Chapter 447: Formidable Barrier! Every Step Blocked! Immortal Fortune and Dao Resonance! Divine Light Baptism!

Everyone was shocked, and a sense of foreboding filled the air.

Many knew Daoist Jiushan’s golden hammer and were aware of the power of this magical weapon. Now, with the hammer shattered, a heavy weight settled in everyone’s hearts.

“Young Master Long Jiu, how are things now? Can this formation still be broken?” Liu Qingqing asked softly.

Surely even the formation master Young Master Long Jiu couldn’t fail to break it, right?

Liu Qingqing felt a twinge of panic, while Young Master Long Jiu remained silent.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke, “Everyone, I’m sorry. Truly, this is a divine mountain within a Blissful Land. The formation is far too intricate. I suspect it is a grand formation personally laid by a Land Immortal. My cultivation is too shallow to break the restrictions here.”

At these words, everyone’s expressions turned grim. They had thought that with Young Master Long Jiu, they could break through the formation and enter the mountain.

But now, even a disciple personally trained by Daoist Jiushan could not accomplish it. The formation here was terrifying indeed.

After a moment of contemplation, a middle-aged man carrying a mourning staff on his shoulder spoke up, “I’ll go try!”

His face was pale, his aura chilling. It was obvious at a glance that he was a master of the heterodox arts.

Waaahhh... Waaahhh... Waaahhh...!

The middle-aged man suddenly covered his face and began to wail in a mournful, piercing cry. Watching him sob, everyone was stunned.

The scruffy old Daoist was the first to react. “A funeral mourner?”

𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This was a folk profession, venerating the Black and White Impermanence as their founders. Through wailing, they could manipulate life and death itself.

At these words, everyone’s faces changed, and they instinctively regarded the middle-aged man with caution.

Waaahhh... Waaahhh... Waaahhh...!

As his wailing grew louder and more mournful, a vague black shadow, the man’s shoulder carrying the funeral staff, slowly spread forward.

“Primordial spirit manifestation? No... that aura... it looks like a ghost,” someone said with a frown, uncertain.

The crowd held their breath, eyes tense on the mourner.

The middle-aged man’s cries grew ever more heartrending. If he didn’t enter the Blissful Land now, his lifespan would only last a few more days.

The others could retreat, but he could not! So he had no choice but to reveal the mourner’s secret techniques to carve out a chance at survival.

The shadow around him edged ever closer to the seal, while the funeral staff on his shoulder was now wreathed in a layer of black mist.

Suddenly, the mourner lifted his head, and the shadow swung the staff downward with great force. There was no earth-shattering roar, but a formation of divine light appeared, flickering with countless meticulous and precise streams of radiance imbued with an ancient aura. At that moment, a crack appeared across the formation above, as if silently melted away.

This strange method of attack sent chills down the spine, while the mourner felt a surge of relief in his heart.

“There’s a chance!”

If this seal could be broken, then with so many cultivators here, they could surely reach the peak of the divine mountain!

Boom!

Suddenly, chaos erupted. Violent spiritual energy from all directions surged, crisscrossing the sky, and in an instant, the mourner was blasted into a spray of blood!

Immediately, the funeral mourner vanished completely from everyone’s sight.

Gasp!

The perilous scene made everyone gasp sharply.

The black-robed elder from before slowly spoke, “Let me try.”

His eyes radiated divine light, his bearing extraordinary. He was clearly someone who could fight.

He retrieved a handful of soybeans from a cloth pouch at his waist. Forming a hand seal, he exhaled a stream of pure breath, and then scattered the soybeans onto the ground.

A squad of heavily armored soldiers, armed to the teeth, appeared.

“Bean Soldiers!” someone exclaimed.

The black-robed elder chanted as he formed hand seals.

Clang!

The heavy clash of armor rang out, and the soldier squad charged straight at the formation. Though only a dozen or so, they carried the momentum of a thousand galloping troops.

The black-robed elder was clever. By using the Bean Soldiers, he avoided personally risking himself.

Boom!

The formation roared in response. Spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged around, violently pressing against the soldier squad.

Bang bang bang bang!

One by one, the armored soldiers, strong and powerful, were crushed. But the assault did not stop. The seal of the divine mountain continued to press toward the black-robed elder, countless dark-gold filaments weaving densely across the area, crisscrossing chaotically.

Then, the elder scowled as he took out a bundle of paper strings from his chest and flung them outward. A rain of joss paper formed a massive barrier, blocking the raging spiritual energy!

Seizing this moment, the elder attempted to escape using a spell.

Bang!

In midair, the black-robed elder’s body turned into a mist of blood. The gore carried an eerie, unnatural quality. Was this the fate of anyone who tried to forcibly break through the divine mountain’s seal!?

The crowd fell utterly silent, frozen in fear, while Long Jiu furrowed his brows deeply. Even after this probing, no one had yet discerned the limits of the mountain’s seal.

He let out a sigh, preparing to leave with Old Zhao.

But suddenly, he froze mid-step, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“How is this possible!? The section of the seal we just broke... how has it restored itself!?” Long Jiu’s pupils contracted sharply.

The way back was blocked, as that section of the formation had reappeared!

“This is troublesome,” Long Jiu muttered with a wry smile.

“Young Master Long Jiu, what happened?” Liu Qingqing asked.

When Long Jiu explained the restoration of the seal, a murmur of shock spread through the crowd!

A tense, deadly atmosphere descended upon the cultivators.

***

Meanwhile, Li Yanchu, Xiao Ran, and Zhang Wei continued their ascent. They encountered almost no resistance.

With Wallbreak, Li Yanchu easily created passages through the formation, leading the two of them upward without significantly affecting the operation of the great formation. Zhang Wei was utterly in awe and completely blown away by Senior Cao Cao’s divine techniques.

Incredible!

Soon, they reached the halfway point of the mountain. Xiao Ran suddenly stopped and gently approached a stone wall, then she extended her slender fingers and lightly touched it.

“There is a divine insight left behind by a Daoist elder here,” Xiao Ran said softly.

Hearing this, Zhang Wei froze for a while before hurrying forward, but he felt nothing.

Meanwhile, Li Yanchu’s eyes glowed with Dharma light, revealing the hidden mystery of the stone wall. Within it flowed a cluster of pure, brilliant light, an incredibly subtle and profound power.

Is this the method of a Land Immortal?

Li Yanchu thought to himself.

Even after countless years, the insight remained, left behind for future disciples as a chance at enlightenment.

But... was the elder who left this insight idle? Why leave such a chance halfway up the mountain steps?

Li Yanchu shook his head slightly, a vision of a carefree, free-spirited Daoist elder forming in his mind.

Zhang Wei, on the other hand, was filled with envy.

Everyone else got to ascend the divine mountain, why didn’t I?

He glanced at Li Yanchu, seeing that even he hadn’t felt anything, and felt a little better.

So Senior Daoist Cao Cao hadn’t sensed it either.

After being bathed in the Dao resonance within the stone wall, Xiao Ran opened her eyes again. Her pupils shone with divine light, and her entire aura seemed enhanced.

She gave Li Yanchu a faint, enchanting smile. “Thank you. If you hadn’t brought me here, Daoist Master, I wouldn’t have experienced such fortune.”

Li Yanchu said, “This is all your own luck. These things depend on fate.”

Having traveled through two Blissful Lands himself, he spoke from experience on matters like this.

At this moment, Xiao Ran’s fortune seemed to swell even more profoundly in his eyes, and the pure spiritual energy gradually coalesced into the shape of a wondrous flower.

Indeed, this was an immortal Blissful Land, and the opportunities left behind everywhere here were, for them, truly great fortunes.