In the extreme south of the Lingwu Continent.
Beyond that was a vast universe. Not even Hierarch Realm experts dared to step into it. It was equivalent to jumping from one continent to another. There was a terrifying cosmic storm that could tear even Hierarch Realm experts into pieces if they were to come in contact with it.
Once upon a time, there was an expert with nine souls who was tired of the life in the continent and wanted to leave the Lingwu Continent. However, the moment he flew out of the Lingwu Continent, he was torn into pieces by the cosmic storm. If it wasn't for the fact that his soul escaped in time and reforged his body, he would have died immediately.
From then on, no one dared to fly out of the Lingwu Continent.
This was the edge of the continent. There was a passage glowing with a faint light. It was as if it had broken through the shackles of space and appeared there.
At that moment, more than a dozen people were gathered there. Apart from Ye Mo, all the representatives of the ten geniuses had arrived.
Patriarch Subhuti was there to give the ten people a final warning. On both sides of the passage stood two old men. They were the sealing artists who had set up the Transportation Magical Formation.
Gulp!
Everyone's gazes were burning with passion as they stared at the glowing passageway. Their hearts started palpitating. Once they entered the passageway, they would be entering the Death Martial World. Furthermore, they wouldn't be able to come out. They would only be able to leave the Death Martial World after the power of the array had completely disappeared.
Towards an unknown place that was filled with countless fortuitous encounters and dangers, all of them started to feel their blood boil.
"Why isn't Ye Mo here yet?"
By then, all nine of them had arrived. It was almost noon, but Ye Mo still hadn't appeared. Patriarch Subhuti couldn't help but frown. Although he had only interacted with Ye Mo a few times, with his personality, he shouldn't be late.
"I think he's afraid of death and doesn't dare to come!"
Jiu Modao crossed his arms in front of his chest, his face full of disdain. "That's right. A genius like him should stay in a greenhouse. Let us do something as dangerous as going to the Dead Martial Realm."
"Brother is right," Jiu Modao said with a disdainful expression. "This is a dangerous trip. Although the chance of survival isn't high, it'll be worth it if we can kill a few geniuses of the Dead Martial Realm. If we survive, our cultivation levels will skyrocket."
Tian Xing Xiong said.
"Ye Mo probably wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."
Feng Chu frowned and said indifferently.
Mu Xianqing looked into the distance as well. Had he really been moved by her words? Stay in the Lingwu Continent? Mu Wanqing started to feel disappointed in Ye Mo. But when she thought about it, if Ye Mo really came, it wouldn't be what she wanted.
"You guys don't have to wait anymore. Ye Mo won't be coming."
Xiao Yue stepped forward and said calmly.
"Why?"
Patriarch Subhuti asked.
"Patriarch Subhuti, you should know more about his talent and potential than we do. Rumor has it that he successfully passed your test and became your disciple. No one knows how dangerous it is to enter the Martial Realm of the Dead, and no one knows what's inside. Ye Mo is the hope of the Lingwu Continent. Even if he doesn't have the fortuitous encounters in the Martial Realm of the Dead, he can still become the strongest fighter. That's why I locked him up. As for you calling him a coward or a coward, I don't care."
Xiao Yue said calmly.
Hearing this, everyone looked at Xiao Yue in shock. It turned out that Ye Mo's absence was caused by this veiled woman.
"You can't bear for him to die, can you?"
Yang Suxin said with a faint smile. "Perhaps those who truly value Ye Mo don't want him to come. In less than 10 years, he'll definitely become someone like Senior Mu Longwu."
"Hmph, cut the crap," Jiu Modao said impatiently. "If Ye Mo doesn't come, then so be it. It doesn't matter if he's here or not. Let's activate the formation and head to the Martial Dead Realm," Jiu Modao said impatiently.
He had been injured by Ye Mo, so it was only natural that he hated Ye Mo. Even if Ye Mo didn't come, it wouldn't matter to him. He had already opened the Space-Time Door three times, and the Clan Leader had given him a lot of trump cards. For this trip to the Martial Death Realm, he had a lot of confidence.
"No," Patriarch Subhuti said, shaking his head. "If Ye Mo doesn't go, he'll definitely lose."
Patriarch Subhuti shook his head and said.
Ye Mo was the only one who had mastered two types of Dead Spirit Formations and had passed all three tests. He had passed the last two tests in one go. If he were to face an opponent who could use the Dead Spirit Formation, Ye Mo would have a high chance of defeating them.
"Patriarch, what do you mean by that?"
Tian Xing Xiong was unhappy as well. Although Ye Mo was very strong, Patriarch Subhuti's words made him slightly angry. He said, "I admit that Ye Mo's strength is indeed very strong, but it's not to the point of being terrifyingly strong. If his battle prowess had reached the level of a half-supreme, we would naturally have nothing to say."
"Patriarch, could it be that Ye Mo is your disciple, and that's why you're speaking so highly of him?"
Jiu Modao said coldly, "The formation can only last for two hours. Even with your speed, you won't be able to bring Ye Mo back in time. Are we not going to go without Ye Mo?"
"Hmph!"
Patriarch Subhuti snorted coldly, unleashing a powerful aura that forced Jiu Modao to take a few steps back. He said, "Let's wait for another hour. If Ye Mo still hasn't arrived in an hour, we'll depart!"
Time passed bit by bit. Everyone was waiting anxiously. Xiao Yue was also feeling a little uneasy. She wanted to enter the Undead Martial Realm immediately. Only when the Teleportation Portal was completely closed would she feel at ease.
One hour of waiting had thoroughly worn out everyone's patience. Jiu Mo Dao couldn't help but say: "One hour has passed. Ancestor, can we activate the formation now?"
"What's the hurry? If I go there, I'll have a slim chance of survival. I want to see more of the Lingwu Continent. "
Feng Chu said.
"Hmph!"
Jiu Mo Dao snorted coldly. He turned around and saw a silhouette appear in the distance. As the silhouette grew larger, Jiu Mo Dao could clearly see that it was Ye Mo. He was rushing over.
"Ye Mo is here!"
Jiu Mo Dao suddenly shouted. Everyone looked over and saw Ye Mo descending from the sky. His face was pale, and it was obvious that he was exhausted.
"Luckily, I made it in time!"
Ye Mo panted heavily. It had taken him a lot of effort to convince the two ladies to let him go. He had rushed over without stopping. Because his strength hadn't recovered, and he was afraid that he wouldn't make it in time, he could only recover his strength while rushing.
"I told you, this guy won't give up this chance."
Feng Chu smiled.
Xiao Yue looked at Ye Mo, speechless. If he couldn't even stop Ye Mo, it would be pointless for her to stop him. No matter what, no matter how dangerous this trip was, the two of them were together.
"Since we're all here, I'll tell you about the Undead Martial Realm," Patriarch Subhuti said. "But this information is only from tens of thousands of years ago. You guys know a bit, and it will be of some help to you."
Patriarch Subhuti cleared his throat. The ten of them nodded with serious expressions. They had to be fully prepared for this trip to the Undead Martial Realm. Information was the most important thing.
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