Chapter 148: Poking a Hole in the Sky
The Bronze Immortal Hall was one of the greatest historical mysteries of the Eastern Wasteland. Legends claimed it was forged by immortals, but this could never be verified. It had appeared as early as the Primordial Era, yet no one truly knew its origins.
Ye Fan decided to poke a hole in the sky and reveal this secret, all for the sole purpose of creating an opportunity to escape from this place.
He could foresee that once the news spread, it would stir up a massive upheaval, shaking this land to its core. However, he could no longer afford to care about that.
Ji Ziyue’s beautiful eyes widened as she tried to stop him through telepathy, but it was already too late. Ye Fan ignored her and continued speaking on his own.
“Little brat, what are you doing? Do you know the consequences of spreading this news? Didn’t we agree to keep this secret hidden?” Ji Ziyue fumed in anger. Seeing that Ye Fan paid her no mind, she clenched her delicate fists, itching to go over and punch him a few times.
Ye Fan spoke in great detail, even pointing out the location, telling them it was near Grand Mystery and that they could verify it at any time. He had no other choice; to survive, he had to disregard Ji Ziyue for now.
“Is this really true?” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was shocked, rising to her feet as her jade-like body radiated brilliance. Bathed in a soft halo, she seemed like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.
“Are you certain?!” Hua Yunfei could no longer maintain his ethereal composure either, standing up abruptly and fixing his gaze on Ye Fan.
“Ziyue, is this true?” Ji Haoyue stared at his younger sister, knowing that the two of them had been together all along.
The crowd was uncertain about Ye Fan’s words, and all eyes turned to Ji Ziyue. At this point, she had no way to conceal it any longer and could only nod.
“With something this big, why didn’t you speak up sooner?” Ji Haoyue said with some reproach.
“It’s not exactly good news. Every time the Bronze Immortal Hall appears, a lot of people die. I thought it would be better to keep it quiet to avoid bloodshed,” Ji Ziyue muttered softly.
“I forgot to tell you, there’s a lot of Mysterious Yellow there—thick as clouds, heavy as mountains…” Ye Fan went all out, dropping another bombshell.
“What? There’s Mother Qi of All Things there?!”
“That’s a sacred substance for forging one’s ‘artifact’!”
Everyone exclaimed in astonishment, their eyes lighting up.
Mysterious represented the essence of heaven, and Yellow the marrow of earth, so Mysterious Yellow was often used to symbolize heaven and earth.
“Are you sure?” Hua Yunfei could no longer remain calm. He drifted over, staring intently at Ye Fan as he asked seriously.
“Of course. I saw it with my own eyes,” Ye Fan replied with certainty.
“Where is that lake?” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s beautiful eyes shimmered with a strange light.
The others also crowded around.
In the beginning of heaven and earth, the overflowing essence was called Mysterious Yellow. Its quantity was pitifully small, nearly exhausted. When the Bronze Immortal Hall appeared, she had already guessed his motive. Then, as she watched him walk away, she instantly understood—Ye Fan was preparing to escape.
Ye Fan did not pause for a moment. His golden Sea of Bitterness boiled over, lightning intertwined, and he mobilized all his power. Treading a mysterious footwork, he quickly distanced himself from the Grand Mystery Sect.
As for the Old Madman, he had no worries. Someone that powerful, even in slumber, would be hard for outsiders to harm.
Several days later, Ye Fan was already beyond a dozen countries, tens of thousands of li away. Only then did he stop.
Flying directly to the Northern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland would take several years. During that time, he couldn’t cultivate, wasting precious years—something Ye Fan couldn’t bear.
“Isn’t there any other way?” He sighed. The Eastern Wasteland was simply too vast. This region was merely a corner of the Southern Domain. Stretching from north to south, the distance was unimaginable.
Only when Ye Fan stopped did he realize just how massive a storm he had stirred up. He had truly poked a hole in the sky!
In just these few days, the news of the Bronze Immortal Hall’s emergence had spread through Domain Gates to all the major powers of the Eastern Wasteland. Many great figures had been roused.
Over the past few days, the winds of change had gathered, shaking all directions. Not only had human clan experts rushed over, but even renowned elders of the demon clan had arrived.
Among them were many great figures who had not appeared for years, having been in seclusion all this time.
However, the most shocking news came today.
Rumors said that the human clan Great Power—Nangong Zheng—who was believed to have passed away five hundred years ago, had reappeared in the world and arrived at the Grand Mystery Sect.
There were even reports that the demon clan Great Power—Peacock King—who had swept through the Southern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland eight hundred years ago, had once again emerged and appeared within the borders of the Wei Kingdom.
Whether true or false, these rumors left everyone’s hearts shaken.
Becoming an immortal—the ultimate dream of countless experts, the highest goal they pursued their entire lives. Yet, since ancient times, how many had actually taken that step?
Ancient texts mentioned a few who were suspected of becoming immortals, but there was no solid evidence, leaving countless brilliant talents feeling that the path ahead was bleak.
Over the long years, as seas changed and fields turned to mulberry groves, one prodigy after another turned to yellow earth. The word “immortal” felt increasingly distant.
Like the winter wind, or a night without stars or moon, it brought a sense of icy cold and darkness, with no hope in sight.
In the long ancient history of the Eastern Wasteland, there had been some dazzling figures—those with heaven-reaching talent and earth-spanning ability, who dominated an era of history. Yet, in the end, they too turned to dry bones.
In the distant past, several heavenly prodigies could almost pluck stars and seize the moon, possessing the power to pierce the heavens and overturn the earth. But even they could not escape the calamity of death.
As powerful as the Demon Emperor from ten thousand years ago—who dared to rival the blue sky, looked down upon the world, and was unrivaled in his supremacy—wherever his blade pointed, none dared defy him.
The Eastern Wasteland was vast beyond measure, with countless demon tribes. Yet that Great Emperor unified them all, seeking to establish a Demon Clan Heavenly Court and achieve an unparalleled legacy.
However, under the crushing weight of time, his grand aspirations ultimately turned to nothing, dissolving into a wisp of a ghostly soul, finally returning dust to dust and earth to earth.
Since ancient times, there had always been legends in the Eastern Wasteland that the Bronze Immortal Hall held the key to becoming an immortal.
For great figures who had reached the pinnacle, this was naturally a fatal temptation. It was no wonder that beings like Nangong Zheng and Peacock King had reappeared in the world.
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