Chapter 405 The First Perilous Land

Tongtian Daoren's footsteps landed in the void.

He didn't actually possess any cultivation method pertaining to H浑天 (Húntian, Primordial Chaos). Or rather, H浑天 symbolized the origin of the world, the time of primordial chaos, when yin and yang were undivided, and heaven and earth were unopened. It was a body harmonized with the Great Dao. He didn't need any so-called cultivation method. His breathing was cultivation, and every move he made was the Great Dao.

The so-called cultivation methods were merely the ways by which all beings born after the fact observed the Way of Heaven and Earth, groping their way forward.

However, Tongtian Daoren was born only after H浑天 departed.

Naturally, he didn't know any cultivation techniques. Even his initial gongti (功体, cultivation base) was bestowed by the Turbid World Great Lord. At this moment, after running wildly for a long time, each collision between the pure qi and Turbid World aura filling his body was like the rotation of the Yin-Yang wheel, the intermingling of water and fire, bursting out with a powerful force. Then, he borrowed this force to dash forward.

The pure and turbid qi of heaven and earth flowed and changed unpredictably. As pure qi decreased and turbid qi rose, a breath was not meant to be consumed in the first place.

After comprehending this principle, Tongtian Daoren sealed off a breath, circulating and transforming it only within himself.

Instead, he relied on the changes caused by the intermingling of pure and turbid qi to move forward step by step.

His speed became faster and faster, as swift as a sword being drawn from its scabbard.

Yet his expression became more and more calm and unhurried.

One hand loosely grasped space, carrying the white-haired Daoist, while the other hand was behind his back, his long sleeves fluttering, free and at ease.

The Turbid World demons behind him were clearly chasing desperately, yet they only sensed that the distance between themselves and the body of H浑天 in front was growing larger and larger. Subconsciously, they accelerated, no longer restraining themselves as they had done before, out of fear of the sword qi of the Qingping Sword. However, even though their escape techniques and divine powers had been used to their limit, they still couldn't get closer.

On the contrary, the distance was being widened even further!

"!!!"

"This guy is getting faster and faster!"

The demons were shocked and horrified. Each and every one of them no longer held back, using their trump card escape techniques. However, even though they were all doing their best, they could only watch as the bodies of Tongtian Daoren and Wei Yuan grew farther and farther away, becoming smaller and smaller, disappearing from their sight.

Tongtian Daoren sensed the Turbid World demons being left behind.

After realizing that the other party had been shaken off to a very remote distance, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Of course, no trace of emotion could be seen on his face. He remained calm and indifferent.

Then, he looked at the white-haired Daoist next to him.

His arm was raised slightly upward, but it was as if it were unable to bear the weight, moving slowly. His sleeves were pulled straight by the strong wind of high-speed movement. His arm was like the taut bowstring of a drawn war bow, and a dry sound could vaguely be heard from his bones—

Heavy!

So heavy!

Only this one thought remained in his mind.

Even with the physical strength of H浑天, coupled with the peak of the Datong Zhenjing (大洞真經, Scripture of Great洞) which had no predecessor or successor, the combination of the two was vaguely unable to hold this Daoist. It was as if he was carrying not a white-haired Daoist, but something like Heaven, like Earth, like the Great Dao!

He glanced at him.

He was busy carrying him to escape the Turbid World's pursuit.

This guy was closing his eyes, breathing deeply, as if he had fallen into an exceptionally peaceful dream.

He faintly possessed the aura of "carrying the camp and embracing the spirit, cherishing the origin and holding to the One."

But while he looked light and airy, it didn't prevent Tongtian Daoren from feeling that this person was becoming heavier and heavier. If it weren't for the instinct of his body and the fierce pursuit of the Turbid World powerhouses behind him, Tongtian Daoren would have thrown this guy down long ago. But at this moment, he could only calm his mind and move forward quickly.

He had been in the Turbid World for a long time.

However, in the long years before the Battle of the South Sea, he had no self-will, and was only refined and manipulated by the Turbid World Great Lord like a weapon. This also meant that he didn't know much about the various legends of the Turbid World, as well as the locations of many dangerous places. After all, he was just a weapon. Since he was a weapon, he only needed to obey his master's orders. What knowledge did he need?

Or rather, even if he knew it on normal days, in a situation like this where he was being chased and had to carry a burden.

This originally flimsy information was easily thrown to the back of his mind.

Tongtian Daoren instantly passed through a seemingly ordinary area.

And many Turbid World demons followed closely behind. Almost as Tongtian Daoren crossed this place, he keenly felt that the vitality of this place was extremely different from the regular Turbid World aura. Although it was also incompatible with pure qi, it also had more unpredictable changes. Before Tongtian Daoren could find the meaning of these changes from the memories he had thrown into a corner,

A huge change had already occurred.

A sharp and unpredictable, yet terrifying sword qi erupted almost instantly.

Sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down, unpredictable and bizarre.

Tongtian Daoren raised his hand and gathered his energy, preparing to defend against this rather good sword qi.

However, for some unknown reason, this sword qi directly passed Tongtian Daoren, and then, with a terrifying sword momentum that was difficult to measure with the naked eye, instantly slashed towards the many Turbid World demons behind him. The next moment, a young swordsman covering his face also rushed out from the dark and lightless path in front, wielding his long sword.

