Ninth-level fairy

Chang Qingzi glared at him, "You think you can just get blood essence just by saying it, right? For a cultivator, the higher their realm, the more precious their blood essence becomes!"

"Try again!" Du Fang looked calm, but he persisted.

"If you weren't a disciple of Lingxiao, I would have punched your head off!" Changqingzi cursed.

"Try it again!"

Chang Qingzi sighed, glared at the stubborn fellow, pricked his finger, let a drop of blood drip onto the ground, and said, "It's no use. Look, the palace is still there, and the Blue and White Jade Tower is still there!"

"That's strange, am I wrong?"

Chang Qingzi was very surprised: "What did you guess wrong?"

"Let me borrow your porcelain piece to try!"

Du Fang saw clearly that in the master's hand was the porcelain cup that he had just used to drink wine. Changqingzi broke off a piece of it. Obviously, he had been on guard since entering the hall.

Chang Qingzi threw the porcelain shard at him disdainfully. "You're wasting your energy! It's useless!"

He continued, "I've been here for nearly two hundred years, and I've already surveyed the surrounding terrain thoroughly. In my opinion, this must be a fairy palace trapped in time. It can freeze time and preserve everything. Perhaps this bronze palace still hides some ancient great power who is still alive..."

"Perhaps it's using the power of time to nurture something..."

He didn't finish his words.

A piercing pain came from Du Fang's fingertips, and he realized that his body was more sensitive to pain than before.

As the pain pierced his heart, his eyes suddenly turned dark, and all the palaces, jade towers, jade trees and white flowers that he had seen before disappeared without a trace.

The two of them were completely enveloped by endless darkness.

Du Fang remained calm, as if he had already guessed all this. Chang Qingzi's tongue became tangled and he began to babble nonsense:

"We...are we entering hell? Why is there nothing here? What's going on?"

Du Fang snorted softly, "I'm right, this is just an illusion. Your blood is useless!"

Chang Qingzi suddenly stared at his face and shouted:

"I know, I understand. No wonder the founder of Lingxiao wanted to bring you in. Only the immortal body, and definitely the blood of the immortal body, can break through this immortal burial. You are the key to breaking this abyss, especially your blood!"

A lingering fear still lingered on his face. "Maidens, palaces, and fine wine—they were all fake! What secrets are hidden in this bewitching tomb that are worth covering up?"

"This is not fake, nor is it an illusion!" Du Fang slowly stated his speculation.

"When I first entered the Spiritual Abyss, those evil spirits didn't touch me, but they were extremely malicious towards you. Later, I encountered the Red Coffin of the Patriarch..."

Du Fang stared at Ling Xiaozi's face. "The red coffin is clearly not heading here. This means that the headmaster knew that there was something strange about this bronze palace and that it was the burial place of their former companions, such as the senior from Changsheng Hall who reminded you and me in the blink of an eye. But you insisted that there was something in this immortal palace and that you had to come in..."

"Didn't you come in too? And you were brought up here by someone..." Chang Qingzi retorted dissatisfiedly.

"I'm different. I'm a fairy spirit. Even if my body falls, my soul will come here to travel and experience the prosperous scenes of my previous life..."

Chang Qingzi remained silent, but Du Fang continued:

"I originally thought that beneath this Spiritual Abyss was the tomb of the Human Emperor, and that the secrets of the Human Emperor were being guarded by these yin objects, ghosts, and perhaps some strange creatures. So far, you and I have only seen two of them."

"One is the headmaster, and another is a senior from the Changsheng Hall. They are all dead, and their souls are trapped here, unable to escape. There are also sixteen seniors. This means that there must be difficulties and obstacles ahead. It must be various ancient restrictions that killed these top cultivators."

"How about we go out?" Chang Qingzi asked in a trembling voice. Even this small bronze palace was filled with fear.

Du Fang asked him disdainfully: "Can you fly up?"

Chang Qingzi lowered his head. Telling it to others now would be like wishful thinking.

Without the sword-wielding skill, it is impossible to climb up this thousand-foot cliff. There is no other way but to find another way out.

Seeing Du Fang suddenly staring at the top of his head without moving, he asked, "What's going on?"

"look!"

Du Fang took out the black stone in his hand, engraved with the words "Changshengtang", and shone it. Although the stone was pitch black, it shone brighter than fluorescent stone in the darkness. It must be some kind of magical weapon. But even such a powerful figure died here.

Above their heads, servants, maids, musical instruments, white horses, jade trees, and everything they had seen in the palace were carved on them using the most ancient techniques.

The two of them were standing right below these carvings.

A drop of azure light shone through the dome, just a tiny bit, illuminating where they stood.

Chang Qingzi whispered, "This is the legendary Yin Ke. It comes alive when it encounters blood. The sky is round and the earth is square. The place where we are standing is empty. This is where the coffin is placed!"

The two jumped away immediately.

Sure enough, it was long and square, the same size as the red coffin outside.

The place where it fell was seven inches square, and it looked like it was chiseled out of marble, with a very neat cut surface.

Du Fang didn't understand, but Chang Qingzi shuddered at the sight: "This is where our ancestor was suppressed!"

"Master, did the red coffin where Senior Sister was staying fly out from here?" Du Fang was a little confused.

"Yes, the spirit of our Master Brother should have been trapped here like the woman from the Changsheng Hall. However, the Patriarch refused to give in and used all his strength to fly out of this immortal palace. He has been wandering in the white mist of Lingyuan, waiting for the next destined person to become Lingxiao..."

"how do you know?"

Du Fang was very puzzled.

"Because the Master's body had long since turned to dry bones, with no vitality left, when the Immortal Palace broke free from the red coffin, it had already completely crushed the Master's soul, just like the woman in the Changsheng Hall."

Du Fang suddenly felt a chill.

This means that if you want to get out of here, you will never survive. As long as you know the secrets here, you are destined to have the same ending as them.

Du Fang took the stone and shone it upwards again. Ling Xiaozi suddenly looked at his black stone with his eyes wide open.

Almost in disbelief, he asked, "Did you bring the stone...the stone...from the illusion in Changsheng Hall?"

This is almost impossible. The illusion is false. Before, they entered through these engraved walls and used the blood of immortals to shatter the illusion.

But Du Fang actually brought out a piece of the stone from inside.