Chapter 75: The Ghost Gate Opens

  Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

  In the midst of his meditation, Ding Yan clearly felt that his realm had become even more solid. After absorbing the spiritual energy from wandering in the city of false death, his cultivation actually showed a hint of breakthrough. If he could continue to meditate here for another month, Ding Yan dared to guarantee that his cultivation would definitely break through to the middle stage, and was not far from the later stage.

  In just two days, there is such an effect, which shows the efficacy of Qiankun Dao Jing.

  Compared with this, Huang Quan Lao Xian's cultivation of the Huang Quan Treasure had become less important to Ding Yan.

  A part of the cultivation method that can only reach the Eight Tribulations Scattered Immortal, compared to the Qian Kun Treasure Classic, the gap is really too big.

  Someone else is coming...

  The fog is surging.

  In these few days, there have been quite a number of people arriving here, but they are all just Qi-refining Cultivators, not a single Loose Immortal among them.

  But this time the movement was much greater than before, the gray mist layer seemed to be boiling, twisted and turned, an old Taoist with a tattered robe rolled out from it. The crowd was shocked, but before they could speak, a terrifying roar came from the gray mist layer behind, a terrifying aura that could be clearly felt even through the mist.

  Many monks trembled and retreated in a hurry.

  However, the gray fog layer has an unexpected function that everyone did not expect. After the terrifying voice roared for a while, it finally reluctantly went away...

  "Haha...... I've finally escaped!" The tattered old Taoist sat on the ground, laughing wildly towards the sky.

  Everyone was stunned for a moment.

  Isn't this person a madman?

  The old man laughed for a long time before stopping, and when he came back to his senses, he found many people staring at him blankly. His old face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll twist your heads off!"

  As they spoke, the old Dao's body involuntarily burst out with a terrifying aura, and faintly visible was that flash of lightning hidden deep within his soul.

  "Immortal!"

  Many Qi-refining cultivators hastily revealed respectful expressions.

  "It's Lei Jie San Xian!" Yun Mo San Ren's face turned gloomy.

  It's already troublesome with just the old lady Wú Miè and Jīn Jiǔ Liú, now there's another Léi Jié Sǎn Xiān, it's really not good news for those who want to compete for the Huáng Quán Bǎo Diǎn.

  Sitting in the symbol array, Ding Yan looked at the tattered old Taoist priest, his eyes narrowing.

  Another Thunderbolt Scatter Immortal has arrived. Including Wú Miè Lǎo Tàizǐ and Jīn Jiǔ Liú, three Thunderbolt Scatter Immortals have come now.

  In the Eastern Realm, a Loose Immortal who has survived one Tribulation of the Loose Immortal is rarely seen, because these people have already set foot on the path to becoming a powerful Loose Immortal. Each and every one of them is basically preparing for their next Tribulation of the Loose Immortal. Only those old monsters with cultivation close to that of demons will casually move about outside, as they are no longer affected by the pressure brought by the Tribulations.

  Of course, there is another kind of person who will also appear in the outside world. This type of person is basically mediocre and has no grasp on the next heavenly tribulation, just like Ding Yan from his previous life, who had no grasp on the heavenly tribulation at all. They would place their hopes in ancient relics, hoping to find an opportunity to survive the scattered immortal tribulation within them.

  "Wuyuan old ghost, how did you end up like this?" Wu Mie old lady got up and walked towards the tattered old Taoist.

  Madman of Qiwu, is actually Wuyuan Sanren.

  Wu Yuan San Ren heard the voice and scolded, "How would I know! Originally caught a little guy who knew Taoist magic, was about to bring him over, didn't expect some hidden array master suddenly took action, a bunch of talismans came crashing down, summoned a seductive skull, almost got this old life of mine, if not for this fine golden Taoist robe, Lao Dao would have fallen into the hands of those monsters."

  Looking at his own tattered and worn-out Taoist robe, Wu Yuan San Ren couldn't help but reveal a painful expression.

  "Is he a master of hidden arrays?" The old lady's words were accompanied by an involuntary glance at Ding Yan, who was hiding in the symbol array.

  "It can't be this little guy." As if knowing what the old lady was thinking, Wuyuan Sanren waved his hand and said, "In the talismans thrown out by that existence, I don't know how many high-ranking ones there are. Moreover, from those talismans, I can clearly feel the breath of time. Most importantly, that person can still sense my existence. Every time he throws out a talisman, it just happens to appear above my head... Damn it, if not for those talismans, how could my Jīn Dào páo be destroyed so easily?"

  Jing Jin Dao Pao is a top-grade defensive artifact that Wu Yuan San Ren obtained many years ago, and after many years of tempering, it was originally intended to be used to deal with the next heavenly tribulation, but unexpectedly got reimbursed here.

  Ding Yan heard the sound from among the symbols and looked shocked.

  "It can't be such a coincidence..."

  He used the method of breaking an array with another array when he broke through, extracting a large number of talismans from the spatial array and throwing them into the outside world. This Five-Source Scattered Immortal obviously encountered some high-level talismans by chance.

  "So that's what you mean. There is still a master of formation hiding behind us?" Wu Mie old lady waved her hand and set up a ban to isolate the conversation between the two.

  Wuyuan Sanren nodded affirmatively "Those runes are all manifestations of the means to tear through space, I reckon that person's cultivation is probably higher than ours."

  "Are you saying... a master of the Second Calamity of the Scattered Immortals?!" Wu Mie's cloudy old eyes revealed a hint of sharpness, and an overwhelming aura burst out from her hunched body. "Why would such a figure secretly attack you?"

  "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with Huang Fu Ming." Wu Yuan San Ren guessed.

  He really couldn't think of any reason why a second-rate immortal master would bother to take action against him.

  "Speaking of which, hasn't that kid named Huangfu Ming come over yet..."

  "No matter who that kid is, this time no matter what, I must get the Huangquan Treasure. You rest for now and recover to your peak state, I estimate there's still half a day left, when the Ghost Gate opens, you and I will join forces, plus Jin Jiuliu, we should be able to rush in." After finishing speaking, Wu Mie took out a green pill and handed it to Wuyuan Sanren.

  "This is Yuanyuan Dan, it can speed up your recovery."

  Wu Yuan San Ren took over the Dan medicine and looked at it for a moment before praising, "Fellow Daoist's alchemy skills have improved once again..."

  "If one can't obtain the method, it's like cutting off their own path. No matter how good their alchemy skills are, they will be in vain." After finishing speaking, Wu Mie Lao Tai waved her hand to remove the restriction and returned to her original position, sitting back down.

  Wuyuan Sanren didn't say much anymore, after taking the elixir, he quickly regulated his breath.

  A faint blue mist gradually appeared around him. These blue mists were all yuanqi, dense and visible to the naked eye, showing the effect of the solid yuan pill.

  Time flies...

  Half a day's time, in the blink of an eye.

  Rumble!!

  A loud rumbling sound suddenly came out, and the monks who were originally sitting in meditation stood up one after another, looking at the city wall. Several scattered immortals, including Xianyun, gathered together, took out their own magic treasures, and looked at the source of the rumble. With their previous experience, they clearly knew that the Ghost Gate was about to reappear.

  On the black city wall, runes flow and turn.

  In the eyes of the crowd, these ancient runes seemed to have transformed into ripples on water, beginning to undulate.

  After a moment, a huge signboard emerged from the black stone and that protruded out. Two large characters on both sides changed from dark to bright, eventually turning into crimson blood letters.

  Ghost Gate!

  The words are like ghosts and demons, with an aura of evil that knows no bounds!