Chapter Fifty-two: Devil's Castle

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  Ice boat and crimson blood storm broke through the sound barrier, reaching a frightening speed.

  Qitian released a sword intent, attempting to probe out Bingzhou, but was suddenly struck by lightning and crushed.

  His complexion was slightly pale, and Qi Tian vaguely understood the meaning of Bu Qingtian. However, he also had doubts in his heart. The Nine Heavens, were they really that easy to break through?

  The ice boat headed north, sailing through the crimson storm for a full three days without seeing the sun or moon, and finally arrived at the Demon Prison Continent.

  The Qingyun Sect has a vast territory, with two major underground palaces: Yao Xian Valley and Zi Yue Cave Heaven. The three major sects jointly manage the Demon Prison. Every year, some disciples enter to temper themselves, some come out in the end, while others stay inside forever, turning into yellow earth, completely rotting away.

  The ice boat descended into the third heaven, and everyone saw a vast expanse of bloody earth.

  The vast and ancient land stretches out in all directions, seemingly endless, as if it had been dyed with infinite fresh blood. People could even smell the faint scent of blood.

  This is the Demon Prison Continent!

  Innumerable ravens alighted on the earth, emitting mournful cries, like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, a heart-rending and sorrowful scene.

  "What is that—"

  Someone pointed into the distance and exclaimed, everyone followed his gaze, except for some old people from the 16th generation, all of whom took a deep breath.

  They saw what was on this blood-red land, a huge magic castle stood towering, the magic castle was too large, magnificent as a mountain, even if the ice boat was still in the sky, it could be seen clearly.

  The ancient demon city, on this blood-red land, has existed for unknown years, with a sense of vicissitudes that makes people feel the old charm.

  "This is the Demon City! It's an ancient city left over from the Primordial Era, built by the ancestors of the Eastern Land to worship and mourn the departed Dao spirits. At the same time, it suppressed the great momentum of this demonic prison, disrupting the ancestral veins of the underground demonic prison, making it impossible for them to rise again."

  Before the Ice Ferry, Ming Bing Dao Ren spoke for the first time and explained it to everyone.

  "On this ancient land, where blood once flowed like rivers and corpses piled up like mountains, after countless years, it has become the vast land you see today. In the past, numerous semi-immortals, and even true immortals, have left their mark here. If in the future you can find even a hint or a trace of that, it will be enough for you to benefit from indefinitely."

  Many disciples were shocked and felt unbelievable.

  "Longmen Half Immortal, unexpectedly there is a real person, that is truly a great power, each one's power is enough to penetrate the Eastern Land, they are truly top-notch figures."

  "Yes, indeed. Our Qingyun Sect doesn't even have a half-immortal like the Longmen, those true immortals are all living fossils, branded with over a thousand years of time."

  "If we can find their relics and search for some immortal treasures from them, we will surely be able to comprehend the infinite great way and gain a huge boost!"

  Many of the 17th generation disciples were excited and eager, feeling that a great opportunity was waiting for them, and they couldn't wait to jump off the ice boat.

  Although his mind was somewhat fluctuating, Qi Tian remained calm and noticed that some elderly people of the 16th generation showed a look of pity. Although there was expectation in their eyes, they were more cautious.

  The two of them both withdrew their attention and felt that this demon castle was by no means simple, requiring caution in their actions.

  The Demon City has countless Daoists coming and going, and even outside the city, many people have seen ordinary mortals.

  "We are all orphans of this vast land, thriving in the Demon City until now."

  A 16-year-old elder explained, looking at his gaze, it's clear that he had been to the Devil's City before and was very familiar with it.

  The ice boat landed, instantly attracting a lot of attention. Two divine lights flew out from the magic city and landed in front of the ice boat.

  "Ming Bing pays respects to the sect leader, and Qingchen of Yao Xian Valley has also arrived with courtesy."

  "The Purple Moon Cave Heaven is no longer dusty, I have seen the Bright Ice Sect Master before, but I didn't expect that it would be the Bright Ice Sect Master himself who escorted me."

  Not far away, some scattered Taoist practitioners secretly exclaimed in surprise, never expecting three big shots to appear all of a sudden.

  "Yao Xian Gu's Medicine King Qing Chen, and Zi Yue Dong Tian's Taishang Laojun Mo You Chen - these are two mighty figures. It is said that they have both reached the Bone Replacement Realm through their cultivation, shedding their blood to be reborn, possessing great magical powers!"

