Bagushidu held Wang Chong in the back as the two of them brushed past Ishinishidu's corpse. This time, Bagushidu didn't even glance at it. Only Wang Chong subconsciously turned his head.
Ishinishidu's back was domineering and disdainful. Even after more than two hundred years, his clothes in tatters, that tyrannical aura of a man who fought against the heavens had never changed.
But when Wang Chong turned to face him, everything changed.
Ishinishidu's eyes had turned into black skulls, and as he stared up into the sky, he seemed to be preparing to throw the three Earthblood Cauldrons to the ground at the last moment.
But when Wang Chong passed him, he saw a frightening sight …
Ishinishidu's chest had been completely cut open by a sharp blade, his ribs completely pulverized. It was a gruesome sight to behold. Anyone who had suffered such a grievous injury, let alone Ishinishidu, would surely die. It was no wonder that he had chosen to seal all his energy and memories into the three blood cauldrons.
But a few moments later, Wang Chong was pulled by a powerful force to follow Bagushidu.
"Bagushidu, I've heard the story of your Earth Sect. Why did you capture me? If you want to kill me, then do it. Don't play any more tricks. Even if I fall into your hands, I won't be able to escape! "
Wang Chong was forced to follow Bagushidu, but he still had a strange feeling.
Based on what he had said, the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, Ozmish included, viewed him as a thorn in their side. If Bagushidu wanted to kill him, he could have done so directly. There was no need for him to play so many tricks, no need for him to say so many things.
"Heh, you'll soon find out what I want you to do."
Bagushidu grinned, an unfathomable expression on his face. Without another word, he led Wang Chong to the end of the stone bridge.
The entire core of the treasury was silent. With the second generation successor standing guard outside, no other martial artists could break in for the time being.
Wang Chong and Bagushidu walked side by side, their footsteps echoing across the stone bridge.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter." From afar, the sound of chains shaking and swaying could be heard. The sound of the chains was particularly strange, and it instantly attracted Wang Chong's attention.
"We're here!"
At this moment, Bagushidu spoke. The stone bridge was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see his master and the Chief Of Wushang. Bagushidu's face was also faintly discernible in the mist, giving him an air of mystery.
The cold winds caused Bagushidu's black robe to flap in the wind, but Bagushidu continued to stare forward in fascination.
"King of Foreign Lands, I'm afraid that our fate ends here!"
There was something special about Bagushidu's expression.
"So, in the end, you chose to take action here?"
Wang Chong sneered, not a shred of fear in his eyes. His gaze quickly swept across the surroundings. The green stone bridge had already come to an end here. At the end of the stone bridge, Wang Chong saw two chains as thick as a child's arm, extending into the mist.
The clattering sound that Wang Chong heard previously came from the vibrations of these chains.
No one knew where these chains led, and everything here was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Wang Chong faced the cold wind as he stood at the top of the stone bridge. Even now, he still didn't understand why Bagushidu hadn't killed him, nor did he understand what Bagushidu wanted to do. Perhaps he wanted something from him.
"Do you see over there?"
While Wang Chong was at his most confused, a familiar voice rang out in his ear. Bagushidu's robes flapped in the wind as he extended a finger and pointed forward.
"Back then, the patriarch of our Earth Sect, Ishinishidu, was just a little bit away from obtaining the Origin Immortal Art and everything here. Alas, he ran into that sword in the end. That sword was so powerful that even Ishinishidu, who had already broken into the Dark Radiant Heaven, was no match for it. In the end, he was heavily injured by that divine sword and lost his life.
"Rather than saying that Ishinishidu lost to the Origin Immortal Lord's successor, it would be better to say that he lost to that divine sword."
Wang Chong did his best to look ahead, but the vibrating chains and the thick mist made it impossible for Wang Chong to see anything.
A moment later, Wang Chong tried to send out his enormous Psychic Energy, but he quickly sensed a powerful Psychic Seal. This Psychic Seal was dozens of times larger than the one Wang Chong had sensed in the cave. Wang Chong had barely sent out his Psychic Energy when it was shattered by this energy.
"Mm?"
Wang Chong frowned, a very strange feeling in his heart. The Psychic Seal in this area had the same effect of disrupting Psychic Energy as the one he had encountered in the cave, but its structure and form were completely different from the Psychic Seal Wang Chong had encountered before. This energy was like fish scales, randomly distributed in the air. It was a completely different form of Psychic Seal.
