The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 135 The Terrifying Central Plains Ancestral Temple and the Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons
Many powerful forces gathered in front of the Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple.

The ancient clans followed the lead of the royal family, gathering behind the children of the ancient emperors, with only a small number remaining outside.

These were all powerful clans among the ancient tribes, and very few of them were subordinate to the ancient royal family.

The Heavenly Emperor's son also arrived. He was not alone, but stood with the Primordial Lake, where the clan was staring at Ning Qingyi with indifferent eyes.

On the human side, the four great divine dynasties, the immortal holy lands, and the ancient clans are constantly gathering forces, eyeing all other races with covetous intent.

The demon experts formed their own camp, with renowned demon experts such as the Crimson Dragon Taoist, the Crow Taoist, and the Peacock King all showing up, eager to get a share of the spoils.

A palpable killing intent filled the air as experts from various factions arrived, each carrying a secret treasure and fully prepared.

"There's nothing much to say, let's leave it to fate."

In the ensuing silence, someone started it, and many powerful forces tacitly rushed towards the ancestral temple of the Feathered God Dynasty.

The ancient ancestral temple, sealed for over two hundred thousand years, has finally been opened to the public. In addition to the main gate, there are many smaller gates lined up side by side, all of which can be entered.

People rushed in, and the first group of hundreds of people entered, all of them experts. However, at that moment, something extremely terrible happened, and screams rose and fell.

The ancestral temples became even darker, with pairs of eyes shining brightly. Most of those who went in died, their bodies shriveled up, reduced to mere skin, their bones eaten away by something.

"Oh no! There's something inside." Someone's expression changed.

"It's...it's floating out!" Someone trembled, pointing ahead, their face filled with terror.

"That's the Holy Lord! The Holy Lord is dead!" A disciple of a major sect trembled; their leader was among the first to enter.

Numerous human skins floated, withering away from the palace gates like fallen leaves, as light as a piece of paper, weightless, falling at their feet. The people seemed to be flattened, their features distorted, filled with grotesque expressions, dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Everyone was stunned. A group of people were killed at the same time as soon as they entered the temple. This ancient temple was far more sinister than people had imagined.

"Playing the fool! After being suppressed for over two hundred thousand years, do you still want to cause trouble?!"

"We cultivators, if we wish to achieve something, should forge ahead bravely. How can an ancient temple possibly block our path!"

Some people were fearless and brought out their magical weapons. The weapons shone with divine light, and beams of light fell above their heads, illuminating the path ahead and everything inside the temple gate, which was empty and contained nothing.

They walked resolutely into the ancient temple, but this time it was quiet, there were no screams, and they quickly crossed the first courtyard and disappeared into the darkness.

Many people are watching and waiting, hoping to see if it will turn out well before making a decision, but they have been waiting for a long time without any news.

Ultimately, they couldn't wait any longer, because if the pioneers succeeded, they would surely sweep away all the rare and precious materials.

"Since we've come all this way, we might as well take the journey ourselves, otherwise it would be such a pity."

"Charge! I can feel an awe-inspiring divine treasure calling me!"

Ning Qingyi and the others also went in. As soon as he moved, the princes and princesses of the ancient clans followed suit, as if acting as a weather vane, and charged in with him. However, as soon as they stepped into the courtyard, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

"This temple complex is actually a small world community!" someone exclaimed.

"No wonder we couldn't get any news; it turns out we're separated by a small world." Ye Fan and the others were also surprised.

"It's astonishing. The Feathered Divine Dynasty is truly a grand enterprise. In the past, there must have been an existence with unparalleled magical power who spared no expense to evolve so many small worlds..." Even the ancient clans had to admit that this was definitely a prosperous divine dynasty, and at its peak, it could absolutely command the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Be careful, don't get lost!" Ning Qingyi warned everyone before rushing towards the second floor.

The first courtyard was quiet and still, except for the human skins scattered on the ground, spread out like a grotesque scroll, sending chills down one's spine.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of the second courtyard, where a few streaks of blood seeped out from the closed door.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, a sense of foreboding creeping into their hearts.

The premonition soon came true. When someone pushed open the door to the second courtyard, they were met with a pungent smell of blood. On the ground, besides human skin, there were many white bone fragments stained with blood, as well as many torn pieces of flesh and blood, and intestines spilled all over the ground. It was an extremely bloody and gruesome sight.

"The time has come! Let's go!"

Ning Qingyi summoned the Golden Heart Lamp of Tribulation, and the divine fire he obtained from the Fire Domain burned in the void, protecting everyone as he rushed into the depths of the courtyard.

