Chapter 361: Ruins Of Spiritual Realm

"Can it kill transcendent beings?" asked Chen Yongjie. His mind was fixated on killing the person with the silver mask. He was eager to do it sooner rather than later.

Furthermore, he took out his own treasure, ready to test and see how effective the weapon specialized in killing spirits would be in the spiritual realm.

Wang Xuan sensed carefully and pondered for a while before saying, "You're overthinking it. At most, you've reached the level of that person with the silver mask. If you encounter him again, your life won't be in immediate danger. Think of a plan, and perhaps you can strike back at him."

"That would be great. I'll definitely seize the opportunity to hunt him down!" exclaimed Chen Yongjie. He suddenly felt energized, thinking that he won't be dominated by someone else again.

For the past three days, he had a deep fear in his heart. He was worried that if he encountered that silver mask killer again, he might be obliterated on the spot.

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Hmmm

, the effect is surprisingly good!" said Chen Yongjie as he placed the Soul-binding Bell into the spiritual realm to absorb the energy there. The bell emitted light and faint silver ripple. It displayed considerable terrifying power.

However, because this spiritual realm was connected to the mortal world, it was restricted, and the powerful transcendent rules gradually lost their effectiveness. Otherwise, the Soul-binding Bell was an extraordinary treasure. If it were to fully release its power, it could even shatter transcendent-level figures! That kind of brilliance could only be seen in the most splendid era of transcendent rules.

Wang Xuan tried it out and found that once he entered this spiritual realm, his physical body felt like it was sinking into a quagmire. He could move, but it was incredibly strenuous and would be a burden. It was said that even transcendent powerhouses who venture into the highest spiritual realms to harvest heavenly medicine keep their physical bodies outside. They only send in their spirits.

"I think we're pretty much able to fend for ourselves. Let's not wait for Old Zhang. Judging by his demeanor, it'll probably take some time for him as he is happily dancing with the female evil spirit," Wang Xuan said. Chen Yongjie nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Old Zhang was quite popular with the female evil spirit.

Outside the spiritual realm, the desolate desert was now bustling with vitality, there were people all around the place. Recently, a large number of descendants of immortals and demons had arrived. People each had their own territory. They took turns guarding their physical bodies while entering the spiritual realm to baptize their spirits. The more daring ones ventured deeper to gather herbs. The herbs here were naturally very precious, and were genuine treasures of the spiritual realm!

Some people spotted Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie. They were intrigued.

Since the two didn't have other companions, would they dare to enter?

If they left their physical bodies outside, they would likely become prey to demons and monsters soon!

In the distance, some demonic cultivators quickly lowered their heads, fearing to reveal their cold gaze. They harbored ill intentions in secret, and were all quietly waiting. In such a place, no matter how powerful you were, if your spirit ventured out and dared to leave, your physical body might encounter accidents.

"Damn it!" said Chen Yongjie. He glanced around, and caught some hidden glances in the distance, sensing strands of hostility.

"Just take it with us," Wang Xuan spoke, knowing he had some treasures on him. Storing their physical bodies would suffice.

He found an empty spot and took out a golden yellowish gourd and stored his physical body inside it. This treasure was quite reliable. Chen Yongjie also agreed that the gourd was quite secure and chose to store himself in it. Then, the two began to arm themselves, taking out various spiritual weapons.

Wang Xuan draped himself with a Silver Beast Skin Scroll and asked Old Chen, "How does it look?"

"Silver cloak, not bad. Too bad it's not white. Otherwise, you'd look like a honey badger that’s ready to take on any transcendent powerhouses!" Old Chen commented.

Wang Xuan frowned and thought for a moment. He then took out a golden tree. In the dense aura of the trans material, it could be resized. After shrinking it, he placed it directly on his head. The small tree resembled a golden crown that housed nine little birds. This was a powerful weapon that offered excellent protection for his spirit.

Next, he took out the Soul-binding Chain and wrapped it around his arm. As for the Godslaying Banner, it clearly couldn't be left behind. This set of spiritual weapons was versatile in offense and defense. Any one of them would make top figures jealous. All of it were legendary sacred artifacts.

Chen Yongjie was also busy. He used the Soul-binding Bell as a helmet, fastening it on his head. He had almost refined it. He was able to emit ripples at will without harming himself. Then, he hung a snow-white conch shell on his chest and held a sharp spiritual weapon in his hand, it was the Golden blue dagger.

The two didn't set off immediately but instead stayed on the outskirts to gather information. They obtained valuable information of the descendants of demon ancestors, Demon Four, Qi Cheng Dao, and others who had already entered.

Some speculated that there were grand transcendent lineages, and there might even be well-preserved caves of primordial gods and demons inside the spiritual realm. These caves not only contained heavenly herbs but also rare ancient scriptures. Of course, the most astonishing speculation was that there might be supreme treasures here. If not, it would be difficult to attract so many top figures to appear. In the end, Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie set off, moving like two fishes that were entering the sea. They were traversing the spiritual realm with their souls. This novel experience was quite special.

As they delved deeper, with the passage of time, they couldn't tell at all that these sceneries were all products of the spiritual world. The vast mountains, undulating hills, and crimson clouds pouring down from the sky, all seemed so real and incredibly beautiful. Before a vast blue lake, Wang Xuan took a plunge and water splashed everywhere. His spirit instantly felt extremely relaxed. There were strange energy substances here that could replenish the spirit.

Rumble!

