Mo Wudao's companion, Demon God Jie, chuckled, "The layout here is similar to the sects of the Immortal Cultivation Continent, with halls built among the peaks. Since we've already laid eyes on the distant immortal palace, why should we stick to the formalities and enter through the mountain gate? We can just leap up and fly over!"
"Idiot! If it were possible to fly over, don't you think the experts present would have thought of that?" A Red Dust Immortal sneered inwardly.
"Haha, that's a great idea, why don't you give it a try!" Yang Ji laughed loudly, grabbed the Demon God, and fiercely threw him into the sky.
"Ah, you little..." The Heavenly Demon suddenly hurled into the sky, his expression changing in surprise before he could finish his sentence, there was a "thud," as if he had hit an invisible wall in midair, imdiately letting out a muffled groan, followed by disintegrating into nothingness on the spot, not even leaving a trace of his Origin.
Everyone looked up and saw a transparent screen of light appear in the sky, with divine patterns flickering subtly, and powerful forces circulating within.
"Such a powerful Ancient Godly Prohibition!" The Red Dust Immortals, watching this scene, had their expressions solidify, "The restriction here is so strong that I estimate even if we join forces, we won't be able to break through. What kind of place is this?"
"It doesn't look like an ordinary place. To my knowledge, not even the Seven Great Golden Immortals of the Minor Immortal Realm have such formidable prohibitions," a Red Dust Immortal comnted gravely.
"Is it, then, that this place is not a remnant of the Lower Realm sect, but instead sothing from the Immortal Realm?"
Upon hearing this, the breathing of the Red Dust Immortals beca rapid.
The Immortal Realm!
Could this be a heritage site from the Immortal Realm?
"The Immortal Realm?" Mo Wudao's face turned sour as the Demon God he had grabbed was thrown into the restriction and died, his murderous aura surging. For a mont, he wanted to strike, but the words of the others and the ntion of "the Immortal Realm" montarily suppressed his urge to kill, "Boy, I'll let you live a little longer."
"You have such a heavy killing intent!" Yang Ji teased with a smirk, "The suggestion to try was made by your subordinate, I rely obliged his desire."
Mo Wudao narrowed his eyes coldly, but said no more.
He was aware of Yang Ji's strength; even though he was only an Eight Tribulations Immortal, with the power of eighteen Red Dust Immortals supporting him, he was not easily killed.
Now, with the legacy of the Immortal Realm ahead, he held back.
"There's a Divine Restriction in the air, very strong. Even we, the Red Dust Immortals, can hardly shake it. Flying through the air is essentially impossible!" a mber of the Immortal Clan ntioned quietly.
"It seems we must take the main entrance. As you may have noted, this Brass Gate is a Domain Gate. Once we enter, we do not know what lies inside. Should there be danger..." The crowd hesitated for this reason, not daring to take the risk.
Just as his words ended, a figure charged through the gate.
Then, another followed suit.
Whose subordinates were these, showing such boldness?
To rush in just like that?
Everyone was astonished; they looked and saw that both Yang Ji and Mo Wudao had vanished.
Had these two fierce figures both gone in?
Were they not afraid of dying?
At this mont, Yang Ji had his own difficulty to express; his flying into the gate was not by his own choice, but due to a powerful pulling force that suddenly erupted from within the Brass Gate, targeting his "Life Mark" and forcibly dragging him inside.
Mo Wudao also had a grim expression; evidently, it was the "Death Seal" on him that had brought him here.
(Thank you to Handi for the 200 coin reward, my first Protector, love you.)
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