When everyone saw Ning Qingyi's unusual movement, their expressions changed. Just as they were about to give chase, they saw one figure after another rushing out.

"what!"

Someone let out a shrill scream as a figure pierced through his skull from above, blood and sweat gushing out onto the ground, killing him instantly.

They all felt a chill run down their spines. On the high courtyard wall and under the dark eaves, hung corpses, their hair disheveled, all with their eyes open like dim lamps. They all fell headfirst to the ground.

"boom!"

The chaotic battle began, and the second courtyard was thrown into chaos. All the plans came to naught, and everyone was left empty-handed.

Ning Qingyi used the Golden Heart Lamp of the Dao Tribulation to clear the way, the Divine Fire of the Fire Domain protected everyone, and the Red Lotus blossoms bloomed in abundance, instantly crushing a path through the chaos.

"What is that thing!" Black King's fur stood on end, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

“A descendant of the Yin God,” Ning Qingyi said.

The so-called Yin spirit is a life form that was extremely powerful in life, whose divine body remained immortal after death, and which happened to be buried in the Yin eye of the earth vein, and which was reborn after countless years.

This is a completely new beginning for life, which can also be understood as the highest level of zombie transformation. It is a life that is conceived and born from the extreme of death, a miracle that defies the heavens. Naturally, it can also reproduce and give birth to offspring.

The beings in the second courtyard are descendants of the Yin spirits, extremely ferocious, sucking out the essence, blood, bones, and flesh of the entire body mouth to mouth!

Everyone was horrified. Black King, in particular, thought of something terrifying and couldn't help but shout, "Woof! You mean there are at least two Yin Gods inside!"

“It’s not surprising. This is the ancestral temple of the Divine Dynasty. It’s not surprising that any kind of being would emerge here.” Ning Qingyi said calmly, “Instead of this, let’s hurry up and leave. Since not all the people from before died, someone must have broken into the next level.”

Everyone nodded and quickened their pace, soon passing through three or four courtyards before arriving at the fifth courtyard.

The place was dazzling and bright. In the very center sat a stone figure, no more than half a foot tall, sitting cross-legged. It resembled a Buddha, or perhaps an old farmer, and was quite rough, making it difficult to discern its true appearance. Around the temple were ancient stone carvings that emitted their own light, and many people stopped to admire them.

"These are the scriptures and insights of ancient sages?" Ye Fan and the others exclaimed in surprise.

Inside the main hall, the engravings radiated boundless light, and several powerful figures stood there, their minds and bodies serene and absorbed, exuding the aura of the Great Dao.

"do not move!"

Ning Qingyi stopped them. Just as they were about to ask, they saw the group of people scatter like fireworks, turning into a shower of light, extremely dazzling and beautiful. Their bodies became fragments of light, as if they had "transformed" into feathers.

"What...what happened?" They were all stunned, a chill running down their spines, and they quickly stopped in their tracks. "This temple has stood for over two hundred thousand years; something is definitely at work here. Let's keep going!"

Ning Qingyi took a deep look at the stone statue. This was the former Emperor Yuhua, enshrined here to gather the power of countless beings and maintain a trace of his immortal consciousness.

Soon, they passed through the ten levels of the ancient temple and officially arrived at the eleventh level, which was completely different from the previous ones. It had transformed into a real temple mini-world, vast and boundless, with enormous ancient beasts roaming on this level.

The eleventh level is a small world within a temple, containing ancient trees, mountains, and grass. It is inhabited by the descendants of the temple's guardian beasts, each one terrifying. Several of them roared and rushed over with a foul gust of wind, possessing the power to split mountains and cleave the sky.

"boom!"

The Holy Prince made his move, swinging his massive iron rod and instantly turning both beasts into a bloody mess, their bones shattered. These were two ancient beasts from the second level of the Sendai Heaven, and they were incredibly powerful.

"Ow..."

Ahead, a beastly roar echoed from the dense forest, and dozens of pairs of eyes lit up one after another. Among them, several pairs were particularly dazzling, as blinding as magic lamps, exuding a kingly aura.

"There's a beast king comparable to the Dao-Slaying Realm! Let's go!" Ye Fan's expression changed.

In the next instant, thunderous roars echoed through the temple world, followed by tremors everywhere. Countless wild beasts rushed about, transforming into a torrent.

"boom!"

A dazzling sword light slashed down, carrying a terrifying killing intent, and pierced towards Ning Qingyi.

Everyone's expression changed drastically; clearly, a real chaotic battle had begun!

……

Meanwhile, in the northern part of the eastern wilderness.

Three figures arrived at the snowy region that was once the Ice and Snow Palace but is now occupied by the Dragon Nest.

