Chapter 1047: Chapter 1021: The Test of the Flying Immortal Altar
Although the Flying Immortal Altar is certainly extremely perilous, full of endless dangers, entering it is undoubtedly a matter of Nine Deaths and one life.
However, this still hasn’t shaken Wang Qiutian’s determination. Wang Qiutian gritted his teeth and resolutely said, "No matter what, we’ve come this far, and there’s no reason to retreat. Life or death depends on fate. If the Path of the Immortals is cut off, there’s no one to blame but ourselves for lacking fortune. Life or death, let’s leave it to this gamble."
"Let’s fight. We don’t hope for gaining immortal fate, but we absolutely cannot retreat." Miao Li and the others were all high in spirits.
Feeling everyone’s fighting spirit, Tangyu’s own spirit was igniting too: "Let’s fight. Since we’ve made it this far, then I have reason to believe that the final victory will surely be ours. No matter how hard the road ahead is, we’ll eventually break through."
"Right, if there’s no road, let’s carve out our own path to the immortals!" Wang Qiutian nodded, now feeling a bit more enthusiastic.
Tangyu’s eyebrows suddenly twitched, looking back, only to see two somewhat disheveled figures quickly approaching—Liang Fengnian and Wooden Sword. Besides them, there was no one else, either abandoned by them or sacrificed. But seeing their extremely disheveled appearance, the latter seems more likely.
Liang Fengnian was covered in blood, with a grim face, looking extremely miserable. And Wooden Sword was even worse, having lost an arm, almost becoming a bloodied man. Given Wooden Sword’s strength, it’s surprising to see him in such a state. One can only imagine the dreadful danger they encountered.
Tangyu’s gaze shifted, and his brows raised instantly: "Not good, there are several corpses chasing after us."
A glance reveals a total of six corpses pursuing Liang Fengnian and Wooden Sword, among them the Bai Mu clan leader they encountered earlier. No wonder they looked so miserable; being chased by six corpses, it’s a wonder they’re still alive. They must have exhausted all their cards.
Forget six corpses, even one is enough to be fatal.
"Let’s move quickly." Tangyu waved his hand, signaling everyone to quickly enter the Flying Immortal Altar, as there was no retreat. Besides, everyone was already planning to enter, so there was no hesitation; they directly entered the altar.
Upon entering, they felt the overwhelming radiance enveloping their bodies. Though weakest in power, it felt terrifyingly restrictive, like being trapped in a quagmire. It felt as if the space was solidified by the radiance, an unbearable sensation.
Tangyu’s brows furrowed, wondering if the restrictive force would become stronger as they advanced, and if failing to resist might encase them, turning them into sculptures.
Tangyu glanced back at Wang Qiutian and the others, and indeed, they seemed to be facing dire situations.
At the same time, Liang Fengnian and Wooden Sword also rushed in. Upon entering, their brows furrowed deeply. Their gaze was directed towards Tangyu and his group. Seeing them unharmed was discomforting, especially for Liang Fengnian confronting his nemesis, Tangyu.
However, he showed nothing at the moment.
Tangyu said to Wang Qiutian and the others, "Don’t force yourselves. Once encased, it might be fatal. I’ll go ahead and try first. In the end, only one can proceed further. Advance if you can; if you reach your limit, don’t push it. Just nine remain, and I don’t want to lose anyone else."
Wang Qiutian replied difficultly, "Don’t worry, Tangyu. We know what to do; we won’t recklessly push ourselves. If the limit breaks, we’ll stop. It’s up to you now. Of us, you have the best chance to gain immortal fate and continue in the Moluo World. If you can’t succeed, we might all be doomed here."
Tangyu’s gaze grew cold, facing the central region firmly, though it was still unclear, he believed it was the location of the Flying Immortal Altar. Only by approaching there could he possibly receive recognition from the Moluo Immortal Venerate.
With a move, Tangyu wielded a Pangu Axe in one hand and a Yin Yang Wheel in the other, swinging with all his might, scattering parts of the restricting radiance. He took advantage of the opening to advance quickly.
Xing Tian followed closely behind Tangyu, as did Liang Fengnian and Wooden Sword, competing fiercely with Tangyu’s group.
The restriction of the radiance grew stronger, more dreadful than the previous Ming Zhen Demon Immortal’s oppressive aura.
A slight relaxation would mean total enchainment, becoming a sculpture.
Tangyu’s strength surged, forging ahead with powerful force, along with his inherently strong physique, he resisted the restrictive force. When it attacked, he invoked the power of the "Undying Nine Transformations" First Transformation, resisting the restricting power.
