Patrol Captain

Suddenly, the monstrous body of the Undying King flew straight towards the enormous crimson coffin.

As the raging phoenix fire engulfed his body, it sounded like ice shards shattering, just like Ru porcelain fresh from the kiln.

He raised one hand and stroked the engraving on it. His deep black eyes seemed to be lost in a distant memory, and something in the depths of his eyes tore through the darkness and surged out from the bottom.

Below in the sea of ​​sand, Chen Yuan's indestructible body had repaired most of his injuries, with only a few wisps of black energy writhing wildly within the furnace of his flesh, like maggots clinging to bones.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. He looked up at the scene in the sky, his eyebrows twitched, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It's that coffin again!
The coffin discovered on General Mountain is intricately connected to the group of great supernatural beings from a thousand years ago, involving resurrection, Baiyujing, and this forbidden land.

It's shrouded in mystery!
Since his visit to the Martial Temple, Chen Yuan has discovered that it is becoming increasingly complex.

I wanted to stay out of it, but it seemed like fate had other plans, and I was still drawn in.

Now that the coffin has been restored to its original form, the immortal king before them has begun to behave strangely.

Judging from his actions, does this immortal king recognize this object?
Chen Yuan's golden pupils narrowed slightly, and a startling thought arose in his mind!
But at this moment, he felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. In the fight just now, he truly experienced the terror of these immortal monarchs. Even with the help of this special world and the blessing of luck and spiritual roots, it was still difficult to bridge the gap between them.

After all, I haven't truly reached the realm of Martial Saint yet!
He could also tell that the other party had not yet gone all out.

In such a situation, one must consider the potential danger and retreat, and quickly make a decision.
"call out"

"call out"

"call out"

The true forms of several spiritual roots in the sky flashed and shifted in the air, transforming into a stream of light that returned to its place, went back to the divine treasure, and entered Chen Yuan's body.

Only the fire phoenix coffin trembled violently and emitted a shriek, but it was restrained by the void, as if the immortal king had touched it and placed a talisman on it.

As the fiery phantoms howled, the commotion seemed to interrupt the thoughts of the immortal king, and a speck of white paint condensed in his dark pupils.

Then, the king slowly turned around, lowered his head, and stared at Chen Yuan with his dark eyes. A strong wind rose, and his black hair danced wildly like a demon. The white hair trembled, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

The king seemed to be carefully examining Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan felt his hair stand on end.

After looking at him for a long time, the other person slowly shook his head.

"You're not him!"

"Where did you get this coffin?"

The voice possessed a kind of magic and madness, which, combined with the dense, ice-crack-like patterns on its demonic body, created a powerful sense of oppression.

Chen Yuan could clearly sense that the king was no longer lifeless. The king inquired about the origin of the coffin, which surprised him, even though he was mentally prepared.

"Could you perhaps be one of the people recorded in these inscriptions from that era?"

His voice was low and deep, his golden pupils trembled, but he dared not relax for a moment and spoke out his conjecture.

As he uttered these words, the immortal king's dark eyes gleamed, "I never imagined that after so many years, there would still be people who remember us!"

The aura of vicissitude diluted the fierce demonic energy emanating from him, while his exposed heart pounded even more violently.

The next second, his body flashed in the void as if he had teleported, and he appeared directly in the sand sea several miles below, right in front of Chen Yuan.

A fierce wind whipped up sand and dust like knives, rushing towards his face.

Chen Yuan's pupils contracted as he sensed something. With a clang, he slammed his spear down on the ground, causing the sandstorm to part like flowing gold, while his heart surged with emotion.

This king was actually one of those who suppressed the Ten Fiends more than a thousand years ago?
Still alive!
This is nothing short of a bombshell.

However, it seems to be an alternative way of living.

He said only the dead can keep the secrets of this place; what exactly is hidden here?

But then, an aura of death emanated from this king, his body swirling with demonic energy, and a pair of chilling black eyes that seemed to see right through one's soul, staring directly at Chen Yuan.

"No wonder you, a living person, would come here."

"This coffin transcends the boundary between life and death, drawing you here."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked the question he had long been curious about, "Where is this place?"

"Are you also a resurrected skeleton?"

But the immortal king's eyes gleamed with a dark light.

"You may want to know, but I need to confirm one thing."

"I ask you, who are you?"

"Answer properly, for I can discern truth from falsehood with my own eyes."

As he spoke, a loud "boom" exploded, and the king's demonic body swelled up, its terrifying pressure crashing forward like a raging storm, pressing down on Chen Yuan.