Not only that, although Wang Chong felt that this Psychic Seal was extremely powerful, Wang Chong hadn't sensed it when he first entered the core. In other words, this Psychic Seal had a range, and it wasn't very large.
Whoosh!
But at this moment, a majestic bolt of Stellar Energy howled out of Wang Chong's side, plunging into the thick mist like a bolt of lightning. Flapflap! A fierce gale stirred up by a mere wave of Bagushidu's sleeve was enough to scatter the mist in front of him.
A moment later, in the depths of the fog, Wang Chong suddenly saw a tall figure, indistinct and lofty like a mountain.
This person stood on one foot, and when Wang Chong looked over, he saw that this person was also looking at Wang Chong and Bagushidu.
Not even Wang Chong was prepared for this, and he was given a fright. But Wang Chong quickly realized something …
"First generation!"
Wang Chong's heart thumped as he called out. When Bagushidu's sleeve emerged, when the mist was at its thinnest, Wang Chong could see the golden Origin Immortal insignia on his chest. Although this person was standing there motionless, and Wang Chong couldn't sense any living energy from him, this person gave off the same feeling as the other generations of walking corpses.
These walking corpses were not ordinary corpses. They had special seals in their bodies that could not be changed.
Wang Chong had encountered the sixth-generation successor, the fifth-generation successor, and even the third-generation and second-generation successors. But in the entire core region, he had not seen any of the Origin Immortal Lord's first-generation disciples.
Wang Chong had almost believed that the Origin Immortal Lord's first-generation disciple wasn't even here, but he had never imagined that this first-generation walking corpse would appear before him in this manner.
The Origin Immortal Lord's second-generation disciple had already reached the Subtle realm, and when paired with the Origin Immortal Art, which was the strongest fighting force in the world, his fighting ability was unparalleled.
The second-generation disciple was so powerful that not even Wang Chong and the Evil Emperor, who had captured the third-generation disciple, wanted to make an enemy out of him. And the first-generation was even stronger than the second-generation, so one could easily imagine how terrifying his strength was.
"The King of Foreign Lands is truly intelligent. That person truly is the Origin Immortal Lord's first-generation disciple. As the Origin Immortal Lord's first-generation disciple, the trial he guards is not in the underground palace, but here. But what I need you to do is not to defeat the first-generation disciple. Do you see that sword in front of him? I want you to take that sword for me! "
At this moment, Bagushidu's familiar voice rang out in Wang Chong's ear.
Wang Chong looked carefully, and sure enough, Wang Chong saw a sword around four feet long in front of the first-generation disciple. Nearly half of the sword was thrust into the ground. But at this moment, Wang Chong finally saw what was at the end of the chain.
"An altar?!"
Wang Chong's body trembled as he recognized what it was.
It was a massive altar floating in the air, constructed from gray stone. Whether it was the towering first-generation disciple or the divine sword that Bagushidu spoke of, they were both standing in front of this altar.
Wang Chong estimated that this massive altar weighed more than ten tons, and its surface was covered in mysterious green inscriptions that exuded an extremely ancient aura.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Chong would have found it very difficult to believe that such a heavy object could float in the air, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding Stellar Winds.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the dense fog surged in again, like a curtain slowly being drawn, and the huge altar, the first generation of zombies, and the four-foot-long sword at the front were once again hidden in the fog.
It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Both Wang Chong and Bagushidu stood there for a long time, saying nothing.
"Lord State Preceptor's martial arts are unparalleled. With your Art of Dark Heaven, it should be easy for you to capture a sword."
Wang Chong suddenly broke the silence, his voice tinged with derision.
"Haha, if only this matter were that simple, this king would not have troubled the King of Foreign Lands."
Bagushidu grinned, paying no heed to Wang Chong's derision. His martial arts, temperament, and bearing had long ago reached a level of steel. How could he be shaken by a few words from Wang Chong?
Moreover, Wang Chong's life was in his hands. No matter how angry he was, Bagushidu wouldn't be surprised.
Bang!
Bagushidu didn't wait for Wang Chong's question. He stepped forward, sending a thick stream of Stellar Energy through the chains. Whoosh! The chains shuddered under Bagushidu's feet, but at the same time, a metallic clanging resounded in his ears.
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