But the further he went ahead, the more terrifying the power of restraint became, as if thousands of demonic hands were incessantly reaching out to Tangyu, trying to firmly grasp him and completely bind him. If Tangyu’s retaliatory strength weakened even slightly, he would definitely be directly restrained and completely immobilized.
So, at this moment, Tangyu constantly felt a great danger lingering at his heart, not daring to relax in the slightest. However, such exertion was also very taxing, requiring a continuous burst of full strength just to barely withstand the binding power of the radiance. Continuing like this was not a long-term solution, and Tangyu couldn’t hold out for much longer.
Moreover, the further he advanced, the power of restraint increased geometrically.
Xing Tian progressed slowly, feeling incredibly difficult.
Wang Qiutian and the others only advanced a hundred steps before halting, feeling they’ve almost reached their limit.
Liang Fengnian and Wooden Sword, too, closely followed behind Tangyu, afraid of falling behind.
"Yin Yang Style!" Tangyu shouted, having no choice but to use the Yin Yang Style. A single sword strike, but it was greatly restrained, only temporarily repelling the binding power without causing much of a shockwave, allowing Tangyu to advance ten steps before being halted again.
Altogether, Tangyu had only advanced about three hundred steps, almost catching up to a frozen corpse. Yet he still couldn’t see the shadow of the Flying Immortal Altar, suggesting it was still far away.
This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Tangyu’s spirit, as if he saw no hope. Just three hundred steps and Tangyu felt he was nearing his limit, with the risk of being immobilized if he went further.
How could one pass such a trial?
"Impossible, since the Moluo Immortal Venerate left this trial, it must be passable by someone. However, the trials left by such an Immortal Venerate are incredibly difficult; it seems impossible for anyone to pass. Otherwise, since Ancient Times, there shouldn’t still be no one able to inherit the Moluo World. No matter what, I must push forward," Tangyu’s belief remained unwaveringly strong.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to advance, arduously progressing another twenty steps, reaching his limit, truly reaching his limit.
Tangyu gritted his teeth fiercely, wanting to break through this limit but felt there simply was no way to break it. The constant full exertion along the way now left him feeling somewhat exhausted, even trying to use the Great Rift Vajra Technique felt relatively difficult.
The Yin Yang Style, he could no longer perform.
The binding power of the radiance was terrifyingly strong. At this moment, Tangyu felt as if his entire body was being tightly immobilized, as if he were being encased, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult, feeling as if the body were no longer his own.
"At the limit? Unable to advance any further?" Tangyu’s gaze was chillingly cold, staring intently ahead. Not far from him, there was a corpse sculpted in place, and who knows how many years had passed. The eyes remained open, as if expressing unwillingness, yet there no longer was any light in them, resembling a pair of fake eyes.
Clearly, he too had no idea how many years he’s been dead.
Tangyu shook his head inwardly: "Indeed, my strength is still too weak. Some predecessors from the Moluo Tribe who entered were all Golden Core Realm experts, and I am only in the Sixth Layer of the Mystic Law Realm. Just making it this far is really not easy for me. But ultimately speaking, my strength is still too weak. If I were at the Golden Core Realm, perhaps I’d still have hope of nearing the Flying Immortal Altar. But now, I’ve not even seen a shadow of the Flying Immortal Altar, still far too distant."
"It’s still because I’ve cultivated the First Transformation of the Undying Nine Transformations. Without it, I might barely make it two hundred steps. Unfortunately, the Undying Nine Transformations is extremely difficult to cultivate. If I could reach the Second or Third Transformation, perhaps I’d have some hope of nearing the Flying Immortal Altar. Now, though, I’ve reached my limit, I’m stuck with nowhere to go, how can I break this deadlock?"
Tangyu was now essentially immobilized, but not completely fixed in place, his upper body could still move slightly. It was by relying on the strength of his body, enduring the binding power of the radiance, reaching a stalemate.
Tangyu couldn’t move, but the radiance also couldn’t completely bind him; it was like a tug-of-war.
Tangyu’s inner resolve would not let him surrender, bow his head, or give up. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand, a one in a hundred thousand, or a one in a million chance, Tangyu would fight to the death.
"No, no, no, I will not fall here, I will not die here. I must get out, I have so many things to do, this heavenly space can’t confine me, it won’t!" Tangyu’s heart erupted into a hysterical roar, a resolute shout, with resentment soaring to the heavens, striving to break through this ancient constraint, to shatter this ancient will.
This determination also transformed into an invisible force, causing Tangyu’s body to move slightly, like a wild horse ready to break free.