Chapter 62: Blocking Out the Sky and Covering Up the Sun

  Xiao Chunshui left, leaving behind a torn map for Ding Yan. He told him that if he changed his mind, he must go to Yunhai Pavilion in Xiao Yuncheng within three days to meet with him, and at that time the two would enter Wangshi City together, dividing whatever they obtained equally.

  Holding onto the remaining map, Ding Yan's gaze passed through the window and gazed directly at the distant sky.

  Xiao Yun City will not be peaceful for the next few days. Those cultivators who entered the mortal world to practice Huang Quan's method will gather in Xiao Yun City, waiting to enter Mang Shi Mo Cheng.

  "Three days' time..." Ding Yan looked at the remaining map in his hand, swirled the wine in his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

  Unlike the records on the remaining maps, Ding Yan obtained a record that after the appearance of the Magic Castle, there will be two days of mirage illusions. Only at the last moment of the third day will it be the real opening time of the magic gate. People who enter the magic castle at other times will be transmitted to the land of death, dying nine times and living once.

  Put down the wine cup and received the remaining painting.

  Ding Yan stood up and left the wine building.

  After seeing the incomplete map in Xiao Chunshui's hand, Ding Yan had an idea, but this idea could only be confirmed after applying.

  In a remote alleyway.

  A black-robed monk held a residual map, his right hand hanging beside him, with blood dripping from the tip of his fingers from time to time. Not far away in the corner, a corpse of a Jianghu person lay there, with eyes wide open and anger, his throat seemed to be cut by a sharp object, and blood kept flowing out, filling the entire alley with a bloody smell.

  "Is this thing that's as insignificant as an ant also something you can steal?" The black-robed monk took out a white cloth from his sleeve and wiped the fresh blood off his fingertips.

  A white cloth was thrown out, and a bright red blood stain appeared on it, like a blooming flower, charming and eerie.

  The black-robed monk was a disciple of the Scattered Immortals Sect who had been sent to observe the movements in Heji Town. Not long ago, he was drinking in a wine house when this person from the jianghu accidentally stole the incomplete diagram from his body. After discovering what had happened, the black-robed monk did not say much and instead followed that person to this small alley, where he took their life.

  In his eyes, ordinary people are ants, and those who dare to offend him have no choice but to die.

  Just as the black-robed monk was about to leave, he turned around and found that there was an extra person behind him.

  The newcomer looked about twenty years old, wearing a cyan robe with his hands clasped behind him. His expression was extremely calm, but for some reason, the black-robed monk felt a shiver run down his spine the moment he saw this person.

  This feeling, he only has it when facing his master.

  Oppression of the soul!

  This man is an immortal!

  The Dispersed Immortal is different from the Cultivator. After passing through the mortal tribulation, the cultivator's soul will transform and their physical body will turn into the power of life, merging with their soul. This is a qualitative transformation. Those who have not passed through the mortal tribulation, such as the Qi Refiners, will involuntarily feel a sense of oppression when facing the Dispersed Immortal.

  The man in the green robe stretched out his right hand, empty and bare.

  A nameless force emerged from the void and took away the remaining map in his hand.

  "It's indeed so......" The man in green robes left a sentence after finishing the remaining picture, without even giving a glance to the black-robed monk.

  The figure twisted and disappeared into thin air.

  After the man in green robe left, the black-robed monk regained his movement and let out a long sigh. He glanced at the corpses of the Jianghu people behind him, and his heart felt a chill.

  Compared with those scattered immortals, aren't I also just an ant?

  ......

  On the street.

  He walked aimlessly with nothing particular in mind.

  Within two hours, Ding Yan obtained the remaining maps from many cultivators in the city and found that these maps were different from the one he had. After a rough count, the fake maps could be roughly divided into three types, one of which had a relatively high degree of authenticity, with about 60% of the information being true.

  The remaining two residual maps, the messages inside, almost nine layers above are false. Entering Wang's Dead City according to the contents recorded on those fake maps can be said to have no chance of survival.

  "Judging from the types of fake maps, it should be three people who escaped alive from the city of false death at first," Ding Yan speculated. "These three people, for some unknown purpose, drew many fake maps and intentionally spread them out, and were obtained by those people."

  Thinking of this, Ding Yan thought of Xiao Chunshui again.

  With Xiao Chunshui's abilities, it is impossible for him not to know about the other two fake maps, and he did not inform himself of the information about the other two fake maps.

  "Didn't he get two fake maps before?" Ding Yan quickly negated this idea.

  With his own strength, in just two hours, he had searched for three kinds of fake maps. Xia Chunshui naturally wouldn't be any worse off than that.

  "Whatever, I don't care what he thinks... This city of injustice, I must go through it once." Casting aside his thoughts, Ding Yan strode towards the direction of Xiao Yun City.

  Even if it wasn't for Huang Quan's tribulation experience, Ding Yan still had to go through this ordeal.

  This is a test of the soul, and also a test of survival, just like the words of that scholar who took the imperial examination outside the village back then. Moreover, if Ding Yan feared the danger of the Magic Castle and did not dare to enter, he would be afraid when facing the Tribulation of the Scattered Immortals in the future, and this fear would evolve into a heart demon. This record about heart demons was something that Ding Yan from his past life had read when he reached the tribulation period. Now that he has been reborn, he naturally will not take this detour.

  This is an accumulation of experience and also the advantage of rebirth. If he didn't know these things, Ding Yan might not have gone to Wangsheng City at all. Similarly, in the future when facing the Tribulation of the Scattered Immortals, his chances of successfully passing the Heavenly Tribulation would be reduced by one or two levels.

  This is also the main reason why so many people will turn into calamity ash under the heavenly tribulation.

  Because everyone was once weak and small.

  When they are weak, there will always be something to fear. At the beginning, it may not seem obvious, but as their cultivation increases, this seemingly insignificant weakness will also grow, and eventually become the greatest obstacle for them to ascend to the Immortal Path.

  Because, to reach the top, you must have a fearless heart!

  After leaving Heji Town, Ding Yanshi unfolded his Taoist skill, Lei Yun Bu.

  With each step, a faint and illusory Eight Trigrams shadow would appear where he tread, and after the shadow dissipated, Ding Yan's figure would reappear in another location. This gait, akin to teleportation, seemed like an illusion to ordinary people; even if someone occasionally caught a glimpse of it, they would only see a fleeting shadow before it vanished, much like a hallucination. The reason he didn't choose to fly was that Ding Yan didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. After all, this time, there were over a dozen scattered immortals who had entered the mortal realm, and among them, three were even more powerful; if he made too big of a scene, it would likely attract their attention.

  As for Lei Yunbu, although he exists in the Taoist school, after all, he is not as eye-catching as flying in the air. If it weren't for special attention, no one would notice Ding Yan's existence.

  After entering the range of Xiao Yun City.

  Ding Yan only felt the surroundings darken, the entire area seemed to have entered the night ahead of time. He raised his head to look up at the sky, which was pitch black, as if something had blocked it out.

  Ding Yan saw the situation and took a deep breath "What a massive scale! The handwriting is as vast as the sky!"