Chapter 156: Thousand-Zhang Tall Wall at the Desolate Sea Border

The corpse of the Seventh-Realm Great Demon fell into the sea, drawing countless demons to feast upon it. Over half the Water Demons trailing Chen Changsheng vanished, as none wished to share the demon’s grim fate.

A streak of sword light sliced across the Desolate Sea, pushing relentlessly forward.

Chen Changsheng paid no mind to the demon. Yet, a question nagged him: Did this realm of Heaven and Earth have boundaries?

When he asked Black Pagoda, the reply was cryptic.

“Yes and no. It both exists… and may not.”

Black Pagoda explained, “But this boundary isn’t inherent. I struggle to explain…”

After a pause, it offered a vague answer: “It might have been forged by human hands, or perhaps…”

“…by the Heavenly Dao itself!”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll understand when you witness it,” Black Pagoda stated simply.

Chen Changsheng asked no further questions. Channeling his Magical Power, he sped ahead.

Day and night passed in succession, covering most of the journey. Chen Changsheng never rested, yet showed no trace of exhaustion—a fact that reassured Black Pagoda.

Even more astonishing was the depth of Chen Changsheng’s Magical Power.

It seemed boundless, limitless. Truly unbelievable.

…

According to Black Pagoda, the Borderlands lay half a day’s journey ahead.

But when Chen Changsheng lifted his gaze, an immense wall seemed to block the distant horizon.

Astonishment filled him. “What… is that?”

Hovering above the Desolate Sea, he saw it—a wall towering into the clouds, hundreds of miles away, swallowing his entire view.

The Great Wall stretched endlessly left and right, vanishing beyond sight.

Though he’d entered the Path of Immortality and witnessed countless wonders, the sheer sight of that wall left him breathless.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?”

Black Pagoda chimed in, “I, too, found it impossible to believe when I first saw it.”

Chen Changsheng stared, momentarily speechless.

He decided to get closer.

Just as he urged his Immortal Sword forward, Black Pagoda warned, “Look, but don’t approach.”

“You mean beyond the wall?” Chen Changsheng inquired.

Black Pagoda affirmed, “Many tried to uncover what lies behind it. None ever returned—fate unknown.”

Chen Changsheng paused, murmuring, “I see…”

Another half-day passed. The Fortress Wall loomed ever taller before him, blotting out the sky like an impenetrable barrier between worlds.

Standing at its base, Chen Changsheng craned his neck. The wall’s peak remained invisible.

“How tall is this, truly?”

Curiosity took hold. He ascended skyward.

As he climbed higher, the wall’s summit gradually came into view.

Looking down, the Desolate Sea vanished beneath layers of clouds.

“Over a thousand zhang…”

By true measure, the wall wasn’t excessively immense.

Chen Changsheng stepped onto its highest point and gazed behind it.

Darkness spread before him. No light. No sound. Like an entirely separate realm.

This barrier now stood revealed before his eyes.

After a long silence, he muttered, “Almost like… a cage.”

“Who knows?” Black Pagoda replied. “But it must serve a purpose. What lies beyond… is beyond our concern.”

Chen Changsheng contemplated the hidden world, tempted by curiosity. Yet the abyss offered only unsettling gloom. Prudence stayed his hand.

“Let’s go.”

He turned to depart.

Surprise tinged Black Pagoda’s voice. “You? Reckless, fearless you? Leaving this easily?”

“Urgent business comes first,” Chen Changsheng stated plainly.

Black Pagoda didn’t argue. “Thirty zhang below the Desolate Sea lies Yu Xuan’s tomb.”

Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng left the Great Wall.

Plop!

Waves splashed as he plunged into the sea.

Darkness enveloped his vision. All sound ceased. Beside him, the Great Wall descended below the waves, severing sea from sky.

Ignoring it, he sank deeper.

Ten zhang down, a trench of unknowable depth gaped before him.

“Below,” directed Black Pagoda.

“Why such a location?” Chen Changsheng frowned.

“Likely for concealment,” came the reply.

Initially puzzled—after the Badger Demon had called the tomb’s location treacherous—Chen Changsheng now understood entering the shadowed trench. A thick, mist-like haze blurred vision. Below lay silt piles, their depths unfathomable.

Black Pagoda explained, “The Stone Gate of the tomb palace is buried beneath this silt.”

“Where exactly?”

“I don’t recall.”

Admitted Black Pagoda, “I visited only once long ago. My memory fades.”

Chen Changsheng paused. The silt layer looked easily over a hundred feet thick. A manual search could take forever.

Twin fingers touched his eyes. A flash of Golden Light pierced the depths, revealing… nothing.

“Can’t find it…” Genuine surprise flickered across his face.

“Only a slow search remains,” stated Black Pagoda.

After a thoughtful moment, Chen Changsheng gripped his sword.

“What are you doing?” Black Pagoda sounded alarmed.

“Cutting it open seems simpler.”

“That silt’s at least a hundred feet thick! Cutting it would expose the gate, but the shockwave will strike both rock faces! If they collapse, we’re entombed here!”

Black Pagoda’s alarm rose, yet Chen Changsheng raised his blade.

“By the Divine Decree! Mountains and seas hold firm! Sword Qi sweeps the dust!”

His sword flashed. Power surged with the Decree Art. The trench walls instantly solidified.

A blast of Sword Qi slashed downward, scouring the silt. One strike cleared his path.

And there, revealed at the bottom… a Stone Gate.

Rumble…

The trench walls shuddered, reacting to the sword’s power.

Chen Changsheng swept a glance. “Hold Still!”

As his Divine Decree commanded, the entire undersea mountain range grew silent.

Black Pagoda hovered, stunned.

“I’ve witnessed the Decree Art…”

“…but never wielded like this.”

To stabilize such colossal undersea cliffs with mere words? This continually shattered Black Pagoda’s grasp of Chen Changsheng’s limits.

Just how profound was this human’s cultivation?