"Amitabha, fellow Daoist is absolutely right, there is an unparalleled elixir of immortality in the Myriad Dragon Nest." A round, fat man rolled his eyes and looked ahead.

“I never joke. If I don’t have it, I will give you the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed!” Ning Qing said.

"Master Duan, please don't let us down later. The Devouring Demon Cover is our hope," Ye Fan said.

"Don't worry, with Daoist Master's help and Little Celestial Venerable's assistance, the mere Ten Thousand Dragon Nest will be a piece of cake!" Clearly, the fat man was Duan De.

The three traveled through the snow-capped mountains. The Dragon Nest was born, and the dragon energy underground burst forth, nourishing the mountains and creating an unparalleled dragon-themed landscape.

"Go down from here."

Ning Qingyi was an expert in array patterns, Ye Fan was a Source Master, and Duan De, needless to say, was an ancestor of underground work. They quickly found a passage.

The three quickly infiltrated and soon discovered the underground stone palace, where members of the Wanlong Nest lived, clearly to guard their territory. However, this did not deter Ning Qingyi and the other two, who used various methods to continue their ascent.

Finally, they plunged into a deep abyss, reaching a depth of ten thousand meters, and saw a spectacular sight in the distance.

It was a place full of stone caves, shaped like a honeycomb, with dragon energy surging like a tide. Occasionally, divine light would flash, and a few divine source particles would burst out, crystal clear and sparkling.

There are also nine large holes, shimmering with light, from which billowing dragon energy bursts forth, leading to a huge nest. From a distance, they radiate divine light.

"This is the 'Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest'! Unbelievable, such terrain really exists?!" Ye Fan exclaimed in amazement.

According to the Book of Origin, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest can give birth to dragon veins, not just one or two. If heaven and earth are in harmony and everything is in accordance with the secrets of heaven, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest can even give birth to a real dragon.

At this time, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest had already emerged, and many clansmen were walking around in the area. Fortunately, they did not sense the aura of a saint, which meant that the saint was obviously hiding.

"What should we do?" Ye Fan felt immense pressure seeing this scene.

"I'll do it as planned. It's up to you now!" Ning Qingyi said solemnly.

"All right……"

Ye Fan sighed and unleashed the Heaven and Earth Changing Technique. In the next instant, a member of the Myriad Dragon Nest clan appeared on the spot. This was a member of the Myriad Dragon Nest clan who had been captured a month ago.

Duan De looked it over and said, "I didn't expect it to be so similar, but it's still a little lacking."

"Let me know, leave it to me!" Ning Qingyi said, casting the Minor Destiny Technique: "Great destiny! Let the destinies of two beings be connected."

This was the first time Ning Qingyi had used the Minor Fate Technique on someone else. Ye Fan felt a grand incantation ringing in his ears. In a daze, he saw a member of the Myriad Dragon Nest growing and fighting in the ancient times, which moved him deeply.

Duan De was even more astonished, staring wide-eyed at the scene, finding such methods utterly unbelievable.

"Am I Qian Tuo, or Ye Fan...?"

A thought suddenly occurred to Ye Fan. But when he came to his senses, he found that Ning Qingyi's figure was almost disappearing.

"Is it too much to force an avatar to use such a secret technique?" Ye Fan asked.

"So you were accompanied by two avatars." Ning Qingyi's figure dissipated and then reassembled, reappearing before Ye Fan: "Alright, let's proceed according to plan."

Ye Fan nodded, and a divine light flashed within his Sea of ​​Wheels, revealing the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, which contained the two of them.

He then swaggered toward the Dragon Nest, and as he passed through the stone gate, the guards nodded to him.

"Qian Tuo, you're back? It's been a month. Have you been cultivating in asceticism somewhere?" someone asked him in ancient language.

Ye Fan was a little nervous, but when he spoke, he used fluent ancient language: "No, I was injured, otherwise I should be in the Central State Temple by now."

He exuded his true aura, which was clearly much stronger than Qian Tuo's.

"Then you should go and recover from your injuries quickly!" The Wanlong Nest clansman on guard nodded and let him in without asking any further questions.

Ye Fan nodded and went through the stone gate.

The Dragon Nest is riddled with pits and hollows, containing many ancient caves, imbued with the vicissitudes of time. Dragon energy surges like a vast ocean, its auspicious light flowing. Many of these ancient caves still contain divine essences, indicating that some members of the clan have yet to be born.

Ye Fan looked around and quickly spotted his target, because it was too conspicuous.

A vermilion ancient coffin floated in the air, its age unknown, buried by several blocks of divine energy, etched with the marks of time.

Above the coffin, a miraculous herb took root.

(End of this chapter)