Like a violent storm!

With a sudden clang, the spear in Chen Yuan's hand rang out, flashing with golden light that parted the black demonic energy, its hum continuing.

Chen Yuan stood straight as a spear, his golden light blazing intensely. "Is this important?"

"Because this coffin was buried by us ourselves back then, and you've refined it, let's see if you're qualified!"

"If not, then there's only a pile of bones, unable to be reincarnated!"

The black wind howled, and the immortal king seemed to finally reveal his true form. His voice was like the roar of a vengeful ghost, overwhelming the sky and the earth. A vast killing intent raged through the air, and the air was filled with an evil aura.

Amidst the howling wind, Chen Yuan's physical body emitted a thunderous roar, defying the surging pressure. His hair danced wildly at his temples, and his eyes shone like golden lamps.
"The Ninth Mountain General of the Shu Region Circuit, the Imperial Envoy of the Three Southwest Circuits, who patrols on behalf of Heaven and guards the Ten Thousand Mountains."

As Chen Yuan spoke, he raised his other hand, and divine light flashed. It was not an official seal or token, but a nine-story cyan glazed pagoda that slowly emerged.

On the Demon-Suppressing Tower of the Thirty-Six Mountains, thousands of remnant demon souls roared, bared their fangs and claws, and surged with demonic energy, looking extremely ferocious, as if they wanted to break free from it.

The moment this Demon-Suppressing Tower appeared, the world became incredibly lively. It was seen that when the Undying King glanced at it, the overwhelming pressure vanished without a trace.

His pair of black eyes, like those of a demon, stared at the demonic reliefs above, radiating murderous intent. The powerful shockwave caused the group of menacing reliefs to shatter with a series of loud bangs.

At the same time, his tone was somewhat strange.

"You are qualified!"

He said to Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan felt the pressure on him decrease sharply, retracted the Demon Suppression Tower, and narrowed his eyes, "Can you answer my question now, sir?"

The other party's illogical actions left Chen Yuan's thoughts in disarray.

He suddenly realized one of his doubts: why did only the coffin fly away when he went there, leaving the coffin with the engravings on it behind? Isn't that strange?

At the time, he naturally didn't think so much about it, and was happy to have obtained the second divine treasure. Now, looking back, and considering the events that followed, it seems that all of this was deliberately planned by someone in the dark, waiting for people to take the bait.

I am an insider myself.

He later realized something was amiss, but plans couldn't keep up with changes.

"Can!"

"I imagine you're curious about what exactly happened!"

As he spoke, a black wind arose around the king, swirling like black hairs.

"Then come with me, and we'll know the answer soon enough."

Chen Yuan seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this person's cryptic words.

The current situation is beyond our control. Whether we can escape or not is one thing, but if we stubbornly stay here, it may backfire. Moreover, we have received astonishing news from this immortal king, and these many tangled mysteries also need an answer.

After careful consideration, Chen Yuan, deciding to make the best of it, had a thought, and the crimson coffin transformed into a streak of light and flew back. The king did not stop him.

Then, the king rode on demonic energy, carrying Chen Yuan as it roared and surged into the depths.

They ventured deep into the desert and saw a series of volcanoes, like festering wounds on the earth. Thick lava flowed slowly down the mountainsides, billowing acrid sulfurous fumes in its wake. The craters occasionally spewed forth scorching rocks, tracing crimson arcs through the air before crashing heavily into the desert, stirring up clouds of yellow sand. The wind swept across the dunes, carrying fragments of human and demonic bones, its mournful sound echoing through the air. Bones lay scattered on the sand's surface, or piled up in layers, forming continuous mounds of bone. The empty eye sockets of the skulls stared straight at the sky, sending a chill down one's spine.

During this time, he saw various skeletal creatures roaming and fighting among them. Scattered throughout were numerous skeletal fortresses, where dark demonic energy surged and powerful skeletal creatures dwelled.

When the aura of the Undying King passed through this place, all the white bones prostrated themselves, and even the powerful creatures in the Bone Fortress withdrew their demonic energy to welcome the king of this land.

Finally, after about an hour, they reached the depths. In the distance, a colossal black mountain stood, its size and height unknown. The closer they got, the more awe they felt at its magnificence.

At the foot of the black mountain, a large city suddenly appeared.

This great city looks ancient and strange, with walls built of massive black stones.

