Chapter 78 Inner City

  After a long time, the gray fog layer gradually calmed down. The surviving monks almost all fled far away, fearing that if they walked slowly, they would be killed by that strange skull.

  Ding Yan's body merged with the gray mist, and no one noticed his existence. After about two hours, Ding Yan confirmed that there was no one around him before recalling the symbols on his body. The originally hidden figure gradually emerged from the gray mist, becoming more solid. These second-level symbols were all taken by Ding Yan from the spatial array method, and the things contained in the symbols were not something he could understand now, so unless necessary, Ding Yan would not casually discard these symbols.

  "Are they all gone......" Ding Yan's eyes showed a hint of complexity as he gazed at the fog in front of him.

  In his right hand, a tattered ancient map reappeared once more.

  "The Ancestral Spirit Tree...... Mo's ancestor was indeed cautious." On the tattered map, the originally clear route had undergone some changes when Ding Yan walked out of the gray mist. These changes were also discovered by Ding Yan not long ago. At the bottom of the tattered map, a row of blood-red small characters appeared, clearly written that in order to enter the inner city, one must take out the Ancestral Spirit Tree from under a black stone on the east-southeast direction of the city wall.

  This method of hiding words is not a profound technique, but rather a kind of trickery, and it's usually used by people who create treasure maps.

  "However, no matter what, as long as I can enter the inner city, I can eliminate one of my heart demons." Unlike many cultivators, Ding Yan didn't have a must-get attitude towards Huang Quan Old Immortal's cultivation method. He only entered Wangshi City to eliminate that thread of possible heart demon, in order to pave the way for his future supreme great dao.

  Cultivation is not just a simple matter of increasing one's cultivation level.

  In his past life, Ding Yan was precisely because he didn't pay attention to this point that after reaching the Tribulation period, he sensed the existence of countless heart demons, and in the end, he didn't even dare to charge through the Heavenly Tribulation. Now that he is re-cultivating again, Ding Yan naturally won't repeat the same mistake.

  As long as he eliminated the heart demon, Ding Yan could focus on cultivating and refining the lotus leaf peach, solving the problem of his cultivation method. Then, he would use the elixir to enhance his cultivation.

  After all, Dīng Yán had reached the height of crossing the tribulation in his previous life. To continue to absorb the heavenly and earthly primordial energy for cultivation would be a waste of time for him. Because when cultivators absorb the heavenly and earthly primordial energy to improve their cultivation, what they are mainly tempering is their state of mind. And Dīng Yán's state of mind had long since reached the height of a seven-tribulation scattered immortal, so naturally he didn't need to waste any more time on gradual cultivation.

  It can be said that the current DIng Yan, if there are enough elixirs, he can raise his cultivation to the height of a six-calibre scattered immortal within ten years. Of course, the premise is that there are so many elixirs for him to squander, and his physical body can withstand the endless calamity of the scattered immortals.

  The Dispersion of Immortals' Calamity is a completely different kind of heavenly calamity from the Mortal Apocalypse.

  The mortal shell is shed, merely for the sake of baptizing the cultivator's physical body, allowing the cultivator to successfully transform into a Dispersed Immortal.

  The Dispersed Immortal Tribulation is derived from the heavens and earth, belonging to the most pure and correct heavenly thunderclap of the heavens and earth. Its power is boundless, and with even a slight carelessness, one will suffer the consequence of death and disappearance of their Dao.

  When I returned under the city wall again, the ghost gate had disappeared, and that seductive skull was nowhere to be found.

  Ding Yan spent an hour's time, according to the records of the residual map, and found a thumb-length spiritual wooden stick under a huge black stone in the southeast.

  "Some people have obtained the true map." Picking up the demon wood, Ding Yan's immortal consciousness involuntarily expanded.

  After a while, he withdrew his divine consciousness and fell silent in contemplation.

