Chapter 458: Entering the Immortal Mountain
The azure-gold circular disk was a hundred zhang in diameter, incredibly massive, yet its speed was extremely fast, its flight nimble and smooth, and it could traverse through space.
The several Saint Lords restrained each other, constantly making moves, finally allowing it to seize an opportunity—it shot through in a single charge and vanished into the Immortal Mountain.
Many people cried out in alarm. Such a divine object was very likely a treasure of an ancient sage. If it entered one of the Seven Forbidden Zones of Life, it would never be recovered, because no one dared to go in.
"Boom," "Boom"...
The several Saint Lords each extended their great hands to grab into the Immortal Mountain. They had only been preoccupied with fighting among themselves moments ago, letting the divine object that was within reach slip away. Now, regret was too late.
The azure-gold circular disk was too fast to capture at all; it plunged directly into the depths of the black mountain range in an instant.
The several Saint Lords did not dare to go deep. They only reached in a few hundred meters before helplessly withdrawing their great hands. They did not want to risk their lives; there were too many terrifying legends about this place.
Suddenly, the azure-gold circular disk shook violently, as if restrained by a mysterious force. The black mountains loomed hazily, generating a strange power that twisted space.
"Boom"
The azure-gold circular disk seemed bound, unable to fly steadily. With a thunderous crash, it slammed into the mountain peaks, sending up a cloud of dust as it fell deep within the Immortal Mountain range.
"What a pity! To miss it like this!"
The several Saint Lords were extremely unwilling, but there was nothing they could do. Even if an ancient sage were reborn, they would not dare to enter the Immortal Mountain lightly.
Many people had followed here and witnessed this scene with immense regret. They hadn't even figured out what kind of divine object the azure-gold circular disk was before it vanished from sight.
At this moment, the blazing sun hung high in the sky. The Immortal Mountain was full of life, lush and verdant, with black soil and black cliffs that looked ancient and mysterious.
"A divine object from beyond the heavens—what origin does it have?"
"Is there really no way to retrieve it? What terrible things are inside the Immortal Mountain?"
"Unless an ancient Great Emperor is reborn, no one dares to provoke this forbidden zone of life. Let's retreat."
People discussed among themselves. In this terrifying forbidden zone of life, no one could feel at ease; everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible.
The several Saint Lords said nothing more. Their figures flickered and disappeared one after another. Many who saw this dared not linger any longer.
However, many still stayed. Seeing the Immortal Mountain for the first time, they were full of curiosity and carefully observed it. Some bold individuals even walked forward, digging up black rocks at the edge of the forbidden zone, preparing to take them away.
"Whoosh"
A flash of light, and a tall figure appeared on a nearby mountain peak. A head of golden hair was especially striking. In his hand, he held a black Great Desolate Halberd. His gaze was sharp and predatory, wild and unruly.
"Golden Wing Little Peng King!" Tu Fei said quietly.
"Why don't we just kill him here? He's always looking for trouble with Ye Fan anyway. Instead of waiting, we might as well strike first." Li Heishui muttered.
"Forget it. If we kill him, Old Peng King, who has little life left, will go mad. As long as he doesn't provoke us now, let's ignore him for the time being." Ye Fan shook his head.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's eyes were like blades. He naturally saw Ye Fan, gripping his Great Desolate Halberd with murderous intent, as if he wanted to fly over and fight. But seeing so many people around Ye Fan, he finally snorted coldly.
"Little bird, don't be so cocky. Next time, watch out—we might roast you!" Black Emperor taunted.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King's body shot out tens of thousands of golden sword beams. The eighty thousand swords were dazzling, making him look like a golden sun.
"That dog, I won't stoop to your level!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's voice was cold, his gaze like swords, wild and fierce, fixed on Ye Fan. "You're about to die soon. I wonder if you can still fight. I really want to break your bones myself. If you turn out to be a short-lived ghost, I'll be very disappointed!"
"Birdman, you're really flying too high. Didn't you learn your lesson after getting beaten last time?" Black Emperor exposed his weakness.
"Last time, I held back. This time, I, the Heavenly Roc, have transformed again. So what if you're a Sacred Body? I will slaughter you and pave my path to becoming a Great Emperor!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was as arrogant as ever, exuding a demonic aura.
Their exchange immediately drew the attention of many. Now, everyone wanted to avoid provoking the Doomsday Sacred Body. With so little life left, he would do anything. No one expected Golden Wing Little Peng King to dare provoke him.
