Chapter 1882: Sea of Creation

Tailong was too domineering. Nine Claw was only here in replica form, but the young man could certainly inflict grave injuries on the divine spirit’s primary body through his replica.

After all, Tailong had fended off Yun Yi and the realm monster by himself.

……

“Did Yun Yi take the realm monster with him?” Lu Yun looked around carefully, finally understanding what was different about this Firmament Prison. There was no presence of a realm monster permeating the surroundings.

“No,” Tailong shook his head. “It’s just the layout of a yin yang tomb.”

Ah, I see.

There was an enormous tomb of nobility in the ruins of the Firmament Prison, which was in itself a layout of a yin yang tomb. If Lu Yun’s guess was correct, they were currently in the yang tomb. That tomb’s entrance was in the World of Soul Dominion.

This was a very sophisticated layout as the tomb of nobility wasn’t meant to put someone to rest. Rather, it was purely meant to create this unique layout of a yin yang tomb and connect the Firmament Prison with the World of Soul Dominion.

Regardless, ordinary supremes weren’t able to use this entrance.

“What kind of place is the World of Soul Dominion?” Lu Yun found everything incredibly hard to believe. An immense lord had been buried here just to be a doorway? That was ludicrous!

The Firmament Prison was an extraordinarily dangerous place for sequence cultivators and supremes. But for high supremes and grand supremes, as well as existences like Yun Yi, it was just a passageway that was a bit difficult to walk through.

“What do you think?” Tailong smiled faintly.

“Is this place…” Inspiration struck as Lu Yun thought of a certain possibility.

“Shh, mum’s the word,” Tailong giggled. “Alright, there’s not much that can threaten you here now that Nine Claw is gone. Little Chu Xingran is in the Sea of Creation. I have no idea what Yun Yi is thinking—he gave everything here to the little fellow!”

Tailong shook his head with incomprehension. “I’m going.” He left with a turn.

“The Sea of Creation!” Ao Hong gasped. “Isn’t that where the ancestral god was born?”

“The Sea of Creation is here?” Nightmare’s jaw dropped.

“These are the ruins of the Firmament Prison, of course the Sea of Creation is here,” Lu Yun said calmly. “There’s probably a lot of people who’ve gotten word of it.”

“But… I just made a trip back to the clan. No one knows about it!” Nightmare remained skeptical.

“The two great ghost factions, and the Corpse Refiners, have always been ostracized by the chief worlds. It’s normal that you haven’t heard of something.” Ao Hong flicked a glance at Nightmare.

“Pfft, like you dragons are any different,” Nightmare curled her lip.

“Chu Xingran is already there with a band of draconic elites.” Ao Hong grinned widely.

Nightmare’s expression darkened. Although her name was in the Tome of Life and Death and she was one of Lu Yun’s subordinates now, she hadn’t lost her sense of self. She could return to the Ghost Sect at any time and was still one of its powerhouses.

The same went for Ao Hong.

“That’s enough bickering.” Lu Yun frowned. “We go as well.”

The king soldier remained quiet the entire time and stuck himself to Lu Yun’s side. The young man was his only hope of becoming a real living being.

“The Sea of Creation isn’t in the Firmament Prison, but the land of trial in the World of Soul Dominion,” the king soldier suddenly said. “The Firmament Prison is a nexus point that connects the various secret territories of the world, including the land of trial that was long destroyed.”

The king soldier looked at Lu Yun. He knew that the young man had guessed what the World of Soul Dominion was.

“Lead the way!” Lu Yun nodded.

“Follow me.” The king soldier set out ahead of them.

Lu Yun’s guess was correct—the appearance of the Sea of Creation elicited significant attention. But with the major factions curtailing word of it from spreading, not that many came for the treasure.

Creation meant a supreme-level sequence, one that complemented the six orders of the highest degree. The Sea of Creation was where the order of creation congregated, making it a formidable treasure of creation. Obtaining it meant that one could become an existence like the azure dragon ancestral god.

How mighty was the ancestral god?

Even the primordial heavenly court had no choice but curry favor with him.

……

“Where is the core essence of the Firmament Prison?” Lu Yun asked just as the group was about to leave the prison and enter a secret zone.

“Yun Yi took it,” replied the king soldier.

Lu Yun frowned slightly. If he gained the prison’s core essence, he would be able to combine Ruina and the Firmament Prison into hell. That would grant him insight into the dao of reincarnation and unlock the secrets of the Tome of Life and Death.

Thus, he ardently desired to collect this core essence.

But if Yun Yi held it, that made matters difficult.

“I recommend you to set that aside for now,” Nightmare suddenly said. “You have already aroused attention from the Dark Hell and Ghost Sect after combining the six hells. If you combine the major three, all of the old monsters in the chief worlds will come for you and you won’t even know how you die.”

Lu Yun shuddered from the horrific possibilities. He was indeed starting to reach beyond his grasp. He was so weak that he wouldn’t be able to combine the three hells even after becoming a supreme. Only an existence on par with Yun Yi, or even stronger, had the qualification to peer into reincarnation and dictate left and death.

……

Brilliant radiance entered Lu Yun’s line of sight as the presence of the living and a dense stench of blood wafted into their senses. Bloodcurdling screams shook the air.

An enormous battlefield came into view, one in which countless beings struggled on. He saw a senior cultivator at more than thirty levels of sequence be ripped apart like paper, then mashed into a pulp.

He even saw some supremes being ripped apart.

“What are you doing here?!” Chu Xingran arrived by his side the second Lu Yun appeared and dragged him into a strange pocket of the void. Far from roomy, it was crammed full of draconic geniuses. They bore traces of fighting and blood—plainly, they’d experienced round after round on the battlefield below.

Ao Hong and Nightmare remained out of sight—they’d borrowed the power of the Tome of Life and Death to enter hell. The king soldier was also gone. The rules of the Firmament Prison restricted him from going elsewhere and they were no longer in the prison.

“Here for you, duh,” Lu Yun glared. “You left without a word. Was it fun getting rid of me like that?”

Chu Xingran smiled sheepishly. “Those are the rules of this world, there was nothing I could do. Are the two Moran girls alright?” He knew much of what was going on, but hadn’t had time to tell Lu Yun.

“They’re fine, I got a supreme to protect them. What’s going on here? Where’s the Sea of Creation?”

If they could collect the sea, that would heal all of the injuries on the ancestral god and Leize’s family.

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