  According to the records on the remaining map, there are three spiritual demon woods under the giant stone, and only those who have obtained the real map can find them. Now, under the giant stone, only one spiritual demon wood is left, which means that before Ding Yan, two groups of people holding the real map had taken away the spiritual demon woods and entered the inner city.

  As for the possibility of someone taking away two spiritual wooden sticks, in Ding Yan's view, it was fundamentally non-existent. Because on this spiritual wooden stick, a spell had been clearly cast, and the prerequisite for removing the spiritual wooden stick was to use the array diagram in one's hand to wrap it up. Even if others discovered the existence of the spiritual wooden stick, they would not be able to take it out.

  After Zan Tu wrapped the last spiritual wooden strip, a faint dark glow circulated and merged into the picture, and the spiritual wooden strip hidden under the giant stone was easily taken out by Ding Yan.

  Then, Ding Yan continued westward along the city wall as recorded in the map.

  After walking for about the time it takes to have a cup of tea, Ding Yan stopped at a low-lying area. After observing for a moment and confirming that the location was correct, he took out the demon wood and pressed it onto the middle black brick.

  The Tongling demon wood, after coming into contact with the black brick, melted into it like a liquid. On the pitch-black wall surface, the symbols slowly retreated, and an invisible force centered on the demon wood transformed into ripples that spread out in all directions. A little while later, a pitch-black archway appeared before Ding Yan's eyes...

  Ding Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon wood that had already risen to the top of the archway, then swept his sleeve and walked into it.

  As soon as Ding Yan walked in, the eerie tree standing on top of the archway quickly dissolved, and the pitch-black archway began to fade away, eventually becoming invisible. Except for a few flashing talismans, there was nothing else, as if there had never been a passageway here from the very beginning.

  Passing through the city wall, what enters one's line of sight is a desolate street. Turning back to look, the archway has already disappeared from view.

  The inner city was eerily quiet.

  The bluestone pavement has become dilapidated due to the erosion of time, and on both sides of the street are rows of low houses. Some worn-out wooden signs creaked in the cold wind, making an eerie "creaking" sound.

  "I don't know where that skull is." Scanning the surroundings, Ding Yan spread out his spiritual sense.

  When the Ghost Gate opened, Ding Yan clearly remembered that the demon skull came out from the inner city. Now that the Ghost Gate has disappeared, it's likely that the demon skull also returned to the inner city with it. What Ding Yan didn't expect was that after his divine sense left his body, it automatically dispersed within a range of about 500 meters. Apparently, there is also a power in the inner city of this Death City that suppresses divine sense.

  .......

  Xiao Juezi carefully pushed open the nearly rotten wooden door.

  Ouch...

  The wooden door opened with a creak.

  Xiao Juezi swallowed his saliva, glanced at Feng Ling Lao Dao behind him, and carefully walked into the room.

  This is an ordinary civilian house, located in the inner city. There are at least 8,000 houses like this one. However, for Xiao Zhezi, who possesses the true map, this place is a land of extremes and a treasure trove, because this house was where Huang Quan Old Immortal sat in meditation until his death.

  "Xiao Daoyou, that monster you mentioned, it's not in this house, is it...?" Feng Ling Lao Dao suddenly grabbed Xiao Zhezi and asked in a low voice.

  At the beginning, Xiao Juezi had clearly said that the place of Huang Quan Lao Xian's sitting and becoming a Buddha had a monster guarding it. It was precisely to deal with this monster that Xiao Juezi would call him together to sneak into this place.

  "It should be." Xiao Juezi also seemed somewhat uncertain.

  Although he had some understanding of this place, most of it came from the records of his predecessors. The real City of Wrongful Death, he also entered for the first time.

  "Are you sure your method can stop that monster?" Feng Ling Lao Dao still had some doubts.

  "What our ancestors passed down is absolutely undeniable." Xiao Juezi affirmed.

  Jian Fengling hesitated, and couldn't help but speak up, "The Huangquan Treasure that can cultivate the Eight Tribulations Scattered Immortal is right in front of us, Brother Fengling, aren't you thinking of giving it up?"