Ahead, on a towering cliff, ancient pine trees stood in clusters. Their sound of rustling resembled the sound of thunder.

"Is this really the spiritual realm?" said Wang Xuan with a bit of confusion. Looking back at the material world behind him, he couldn't tell what was true and what was fake in this place.

Contemplating this question, he inevitably thought of the Solidarity Void and the origin of the truth. The greatest benefit in this realm was that the spirit could fly, and with the support of treasures, it was simply lightning fast!

They were very cautious. They followed some demons, descendants of immortals, and others along the way. They were heading in a certain direction. It seemed that some people had found the ruins. After traveling thousands of miles ahead, there were flashes of lightning and thunder, accompanied by fierce winds and torrential rain. The scene was somewhat terrifying, it was like a hundred-mile lightning serpent that was violently interweaving.

Many people gasped in shock, hesitating to proceed. It was no wonder that the commotion in this area was so great after the location was known. Anyone who entered the spiritual realm could be attracted here within a day or two. What was the greatest fear for the spirit without the protection of the physical body? Naturally, it was this vast thunderstorm. If one were to be struck, it could lead to the destruction of the spirit!

Many people were stopped here. Upon closer inspection, even the weakest were at the eighth stage, with many being ninth-stage beings. There were even some early-stage transcendents. The natural disasters here seemed severe all year round. It blocked the path forward for everyone.

"I saw Demon Four go in. He has a demonic treasure that can block the dense lightning!" someone shouted.

"That's not blocking, that's sneaking through!" another replied.

Some people sighed. As a core figure of the fourth generation of the demonic path, it was not surprising for him to have extraordinary treasures for self-protection.

"Let’s not mention you and me, even if an Earth Immortal came, they would have to think twice before daring to resist the dense spiritual thunder with their spirit!" someone shouted again.

In the distance, Wang Xuan remained silent. The fact that there were lightning storms even in the spiritual realm that was considered to be spiritual lighting, was truly extraordinary. He wondered if people who lived here year-round would still consider themselves beings of the spiritual realm. Everything seemed so real, whether it was mountains, rivers, or all things, as well as heavenly tribulations.

"Let's go!" said Chen Yongjie.

Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie found a secluded place and approached the continuous downpour. They came close to the dark and heavy clouds, and the dense lightning from a remote area.

"Will your Silver Bell Helmet conduct electricity?" Wang Xuan asked. He looked at Old Chen and continued, "Should I use the banner to shield you from the lightning?"

"This is the spiritual realm, okay? It's not like the outside." said Chen Yongjie as he moved forward. Suddenly, with a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck. It frightened him so much he quickly removed his helmet and stepped back. He felt incredulous as he looked up at the sky.

"Damn, there's someone up there deliberately striking at me!" Old Chen's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wang Xuan's heart raced as well. His spiritual eye also caught sight of it. There was a trace in the clouds of a man who looked withered. He was like a skeleton beating a broken drum. The lightning directly struck down towards them.

"Is this lightning being manipulated by someone?" said Chen Yongjie as his expression changed, then he was stunned. He was sure that he hadn't seen wrong.

Was that withered creature a spiritual body?

It looked like a dried corpse, with deep-set eye sockets that were dark and hollow.

Could it be a spiritual corpse?

"Don't rush, let me take a closer look at it!" exclaimed Wang Xuan. He opened his spiritual eye, with his vision penetrating in all directions. He saw astonishing scenes. Above the clouds, there were dozens, if not hundreds of similar ruins. It was not just in that one place, but the ruins were scattered across the vast sky.

In each place, there were some ancient ruins floating around. On the ruins, there were inexplicable creatures that were stiffly beating decaying drums. They were like machines. In this region, the spiritual thunderstorms that intertwined here were not naturally occurring. It was all brought down by those drum beats. Those withered creatures all seemed like spiritual corpses, obeying ancient commands and releasing thunder and lighting rigidly.

Wang Xuan wrapped Old Chen with the banner and they passed through the thunderous area safely. The process felt like walking through a place where heavenly tribulations descended, with massive thunderbolts everywhere. Even after passing through the thunder zone, it was still deafening. This wasn't a paradise. The surroundings were actually surrounded by towering thunderlights. It formed lighting walls as high as the sky.

"Is this the City of Spiritual Lightning?"

It’s better to call it a ruin instead of a city. There were rubbles everywhere. No intact buildings can be seen, and there were only some desolate hilly areas.

"There's a situation, it's all...... in the sky. The place we're heading to might require us to go beyond the clouds!" said Wang Xuan. He looked up and couldn't help but be moved.

The ground was littered with broken walls and remnants. In the sky, ruins and flowing luminous rivers floated. Above the clouds, stood a towering sacred mountain.

"That demoness is here too!" Old Chen whispered with his pupils contracting. He signaled for Wang Xuan to hide among the ruins and pointed to a small suspended ruin in the sky.

There was a pile of fire there. It was dazzlingly bright, and was surrounded by many evil spirits. A woman in red robes stood before the fire and turned around gracefully. Her long skirt billowed, resembling a celestial maiden.

Wang Xuan was astonished, saying, "This place is quite extraordinary. The fire above the remnants of myths seems to be just an entry test, placed in the lowest level of the ruins. What lies above?"

He noticed the anomaly. The ruins were layered, and that mythical bonfire seemed to be a mandatory gateway! The fire connected to a hazy passage that led all the way up to the higher-level of ruins of the spiritual realm.

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