One meter, two meters, three meters …
With every step Martial Immortal Liu Yun took, the warriors present felt their hearts tremble. It was only a few dozen meters, but everyone's hearts were in their throats. The warriors present all knew a little. They knew that there was a small altar at the top of the Five Emperors Mountain. Only by entering the altar could they break the curse of the Forgotten Land, allowing the hundreds of thousands of warriors in the Forgotten Land to escape and return to the Immortal Realm.
Some of the experts present had been in the Forgotten Land for hundreds of thousands of years, while the least had been here for more than a hundred thousand years. For experts of their level, hundreds of thousands of years wasn't too long. Perhaps they could go into seclusion for tens of thousands of years. But in this place, this forgotten place, they couldn't see any hope, and they couldn't smell the familiar scent of the Immortal Realm. They always felt uncomfortable and uneasy. They were like fish trapped in the shallows. If they couldn't return to the sea, they would starve to death!
If it weren't for the three legendary ways to get out, if it weren't for the Five Emperors' powerful suppression, the Forgotten Land would have long been in chaos. There would have been endless killings, and it would have become a Shura hell. All the experts present had either been killed or had gone mad. Without hope, no matter how strong one's mind was, one would become numb and crazy.
As the blood mist on the Fifth Mountain continued to wriggle upwards, everyone's hearts burned with passion again. Their bright eyes didn't seem to see the blood mist wriggling, but a golden path extending forward, extending towards the Immortal Realm!
The blood mist on Liu Yun's body began to slowly drip down. On the blue Fifth Mountain, red blood trickled down. Liu Yun was enveloped by the red blood mist. No one could see his appearance, and no one dared to use their divine senses to probe for fear of affecting him.
Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters!
They were only eight meters away from the golden halo, but at this moment, Liu Yun's body suddenly trembled, and the blood mist around him also trembled. Everyone's hearts sank. They were so close to success. If they tumbled down now, it would be a blow to Liu Yun and the experts present. Once their hopes soared, they had to fall heavily. This feeling was incomparably painful.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
Suddenly, Liu Yun roared three times. Each roar was several times louder than the previous one. A loud roar suddenly resounded in the Five Emperors Mountain, causing everyone to tremble. Even Ye Qinghan was surprised by this earth-shattering roar. With this loud roar, the blood mist on Liu Yun's body suddenly expanded and turned into blood swords that shot in all directions. The entire Five Emperors Mountain started to rain blood on the heads, faces, and bodies of all the martial artists present.
It was just that … everyone acted as if they didn't see it. No one went to admire the strange scene of the blood mist drifting down from the sky, and no one went to wipe the blood mist off their faces. Everyone stared in a daze at the blood-covered figure on the fifth mountain. They stared at the figure speeding up to the peak of the mountain. They stared at the figure that charged into the golden shield of light at the peak of the mountain.
Silence, silence!
The surroundings were deathly silent. Everyone was stunned, and they were at a loss at this moment.
"He climbed up …"
"Haha!"
"Good, someone has finally climbed up. Good!"
"Supreme Divine Emperor, let's pray that Lord Liu Yun can walk into that altar …"
Someone began to murmur, and someone began to laugh. After a while, the Five Emperors Mountain was like a pot of boiling oil. Everyone was cheering. Sincere and joyful smiles filled their faces. At this moment, there was no distinction between tribes. Even the hatred from the past had disappeared at this moment. Everyone was rekindled with hope, and they were truly happy and happy.
"F * ck, he climbed up?"
After Ye Qinghan regained his senses, he followed everyone's gaze and saw Liu Yun's figure dashing into the golden shield of light at the peak of the mountain. An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. He was a little confused and a little confused, but he still felt a sense of joy from the bottom of his heart.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly — —
The space at the foot of the mountain shook, and four figures appeared out of thin air. At the same time, the second Teleportation Formation lit up, and a purple figure appeared in the Teleportation Formation.
"Greetings, Five Emperors!"
Everyone knelt down on one knee. It was no surprise that the Five Emperors would come together for such a big event.
Other than the Rain Emperor, who had a blurry expression, the other four emperors didn't have any change in expression, but the joy in their eyes was very obvious. Especially the Thunder Emperor, his eyes were constantly shining, and no one dared to look at him directly.
"Swish!"
Three figures started sprinting up. They were the Rain Empress, the Wind Emperor, and the Thunder Emperor! The three of them were sprinting at the beginning, especially the Rain Empress, who was as graceful as a swallow. With a light tap on the ground, she floated tens of meters away. The Wind Emperor and the Thunder Emperor started to walk when they were at the Third Mountain. The three of them were very fast. The Five Emperors Mountain, which everyone else was afraid of, was easily climbed by the three of them, as though they were walking on flat ground. Finally, the three of them disappeared into the golden shield.
"Martial artists of all tribes, listen up. Go back and issue the Five Emperors Order, and gather all the martial artists of the five tribes at the Five Emperors Mountain!"
The Cloud Emperor's white hair fluttered even though there was no wind. He looked at the Beast Emperor, looked at everyone in front of him, and spoke. When the martial artists heard the order, they didn't have any objections. A few people from each tribe ran out and returned to their own tribes.
"Lord Qi Li, why did you gather all the martial artists at the Five Emperors Mountain?" Ye Qinghan looked at Qi Li with a puzzled expression, and then looked at the empty space at the foot of the mountain. It was such a small space, and it couldn't fit so many people, right?
Qi Li didn't explain much. He looked at Gucci and said, "You will know later! Go down, Brother Ye! "
It didn't take long for the Cloud Emperor to dispel Ye Qinghan's doubts. He raised his right hand up high, and streams of white airflow emerged from his hand. These airflows didn't seem to have much power. These airflows didn't look very powerful, but they kept coming out of his palm and eventually shot into the shield outside the Five Emperors Mountain.
"Break!"
The shield of the Five Emperors Mountain shook, and in a moment, it was completely broken. The black ground and the dusky sky of the Forgotten Land were exposed.
Swish!
An hour later, groups of martial artists started to run from afar. These martial artists were all wearing green battle armors, and they were surging with Divine Power. They were extremely fast. Then, figures of martial artists started to appear in other areas. In less than an hour, the entire Five Emperors Mountain was surrounded by the martial artists of the five tribes.
"Yao Rao! Come here! "
Ye Qinghan saw that Ye Yaorao had also come out of seclusion and was standing together with Wu Shan. He hurriedly transmitted a message to her, asking her to stand beside him. As for the experts present, they merely glanced at Ye Qinghan and did not say anything.
The Cloud Emperor looked around, and after confirming that all the martial artists from the various tribes were present, he raised his hand and spoke plainly. His voice wasn't loud, but it was heard by all the martial artists.
"According to the rules of the Forgotten Land, if anyone climbs up the Five Emperors Mountain, all the martial artists in the Forgotten Land will make a Divine Emperor Blood Oath together. If Liu Yun can walk into the sacrificial altar and break the curse, he will lead everyone out of the Forgotten Land and back to the Celestial Realm. Martial artists below the God Emperor level will obey Liu Yun for a million years, and those above the God Emperor level will obey him for five hundred thousand years! Anyone who disagrees … will die! "
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