  "There is also Ming Bing Dao Ren, who is the current leader of Qing Yun Zong. His cultivation is also unfathomably deep and it's rumored that he has approached the Dragon Gate realm."

  On an ice boat.

  He saw two great figures in the Medicine Valley and the Purple Moon Cave, each of whom he couldn't see through, as if they had merged with the universe, possessing a terrifying realm that made his eyes unable to look away.

  Ming Ice Path person swung his Taoist robe, and all the disciples on the ice boat were immediately sent down.

  After exchanging pleasantries with Yao Xian Gu and Zi Yue Dong Tian, the two great figures, Ming Bing Dao Ren recalled the ice boat and swept his gaze over the crowd, saying: "You all take care of yourselves, in half a year, return to the sect."

  After finishing speaking, Ming Bing and the other two rose into the air, transforming into three rays of divine light that descended into the Demon City, quickly disappearing from view.

  Soon after, many disciples quickly split into groups again and entered the Magic City.

  Bù Qīng Tiān threw the gourd back to Yún Fēi, and he walked alone, with a Taoist rhyme surrounding his body. Soon, he also entered the Devil's City.

  Standing under the Demon City, Qitian couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Such an ancient city shouldn't exist in this world; it's too old, majestic as a mountain. Each side of the city wall is hundreds of feet high, like a mountain range. The blood-red city walls and blood-red city towers make the entire Demon City seem to be dyed in blood.

  "Hehe, fifty years have passed, I went in and came out, went in again, but didn't come out this time. I should go in too."

  There was a hoarse voice at the city gate, it was an old man, he wore a coarse white robe, leaning against the city wall below, a pot of old wine with a pungent flavor, the old man did not hesitate at all, mouthful by mouthful pouring into his mouth.

  "Five thousand years of leisurely time, serving wine in the old pavilion of the previous dynasty. Unaware of the true legacy of the elderly, moving mountains and filling seas has never been opened."

  The old man's face was flushed with wine, emitting a strong smell of alcohol. Many passersby thought his words were profound and approached him to ask questions. The old man pointed them in the right direction one by one, and eventually these people followed his directions into the Devil's City.

  Yun Fei felt a bit incredulous and said: "Could it be that he's a deeply hidden expert?"

  Qitian also felt that it wasn't simple, the two of them went forward, and the old man raised his head to take a look, saying: "Seeking immortals and asking about the Dao is not my wish, but I have fate with you two young friends. You've entered the Demon City, go to the North City's Lingfang, there will be someone who will guide you."

  The two men stared at each other, wanting to ask again, but the old man ignored them, drinking alone, shaking his head and singing that strange-tuned ancient poem once more.

  Helpless, the two entered the Demon City. The Demon City was all-encompassing, with a huge immortal palace floating above it. There were jade buildings and towers, pavilions and corridors, all of which were intricately carved and painted, with high eaves and pointed roofs. Almost every five steps there was a building, and every ten steps there was a pavilion, but not one of them was not stained with blood, even the immortal palace had become a demon palace.

  Walking in the Devil's City, there are many ordinary people who have become accustomed to seeing Taoists and no longer find it strange. They have become natural, only with some courtesy in their words, not daring to be lazy.

  Among these ordinary people, only two knew that these immortal pavilions and jade palaces had originally existed. Some Taoists had tried to rebuild them but soon encountered great difficulties and died. After that, many more Taoists attempted it, one after another, but no one could escape the consequences. Over the endless years, no one dared to harbor such thoughts again.

  It's just that this place is extraordinary, and at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little awed. No matter what, this demon city has been passed down since ancient times, leaving an indelible mark on the endless years, making it the oldest fossil.

  Two people walked to the North City, where the Spirit Lin stood tall and dense, varying in size. As soon as they arrived at the North City, a middle-aged Taoist came forward and said: "You two are here because of Old Mu's guidance, huh? You two have really found the right person. Only Old Mu knows that our Holy Spirit Lin has many good mines, all dug out from the depths of the Devil's Prison, each one costing countless lives."

  "Symbiotic Spirit Mine?"

  "Indeed, the two of you have vision, Old Mu didn't misjudge people. Follow me and I'll point out the best Spirit Vein Ore for you." (Seeking recommendation votes, seeking collection)

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