"This is, the Demonic Realm?!"

"Damn it!"

"This is where the Demonic Realm beings are. These two guys led us here?!"

"Damn it, aren't they afraid that the demons will kill them too?!"

A small commotion exploded in the hearts of many demons. The Demonic Realm lineage had a great reputation throughout the entire Turbid World. They were ruthless in killing. Anyone who dared to set foot here would be killed by these Demonic Realm beings. Because these demons never left this place and never went to other places in the Turbid World, the Turbid World Great Lord did not attack this place.

First remove the threat of the Pure World, and then come back to slowly clean up the general trend of the Turbid World.

The demon holding the magic weapon in the lead raised it, continuously thrusting and blocking, blocking all of the young swordsman's ethereal, fierce, unpredictable, and profound swordsmanship. Then, on the weapon in his hand, energy erupted, evolving into various divine powers, forcibly suppressing him. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Immediately after, he no longer felt anything, as if he saw the sword in his palm pierce through and directly nail the young Demonic Realm being in front of him to the ground. Blood exploded, making the young Demonic Realm being's originally handsome and beautiful face become distorted. Then, he waved the weapon in his hand and killed all the demons around him, making a great contribution.

He received praise from Lord Turbid World Foundation and rewards from the Turbid World Great Lord.

From then on, he had all kinds of divine skill books and magical methods.

He also seemed to see countless beautiful women, wearing only thin紗 (shā, gauze), surrounding him, soft and fragrant, chirping and whispering. Some were extremely affectionate, rubbing against his neck, while others were wearing only such light紗, sitting in his arms, or dancing as beautifully as myths. The skin under the紗 was looming, making people's souls sink into it.

Suddenly, the surrounding beauties transformed into skeletons in the blink of an eye, and their previously beautiful faces all rotted.

Then, they fell piece by piece, revealing a yellowish color.

Finally, even cracks appeared on these skeletons.

The beauties turned into white bones in the blink of an eye, and shattered on the spot.

He could even see insects falling from their dark eye sockets, falling onto his body, and an boundless sense of fear and terror uncontrollably arose. In an instant, the demon retreated in horror, but was suddenly grabbed by slender and graceful arms, as if he were about to fall into an endless hell.

This was not an illusion, but had become a reality!

The next moment, this demon general fell backward, a formless sword qi directly piercing his heart.

Blood exploded directly.

And with his last remaining vision, he saw one after another, countless demons appearing, turning into dreamlike sword rain. There were even mysterious methods of twisting the soul and interfering with cognition, causing the demons' own defenses to completely lose their effect. When they attacked, they all missed, not only failing to defeat or block the enemy, but instead exposing all of their own flaws.

Moreover, their souls were confused, as if they had fallen into a dreamlike bubble. Although their divine powers were sufficient, they themselves were completely unprepared.

Even if they had strong cultivation and a terrifying body, in such a state, it was no different from courting death.

This is the Demonic Realm?

This is the Demonic Realm!

Directly interfering with the soul's cognition.

Assisted by strange and unpredictable swordsmanship.

The demon general glimpsed the true face of the most dangerous place in the Turbid World for countless years, opening this secret. But at the same time as he touched this secret, his soul was scattered, so this secret was still preserved here, still complete, and unknown to outsiders.

Tongtian Daoren's pupils shrank slightly.

This kind of method was the most restrained by his newly born, and even trapped in the heart demon's consciousness.

He glanced at the boundary between the Demonic Realm and the Turbid World.

The demons had precepts, never taking half a step out of this place, and not letting others leave alive.

However, Tongtian Daoren himself possessed the original physical strength of H渾天, which was extremely powerful. In addition, he had the highest realm of the Daoist Datong Zhenjing, as well as the escape technique that he had just comprehended. With the combination of the three, and discarding the increasingly heavy burden of the white-haired Daoist next to him, he might be able to retreat completely and leave this place quickly.

However, he glanced at the white-haired Daoist who had fallen into a deeper sleep, but was unable to move his feet.

He sighed.

Clearly, the one who talked and laughed with you in my memories is not me...

But why do I...

Tongtian Daoren was silent, and finally took half a step forward, raised his hand, and his sleeves fell, covering the white-haired Daoist behind him.

He calmly looked at the demons in front of him, and said indifferently, "You may proceed."

An unknown number of demons, wearing masks and with strange auras, silently rose, the swords in their hands extremely narrow, pulled out from the bodies of the Turbid World demons, carrying black and red blood. Then, in unison, but without any sound, they raised their arms, waved their swords, and sprinkled the black and red blood of the Turbid World demons aside, forming a shocking arc.

Cold and indifferent, strange and eerie.

The most dangerous place in the Turbid World!

A strange place where no one has ever survived!

Tongtian Daoren raised his hand and gathered his energy.

Suddenly—

The demons who had completely surrounded the two of them uniformly sheathed the swords in their hands. They uniformly took half a step forward, made a solemn sound that was different from usual, and then, with a swoosh, uniformly knelt on the ground, actually creating the momentum of thousands of troops drawing their swords together. They raised their hands to their chests, lowered their heads, and said solemnly:

"We respectfully obey the decree."

"For six thousand seven hundred years, no living person has entered or left."

"We have seen the Celestial Demon!!!"

ps: Second update today...