Looking out from a distance, one can see countless strange and grotesque skeletal creatures moving in and out of the city gates. There are even powerful skeletons wearing dazzling bone armor guarding the city walls, like soldiers defending the city, making it no different from the large city outside.

What surprised Chen Yuan even more was that, unlike the uniform desolation of this world of death, he actually saw soaring five-colored essence in that great city, dazzling and colorful, yet also out of place.

Soon, the overwhelming demonic energy surged into the giant city, and no living being dared to stop it.

Finally, the surging demonic energy truly descended upon an oasis within a giant city, and the stark contrast of the scene caught Chen Yuan's eye.

Among them, the carved beams and painted rafters, the flying eaves and brackets, make it seem as if one has entered a paradise outside, forming a strong visual contrast with the mountains of white bones and ridges of skulls outside the city.

One of the lakes, clear as a mirror, shimmered with a soft, precious light. The water was a pale blue, and the scales reflected a rainbow of colors. The lakeside was covered with exotic flowers and plants, their fragrance refreshing and delightful.

Most striking are the several towering trees that stand there, their extraordinary height and cascading energy painting the entire oasis with a misty glow, making it appear exceptionally magnificent.

One of the trees was a hundred feet tall, with a canopy that spread out like an umbrella. Each leaf was like a translucent piece of jade, with golden liquid flowing between the veins. When a breeze blew, the leaves trembled and sprinkled fine golden light, like a golden rain.
There was also a strange tree with a wrinkled trunk, like dragon scales, and leaves that shimmered with a purple glow. Red fruits, the size of fists, hung from its branches, their surfaces shimmering with a divine light and brimming with life force.

There were also strange trees with branches as soft as willows, yet shimmering with a metallic luster, their thousands of auspicious rays forming a dazzling band of light, their rich essence transforming into white mist—it was simply astonishing.

Chen Yuan only came to his senses when he landed in a pavilion.

Those strange trees were all spiritual roots. The essence here was terrifyingly rich. With each breath, a cool current flowed through my body, making me feel much lighter!

It was a world apart from the land of bones they had just left.

“There is no spiritual energy here. If it weren’t for these spiritual roots, we would have died long ago and wouldn’t have survived until now.”

“During that battle, many fragments of spiritual roots were left behind in this land of death as those people died.”

"Between life and death, there seems to be a predetermined fate."

A faint voice rang in Chen Yuan's ears. The Undying King spoke from the side of Chen Yuan and took a step forward. His ferocious demonic body, which was originally surrounded by black energy, suddenly changed, as if it had undergone a metamorphosis.

He was dressed in white, wearing a jade crown, with a face as sharp as if carved by a knife, and high brow bones. He was a very imposing man. Where was the ferocious aura from before? However, his eyes were as black as ink, with no whites, and a layer of blood red under his eye sockets, adding a touch of sinister coldness.

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at the words that came out of this person's mouth, which contained key information.

"Are you referring to the great battle that suppressed the Ten Fiends?"

"Yes."

The king leaped into the blue-green lake, his feet firmly planted on the water's surface, never sinking.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan swiftly followed, and together they stood in the middle of the lake.

The king looked down at the lake, where his reflection appeared in the water. He seemed somewhat dazed, and ripples spread beneath his feet, fragmenting the reflection.

"Since you survived the great war a thousand years ago and possess such cultivation, why don't you want to leave this place?"

Chen Yuan continued to ask.

But when the king heard this question, he burst into laughter.

Then, the lake beneath his feet exploded, and his figure shot directly into the air, rushing upwards along the black mountain at an incredible speed.

Chen Yuan was surprised and suspicious, and then rushed forward.

He had tried to soar into the sky to leave this hellish place, but the sky above this land of death seemed to be under a no-fly zone, preventing him from flying higher. The higher he went, the darker the sky seemed to press down like mountains, making it impossible to escape.

Watching the king soar into the sky, he was a little curious, so he followed and found that the resistance was very small when he shot straight up along the Black Mountain.

They broke through the thick, impenetrable darkness and continued upwards along the black mountain.

On the rock face of that black mountain, a horrifying scene unfolded: countless skeletons were climbing upwards.

As Chen Yuan continued this process, he became increasingly alarmed. There was absolutely no such colossal mountain in the human world; it was ridiculously high and seemed impossible to climb to the top.

As he charged forward, he finally saw the scene he had glimpsed in the teleportation channel when he was teleported back to Chengdu from the desert.

Coffins were placed on the cliff face.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of thunder.

On that cliff face, figures were rushing towards Black Mountain! (End of Chapter)