduing Temple, and it is the place to collect the remains of cultivators who have almost reached the Qi level."

Nan Wangsheng sounded rather emotional, while Wu Shaoyue, standing beside him, looked suspicious and asked in a low voice:
“I have heard that once the Purple Mansion perishes, its inner landscape collapses, and the mystical phenomena respond to the heavens, transforming into spiritual beings and strange phenomena, returning to the heavens. How could it possibly leave behind any remains?”

Upon hearing this, Nan Wang's eyes flickered, and he sighed:
"Although the power of the Qi Dao is strong, its cultivation is fraught with danger. It involves feeding the demon with one's own body. Once a cultivator of this Dao perishes, his supernatural powers will not dissipate, and his demonic nature will be born within him. He will then transform into a demon connected to the Great Void, wreaking havoc on the region."

"Therefore, all those of the Wu clan who cultivate this path must first enter this [Colorless Realm Gate]. When they perish in the future, their demonic nature will be completely absorbed into it, and their corpses will be transformed into mortal form and collected into it."

"Within the gate of the realm, there are the demonic natures of the high-ranking cultivators of the Demon-Suppressing Temple and the twelve generations of my Wu clan ancestors. They are being suppressed by the True Lord's methods and cannot cause any harm."

Upon hearing this, Wu Shaoyue's longing for the orthodox lineage of the Demonic Path had diminished considerably, leaving mostly a sense of unease at witnessing the true terror and demonic nature of this lineage.

"This is the true foundation of my Wu family. It has been passed down since the Northern Wei Dynasty when the Tuoba clan unified the north. It has survived countless battles and destructions. As long as this demonic sect exists, no one in my Wu family will dare to offend it."

Nan Wang looked at the colorless gate, his voice softening slightly, and said:

"When the Wu family members enter, they walk the 'Colorless Path' left behind by the True Lord. They are not tainted by demonic nature, and they temper their minds. The further they go, the higher their future achievements will be."

"Our ancestor traversed the entire road back then. I've only gone halfway. If Shu Han can also go halfway, then the Purple Mansion is within reach."

Wu Shaoyue nodded slightly, her heart filled with a mixture of expectation and worry.

'Was it right to let Shu Han cultivate this path?'

In the past, if she had heard of an opportunity to cultivate the Daoist practice of Qi, she would have agreed without hesitation. However, after truly witnessing the dangers of this lineage, her almost dreamlike fantasy was quickly shattered.

Nan Wang, who was standing to the side, noticed the emotions of this descendant. With a little supernatural perception, she knew that the Mingyi evil energy generated by the spiritual omen on the other party had dissipated, making her more and more normal.

Nan Wang shifted his gaze, changed the subject, and said with a smile:
"I have heard that Xingfang recently defeated many heroes in the secret realm of Yizhou and killed a direct descendant of the Changsun family with his sword. His fame has spread throughout Dali."

Thinking of her husband, Wu Shaoyue's expression softened slightly, and she smiled a little, only whispering:

"I just hope he's safe. He comes from a family that has achieved Foundation Establishment, and all his achievements today are the result of his gradual cultivation."

This question left Nan Wang speechless. Once you cultivate the She Lei technique, how can you have a peaceful life? Even his master, a Purple Mansion Sword Immortal, was always on the move and rarely had a moment of peace.

"The Liu family is a prominent family in the Shu Kingdom. If we trace their lineage back to the time of the fall of the Xia Dynasty, they were no less powerful than the Wu family. However, they have declined to this state today."

"The lineage of Jimu is inherently mysterious and difficult to cultivate. Now that most of the orthodox teachings have been absorbed into Penglai, this branch is unlikely to revive. Your companion Fangdu is at the Foundation Establishment stage and has offspring, which gives this family a glimmer of hope for revival."

Nan Wang felt a pang of regret. The Liu family had once served as the Juyin official in the Shu Kingdom, which was a crucial matter, demonstrating how highly the Emperor valued this lineage.

As for the restoration he mentioned, it naturally meant producing a Purple Mansion. In his opinion, as long as Shu Han successfully obtained the inheritance from this Colorless Realm Gate, the chances of her becoming a Purple Mansion were not small, at least higher than her father's.

"I am Fang's only bloodline, Shu Han, and I only hope that she will achieve something."

Wu Shaoyue looked at the deep and dark demonic gate, where her daughter Xiaoxiao was nowhere to be seen, as if she had been swallowed up by the darkness.
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Within the realm of formlessness.

Darkness was deep and profound, a vast expanse of illusion. Unlike the Great Void, this place was truly formless and intangible, the place where thoughts and consciousness resided.

On the road shrouded in dark blue demonic energy, a girl in a light blue dress gazed in all directions. Numerous invisible demonic forces seemed to shift within the darkness, their gazes accompanied by rolling, chilling demonic sounds. Liu Shuhan stood silently, her body now transformed into shimmering light, like ever-changing demonic clouds gathering within her dress, extending into the vast, illusory darkness.

