Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Wu Feilong strode confidently into the magnificent hall, where he saw a large crowd of experts from various sects gathered. Among these experts were swordsmen with superb swordsmanship, martial artists with profound inner strength, assassins skilled in hidden weapons, and so on. They came from different sects and forces, but at this moment they had all gathered in the hall of the Myriad Star Alliance.

At the very top of the main hall sat the elders of the Myriad Stars Alliance and their renowned leader, whose power shook the martial world. Each of these individuals possessed unfathomable strength, and the aura emanating from them inspired awe.

Time passed quietly, and after about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the once spacious hall was now packed with people. At this moment, an elder gave a subtle signal, and the gatekeepers waiting at the door immediately understood. They moved in unison and slowly closed the two heavy bronze doors, making a dull thud.

As the bronze doors slammed shut, the entire hall fell silent. The leader of the Myriad Stars Alliance, a smile on his face, steadily ascended the high platform before the hall. His gaze swept over the densely packed crowd below, like a surging tide, then he gently waved his arm, signaling for quiet. Once the hall was calm again, the leader spoke with delight: “Fellow practitioners, you are all elites from sects affiliated with my Myriad Stars Alliance. Since we are gathered here today, I will not waste any more words. As you all know, the mysterious and unpredictable Burial Ground of Gods opens once every thousand years. Legend has it that it contains endless rare treasures, a dazzling array that overwhelms the senses. However, opportunity often comes with risk, and the Burial Ground of Gods is fraught with danger and peril. Therefore, if anyone wishes to withdraw now, it is not too late. Otherwise, once you enter, you can only leave through teleportation when the Burial Ground of Gods closes on its own.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the people in the palace began to whisper and murmur among themselves. One of them, his face beaming with excitement, exclaimed, "I heard that when the burial grounds of gods opened last time, someone was lucky enough to discover incomparably precious divine fire! I wonder what kind of rare treasures we'll find this time?"

The other person chimed in without hesitation, "This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, how can we give up so easily? Even if the road ahead is treacherous, we must give it our all!"

Some even added with anticipation, "If we are fortunate enough to obtain some peerless treasure this time, it might make our sect famous and bring it great glory!" For a moment, all sorts of voices rose and fell, echoing endlessly in the hall.

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With a smile on his face, Gao Xing excitedly waved his hands to signal to the crowd and shouted, "Now that everyone has given this matter careful consideration, let us now open this mysterious and ancient burial ground together!" With the alliance leader's majestic and solemn command, the dozens of highly respected elders present began to act. Each of them carefully took out a slightly damaged jade pendant from their robes, muttering incantations and softly reciting an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation.

In an instant, the previously dull jade pendants seemed to come alive, shimmering with an eerie light. They broke free from the elders' grasp and flew into the air like shooting stars. At the same time, a powerful, unsettling invisible force suddenly emerged, drawing the scattered jade pendants together. In the blink of an eye, all the jade pendants perfectly merged in mid-air into a single, flawless, crystal-clear circular jade disc.

The jade disc radiated a dazzling, iridescent light, its rays like a radiant moon hanging high in the sky. However, just as everyone was marveling at its beauty, the jade disc suddenly unleashed a terrifying energy capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. This energy, like a surging torrent, crashed against the surrounding space with overwhelming force, instantly tearing open the void and creating a bottomless, black hole-like vortex.

Seeing such a breathtaking scene, those at the front could no longer contain their excitement and longing. One by one, they leaped into the air like arrows, rushing headlong into the whirlpool, fearing they might miss any precious treasure. In contrast, Wu Feilong appeared remarkably calm and collected. He did not rush into the whirlpool, but instead followed leisurely at the back of the group.

As Wu Feilong slowly moved forward, he scrutinized the elders and sect leaders who remained motionless with his sharp eyes. He pondered to himself, "Since the benefits of entering the Divine Burial Ground are so great, why have all these high-ranking figures chosen to stay outside? Could there be some unknown danger or secret hidden within?" Filled with doubt, Wu Feilong continued to observe the development of the situation.

Only after the last disciple leaped into the vortex did Wu Feilong take a deep breath, adjust his state, and then, with a flash, swiftly plunged into the dark, deep vortex like a ghost. He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his body plummeted rapidly as if weightless. He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself firmly planted on solid ground.

Looking up, they were greeted by a majestic mountain that towered into the clouds. Surprisingly, no matter how they tried, they couldn't fly here. The disciples from powerful sects, being numerous and familiar with each other, naturally formed small groups, looking out for one another as they made their way into the mountain.

Wu Feilong followed cautiously behind the group, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, not daring to relax for a moment. Suddenly, a terrified shout came from ahead: "Titan Black Python!" Upon hearing this, the others turned pale with fright and scattered like startled birds.

However, the disciples, led by Lei Yunxiao, showed no fear. Lei Yunxiao flashed forward like lightning, landing steadily not far from the hundreds-of-meters-long Titan Black Serpent. His eyes were fixed on the colossal creature before him, his gaze gleaming with unwavering determination and confidence.

"Disciples of the Thunderclap Sect, listen to my command!" Lei Yunxiao shouted, his voice echoing throughout the mountains and forests. "This Titan Black Python is a priceless treasure. As long as we work together, we will surely be able to kill it!" His words seemed to infuse every disciple present with a powerful force. The previously somewhat panicked crowd calmed down and scattered according to Lei Yunxiao's instructions.

These disciples were all above the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm, and each possessed extraordinary skills. They chanted incantations and continuously formed hand seals, causing streaks of lightning to intertwine in the air, forming a massive lightning net that enveloped the Titan Black Serpent.

The Titan Black Python opened its gaping maw and sucked in with tremendous force, instantly engulfing dozens of disciples at the early Nascent Soul stage. Those sucked into the snake's mouth cried out in despair, "Save me..." But it was all too late.

Just then, several deafening claps of thunder suddenly resounded in the sky. Several thick bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, striking the Titan Serpent's body with tremendous force. The Titan Serpent, struck hard, roared in agony, its massive tail lashing wildly left and right. A series of deafening crashes followed, trees felled in droves, and dust billowed into the air. The Titan Serpent, relying on its powerful physique, launched a relentless and ferocious attack on the lightning strikes.