"So he's entered the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. No wonder he's so arrogant." Tu Fei was surprised. Golden Wing Little Peng King had finally broken through, shattering his shackles.
Someone like him had always been compared to Holy Son Yao Guang, considered one of the strongest among the younger generation. Now that he had stepped into the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, one could imagine how terrifying his combat power would become.
"Fine. If you want to fight me, name the time, and I'll be there!" Ye Fan responded. Entering the Four Extremes Secret Realm required enlightenment and constant battle to find the breakthrough opportunity.
"Whoosh"
A flash of light, and over a dozen figures appeared on a distant mountain peak. It was Feng Huang and some young people. They had also heard the news and rushed here.
Ye Fan had long sensed that entering the Central Region would inevitably bring him into contact with the Wind Clan, but he hadn't expected to meet Feng Huang so soon.
They were also startled to see Ye Fan. Some showed strange expressions, and someone whispered, "He's come here? Is he really thinking of entering the Immortal Mountain to seek a chance to extend his life?"
Another muttered, "Entering the Immortal Mountain is pure suicide. No one comes out alive. He's about to fall; there's no defying fate. He can only wait to die."
"He still owes our Wind Clan three million jin of Source. Looks like he can't repay it. What a waste," some young people complained bitterly.
"What a pity for our Wind Clan's Source. Even thrown into water, it would make a sound, but it was wasted on him."
...
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Three million jin of Source is indeed no small amount, but don't worry—I will repay it."
Those people were startled, not expecting Ye Fan's hearing to be so sharp. From such a distance, he could hear every word without missing a single one.
Feng Huang was graceful like an immortal, standing tall and slender, surrounded by five-colored divine radiance, wearing a phoenix mask. She glanced lightly at Ye Fan and said, "My clan's Saint Lord has already made it clear—you don't need to repay that Source."
"If I don't repay it, I'm afraid I'll be criticized every day. But I am indeed grateful to the Wind Clan's Saint Lord," Ye Fan said.
Feng Huang ignored him, turned to greet Golden Wing Little Peng King, and smiled, "Congratulations, Brother Peng, on your breakthrough."
Golden Wing Little Peng King laughed loudly. "I will fight the Sacred Body. When the time comes, I welcome Princess Feng to come and watch."
"Good!" Feng Huang nodded.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a great roar came, and a mountain peak instantly collapsed. The dragon-horse, as huge as a small hill, appeared again. Its eyes were as large as millstones, gleaming with ferocity as it fixed its gaze on everyone.
Not long ago, it had fought with a Saint Lord without losing the upper hand. Now, it shocked everyone.
"Run!"
The crowd shouted in alarm and fled in all directions. This was a savage beast king, on the same level as Peacock King and others—a peak existence that few could contend with.
It had a dragon's head, a horse's body, and qilin hooves. Its massive frame filled the sky. When it stomped down, a large group of people turned into bloody mist, dying forever.
"Roar..."
In the mountain forest, more strange beasts appeared, surging like a flood, cutting off everyone's escape routes. There were giant birds with scales, enormous ants over ten meters long, lions as big as hills...
"It's over! We can't cross the void here!" someone screamed in terror.
"It's the power of the Immortal Mountain! It seals off the power of space!" Even the dao pattern experts were terrified.
The Immortal Mountain was an extremely special place, forming its own world and affecting the surrounding regions, making it impossible to open a domain gate.
These strange beasts fanned out in a semicircle, closing in. If you didn't want to die, the only option was to flee into the Immortal Mountain; otherwise, there was no retreat.
"Break out!" Ye Fan shouted. These beasts had gone mad, their eyes bloodshot and terrifying, clearly intent on wiping out everyone. He held the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword and charged at the front, trading blows with the beasts to try to escape.
Not a single savage beast could be easily killed. These were descendants of ancient savage beast kings, their bloodline inheritance granting them immense power.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Ye Fan and Pang Bo faced tremendous resistance. Even together, they only killed five beasts and nearly got injured themselves.
"Roar..."
The savage beasts surged like a tide, including Dragon Transformation Secret Realm experts and even higher-level beast kings. They struggled under the immense pressure.
On the other side, Golden Wing Little Peng King and Feng Huang had joined forces, also bearing tremendous pressure as they fought desperately.
In the blink of an eye, most of the cultivators here were wiped out, unable to resist. Only a dozen groups were still struggling.
"Clang"
Ye Fan faced the giant red ant. It was over ten meters long, carved like red agate, sparkling and translucent, but incredibly ferocious, possessing unimaginable strength.
