An ancestor was the same as a real immortal. He was a true cultivator and a truly undefeatable being.
With Ling Xian's current capabilities, he wouldn't even be able to move a strand of hair, let alone kill a divine ancestor.
This was under the circumstance that the ancestor was sealed and he was using everything he had.
What could he do? The gap between them was far too large. If the ancestor broke out of the seal, he wouldn't even be able to make a move.
Therefore, Ling Xian walked briskly and without hesitation.
The elder did the same.
The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder. After about half an hour, a palace appeared before them.
The palace was neither grand nor luxurious. It gave off a contradictory vibe. It was as if good and evil coexisted, warm and cold.
This made Ling Xian squint his eyes and check it out.
Then, his expression changed.
Because this was another grand formation.
Even though Ling Xian didn't know the name of this array or its abilities, he was certain of one thing. This array surpassed the Thousand Mile Cemetery!
"Could it be that another ancestor is being suppressed?" Ling Xian's expression was serious.
"You are overthinking it. Based on what I see, this is the core of the Alchemist's tomb."
The elder's eyes were heated, "Didn't you notice that the medicinal aroma is getting thicker?"
"I did."
Ling Xian nodded softly. The medicinal aroma here was extremely dense, as if it was right before his eyes.
In other words, the medicinal Dans were inside the palace.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The elder chuckled, "The Alchemist's inheritance is most likely inside."
Having said that, he took a step forward and entered the main hall.
Ling Xian did the same.
The instant he stepped into the palace, a teleportation formation appeared and teleported him to a boundless starry sky.
This was not a real starry sky. It was just an illusory scene constructed by a great amount of magical power. It was just a facade.
Therefore, Ling Xian didn't panic.
However, when a person materialized in the galaxy, he was a little shaken.
Because this person was wearing armor and was holding onto a spear. Based on these two points, he was no different than the heroic spirit he encountered at the Thousand Mile Cemetery.
"A test …"
Ling Xian frowned slightly. As he pondered, the heroic spirit had arrived.
The spear sliced through the galaxy, manipulated the power of the stars, and attacked Ling Xian.
Seeing this, Ling Xian was unfazed. His hands moved and the spear deviated by seven inches. Then, he pointed a finger and instantly shattered the heroic spirit.
Although this person's cultivation level was the same as his, he only had five supreme realms. Naturally, he would not be able to withstand a single blow from him.
After Ling Xian crushed this person, another heroic spirit materialized. This one was more solid and more powerful than the one before.
"Six supreme realms …"
Ling Xian's expression froze. Using his finger like a sword, he attacked.
Boom!
Stars exploded and the heavens trembled. The Sky Severing Divine Finger was tyrannical and powerful, instantly erasing this person.
In the next instant, another figure materialized. This one had seven supreme levels.
"If I suppress this person, will the eight supreme states appear?"
Ling Xian frowned. However, the current situation did not allow him to think too much.
The heroic spirit's spear hacked over, tearing apart the endless blue skies, terrifying to the extreme.
Even Ling Xian had to be careful.
At that moment, he pointed a finger at the spear.
Dang!
It was as if unmatched Immortal Gold collided, the shockwaves shattering the void, exploding stars.
Ling Xian stumbled back seven steps. His index finger was dripping blood and he was trembling.
The heroic spirit didn't bleed and his spear didn't change. However, his body became more illusionary.
In the next second, his spear swept across. Two phoenixes flapped their wings and flew out. Flames spread for thousands of miles and burned the galaxy.
However, this wasn't enough to make Ling Xian's expression change.
He was calm. His 10 fingers plucked on the Zither of the Crouching Dragon, extinguishing the sea of fire and crushing the phoenixes.
Then, his sword sliced across the sky and lit up the universe.
HOMMM!
The heroic spirit charged out with his spear. Like the God of Warrior, he crushed the Sword of Extinction.
"No wonder he was a member of the Undefeatable Army. To be so brave even after death, he must've been a great general when he was alive."
Ling Xian complimented. His fingers continued to pluck the strings and the Zither of the Crouching Dragon reappeared, forcing the heroic spirit to step back.
At the same time, the Cauldron of Mountain and River fell down like the sky. Even though the heroic spirit was holding onto his spear, his spine was bent.
At this, Ling Xian didn't follow up with another attack. Instead, he dispersed the Cauldron of Mountain and River.
Heroes can die, but they cannot be humiliated!
This was his respect, his respect!
Sadly, the heroic spirit had no consciousness and only knew how to act based on instinct.
Therefore, he held onto his spear and tore through the sky, aiming right between Ling Xian's brows.
"If you had a mind of your own, you would definitely be on par with me."
"Sadly, you are dead. Even if you have an indestructible soul, you are no opponent of mine."
Ling Xian's expression was calm. His left hand was holding onto the Sky Severing Finger and his right was holding onto the Disorder Conquering Fists. His undefeatable demeanor lit up the galaxy.
HOMMM, HOMMM, HOMMM!
The Heavenly Finger shocked the sky and the Emperor's Fists shocked the earth. The two complemented each other and the heroic spirit had no more strength to defend.
At this, Ling Xian didn't relax. Instead, he became more serious.
Because based on the pattern, the heroic spirit that was about to appear next should be of the eight undefeatable realm.
Even if he wore the golden armor, he would find it hard to defend against such a powerhouse.
"This is probably a test. Or else I would've just sent out the eighth leveled heroic spirit. There's no need to come one by one."
"All tests do not exceed the cultivator's limit. Or else it would be meaningless."
"Therefore, there might not be any heroic spirits with eight undefeatable realms."
Ling Xian squinted his eyes as he waited.
Reality proved that his guess was correct.
What he waited for wasn't a heroic spirit with eight undefeatable realms. Instead, it was a statement. A statement full of praise.
"You are very good. Not because of your extraordinary talent, but because you respect heroes."
Hearing this, Ling Xian's pupils constricted and his body stiffened.
From the moment he entered until now, he had not noticed anyone at all. The sudden words that popped out naturally caused his countenance to change.
But in the next second, he regained his calmness, "Who are you?"
"The leader of this place." The gentle voice arose.
"You … you are the Ancestor of Alchemy?" Ling Xian's pupils constricted and his heart shuddered.
"You can call me that."
The gentle voice rose, "It is rare to see a junior that I like. Come in and have a chat."
At those words, the scene before Ling Xian changed. It was no longer the endless galaxy, but a sea of corpses and blood.
Everywhere he could see, it was all red. Like hell, it made him shudder.
Above the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, an elder in white was like the moon in the sky. He had a kind expression and looked like an immortal.
Though he was in hell, he was like the undying Sun that chased away the coldness and warmed the earth.
His gaze was deep and profound. It was full of wisdom and vicissitudes.
"You … you are the Ancestor of Alchemy?"
Ling Xian hesitated. Based on his temperament, this person truly was a real immortal. His extraordinary temperament cannot be faked.
But he found it hard to believe that the Ancestor of Alchemy would appear here.
"Do I not look like one?"
The Ancestor of Alchemy smiled warmly, "Could it be that in your eyes, I am full of demonic energy and cold as ice?"
"Based on your temperament, you truly are an immortal."
Ling Xian shook his head, "But to me, you are no different from a demon."
"Oh?"
The Ancestor of Alchemy was interested and smiled, "Is it because of the Tomb of One Death?"
"That's right."
"To sacrifice for one's own selfish desires, how is that different from a demon?"
Ling Xian's gaze was as sharp as a sword.
"What a sharp gaze. How many years has it been since someone dared to look at me like that." The Ancestor of Alchemy exclaimed.
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