"Father, Mother"

At this moment, she thought of her parents and trembled slightly. The demonic clouds of light swirled around her. No matter how brave she was, she was still a child after all. Seeing such a terrifying demonic realm around her, she couldn't help but feel fear.

Then she remembered the real person's instructions, took a step forward, and ran towards a burst of illusory light. On both sides of the road, countless ferocious and majestic demonic figures appeared, all speaking to urge her forward.

The further it went, the stronger the demonic aura that emerged from the darkness became, and the more ferocious and bizarre it became, almost inhuman, like the ever-changing thoughts in one's mind.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but an indescribable feeling of exhaustion swept over her, making it difficult for her to control her body.

boom.

She fell, collapsing onto the iron-like road, the pain emanating from the depths of her soul, making it almost impossible for her to stand up again.

Liu Shuhan struggled to her feet and looked back; she had already covered nearly half the distance.

A stubborn feeling arose in her heart. Although she was young, she was quite stubborn in some ways. At this moment, she looked at the colorful lights at the end of the road and slowly stood up.

But a wave of disillusionment, terror, and exhaustion washed over her again, causing her to collapse instantly. Her body shimmered with a faint light, and if she were to reveal her flesh and blood, she would be sent out by this dimensional gate.

Liu Shuhan, oblivious to what was happening, struggled to her feet. The fading light on her face gradually disappeared, revealing her true appearance.
Her fair face looked rather pitiful, with dark blood flowing from the corners of her eyes. The whites of her eyes gradually faded, turning pure black, like gemstones.

Black snowflakes began to drift around her, and countless demonic sounds rang out, mocking her overestimation of her abilities and telling her to leave quickly. These noises intertwined and buzzed, and black blood gradually flowed from her ears.

She managed to stand up again, but this time she didn't even have the strength to take a step. Meanwhile, the demonic sounds around her grew louder and louder, driving her to the brink of madness.

Liu Shuhan lowered her eyes, feeling confused. The light around her gradually faded, and she was about to be truly sent out of this place. A feeling of irreversible loss rose up in an instant.

Countless hideous demonic figures materialized from this illusion, all looking at her with a cacophony of noise. She suddenly raised her head, a pungent heat rising from her chest, making her roar almost as if she were screaming:
"Quiet!"

The sound was hardly like something a child could make; it was more like a monster possessing her in an instant, emitting this terrifying roar.

A pale, withered hand emerged from the depths of darkness and slowly helped her up. Liu Shuhan looked up and saw a figure in a black robe with snow-white patterns standing before her.

This person was tall, with a blurry bluish-black light on his face. Various demonic thoughts rose and changed within this light, and his physical form completely dissolved into colorless.

Liu Shuhan looked at the other person and felt a sense of closeness in her heart, but she couldn't say a word. The demonic cloud on her body faded away and she gradually regained her flesh and blood body, but she did not fall from this place.

A pale, thin, almost bloodless hand reached out and took hers. She obediently followed the figure toward the end of the [Colorless Avenue].

Two figures, one large and one small, slowly walked forward. In the darkness, all the demonic beings transformed from the Purple Mansions of past generations bowed their heads in worship.

“Repeatedly practicing without end, exploring the mysteries and transcending birth and death. The three vehicles open the convenient path, pure and free from dust and impurities.”

The figure beside her murmured a song, leading Liu Shuhan to the end of the road, a place where demons gathered.

She looked down and seemed to see a vast, dark, and desolate scene, with mountains of white bones and rivers of foul blood.

Before them, a treasure platform formed from dark blue-black demonic light, entirely black, was carried by ten demons, with white lightning and black fire rising and the ghostly light constantly changing.

On the treasure platform, there was a scroll of dark Daoist scripture, as solid as iron, with a flowing demonic light.

The figure beside him moved slowly, took out a Taoist book, and the book transformed into a crystal-clear, scorching black snowflake in his hand, landing on his fingertip.

With a gentle touch, the black snow settled on Liu Shuhan's brow, like a mark she was born with.

The light gradually faded from his face. Liu Shuhan raised his head, but still could not see the other person's face clearly. He could only see that there was a black snow pattern between the eyebrows.

She gradually forgot what she had seen before, as if waking from a dream, and took a step forward, instantly walking out of this boundary gate.

Outside the gate, Nan Wang was shocked to see Liu Shuhan walk out on his own. He was also shocked to see the black snow-like pattern between the child's eyebrows. His supernatural powers fluctuated violently, causing Wu Shaoyue's expression to change as well.

"This is?"

He hurried forward to check on the girl, but the light ahead suddenly changed, and an old man in a deep black robe appeared, his sleeves embroidered with black tigers and demons, looking ferocious and strange.

The old man had stern features and jet-black eyes, without a trace of white. He looked at Liu Shuhan, who had just emerged from the Gate of the Colorless Realm, with a complex expression.

Nan Wang immediately pulled Wu Shaoyue, who was standing to the side, to bow and respectfully greeted her:

"Ancestor."

(End of this chapter)