It was only at the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, but its power was not much weaker than Ye Fan's. This was a racial divine art—the inheritance of an ancient savage king, with astonishing divine strength.
"Not good! That beast king has locked onto us!" Pang Bo exclaimed.
The massive dragon-horse was clearly the king of the strange beasts. It hovered in the sky, staring fixedly at them because they had killed the most beasts.
"Damn it! This is a huge problem. Curiosity killed the dog!" Black Emperor muttered. "We never should have chased after that thing to check it out."
"Boom!"
The dragon-horse, like a mountain, tore through the void and dove down. Its massive body was like a cloud, casting a huge shadow on the ground, pressing down on everyone until they could hardly breathe.
As it charged, it also glanced at Golden Wing Little Peng King and Feng Huang. It raised a hoof and stomped down with a boom, shattering that entire area of the sky.
The young people of the Wind Clan suffered heavy casualties. Golden Wing Little Peng King and Feng Huang were extremely fast and dodged swiftly, but they were still caught in the blast. Even the edge of the storm sent them spitting blood as they fell into the beast tide and were overwhelmed.
Ye Fan and the others gasped. This was a beast king—utterly unstoppable. A single simple strike could destroy heaven and earth. Unless a Saint Lord came, no one could oppose it.
"Retreat! Hurry!" Li Heishui shouted.
Even retreating into the Immortal Mountain was better than facing this beast king. Otherwise, there was not even a glimmer of hope for survival.
Ye Fan picked up Little Nannan and retreated like flying. Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Tu Fei, and Big Black Dog also decisively made the same choice, charging toward the Immortal Mountain.
"Boom!"
The dragon-horse was wreathed in divine flames. As it descended, its hoof, many times larger than a house, stomped the ground, shattering it and creating cracks several meters wide.
It chased after them like a tornado. Along the way, any cultivator it encountered was turned into meat paste by a single roar. No one could stop it for even a step.
Ye Fan and the others gritted their teeth and charged straight into the Immortal Mountain. Otherwise, they would surely die, with no way out.
Seeing this, other cultivators also retreated into the Immortal Mountain. The strange beasts cut off their retreat like a flood. There was no way to escape. If they delayed any longer, they would all be annihilated.
"We've entered the Immortal Mountain. This..." Tu Fei's face turned pale.
Li Heishui's face also turned green. This was one of the Seven Forbidden Zones of Life, always with no way out. Entering here was like stepping through the gates of hell.
More people were forced in, screaming in terror. This black mountain range had a mysterious power that made one's heart tremble and hair stand on end.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, many screamed. Strange carvings appeared under their feet. With a flash of light, they vanished, disappearing to who knows where.
"Heavens! What's happening?!" Many were terrified to the bone.
"Roar..."
The dragon-horse advanced, spitting out a terrifying beam of light that swept through everything in its path. Everything it touched turned to dust—plants and black rocks alike were reduced to ashes.
Eighty percent of the people didn't even have time to groan before they were annihilated in body and spirit. Ye Fan and the others had to retreat quickly. Then, a flash of light appeared under Pang Bo's feet. With a cry of alarm, he, along with Ye Fan and the others, vanished from their spot.
When they reappeared, they found themselves deep among the mountains of the Immortal Mountain. Black peaks surrounded them, lush and green, with lakes dotting the landscape.
"Damn it! We've gone deep into the Immortal Mountain. This is a huge problem. Unless a Great Emperor comes to save us, there's really no way out," Black Emperor shouted.
"What do we do?" By now, none of them had any ideas. They had entered the Immortal Mountain—a death sentence.
"Don't move recklessly. The Immortal Mountain is very special. It has ancient battle formations carved by ancient Great Emperors. One wrong step could teleport you into other mysterious and terrifying areas of the Immortal Mountain range."
Black Emperor warned, but as soon as he finished speaking, he accidentally stepped on an ancient pattern. With a flash of light, he and the others vanished again.
When they reappeared, they found themselves on a low black hill. Though not tall, it was incredibly majestic and imposing, with a grand aura.
Here, every black mountain was a king among mountains, an emperor among peaks, inspiring awe and making one want to worship.
"That must be the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree. But how could someone appear there?!" Black Emperor's heart pounded with fear.
"What exactly is inside the Immortal Mountain?" Ye Fan asked.
"The Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree isn't at the very center of the Immortal Mountain. I don't know what's deeper inside, but there must be an Immortal Elixir!" Black Emperor said.