Capítulo 1761: Chapter 781: Dragon Temple Demonic Laboratory!
Is this the Fallen Land? Lanling gazed into the distance.
It was completely different from the imagined hell, like the Netherworld, a place where darkness never broke, even more terrifying than the Misfortune Demon Capital.
After all, this is the most terrifying place in the world, a forbidden zone for any creature’s life.
Neither the Motuo Empire, nor the Southern Barbaric Lands, nor the Dragon Temple dare to venture into the Fallen Land.
It is also the most mysterious place in this world.
The mystery of this place even surpasses the moon in the sky.
Yet upon truly arriving here, Lanling was taken aback.
This Fallen Land is so beautiful, so ethereal.
It does not resemble a hell, nor even a land, but rather a stellar river.
Indeed, it’s as if the cosmos’ stellar river traverses the entire world.
How long is the Fallen Land? It’s unknown, perhaps tens of thousands of miles, perhaps longer, but it spans the entire world.
From high above, Lanling indeed seed to see the splendid star river of the heavens.
“Beautiful, isn’t it…” the Little Rakshasa King said: “When I saw this scenery at the age of ten, I would visit every year, staying for months each ti, trying to connect with the Fallen Land.”
Lanling asked: “Any results?”
“So, yet so not,” the Little Rakshasa King replied: “I tried every way to enter the Fallen Land, even ntally, but it was impossible. This zone rejects any energy, any life from entering. But my prolonged stay here has accelerated my understanding of energy, hence, despite my lack of cultivation and my bloodline talent not much higher than my father’s, my skills have ranked first among peers in the Southern Barbaric Lands, even… surpassed my father.”
This is the first ti the Little Rakshasa King had admitted his level of cultivation.
Lanling asked: “How does your skill compare to Master Chonglou?”
Little Rakshasa King replied: “I should be stronger because I seem to have encroached upon your domain.”
Lanling’s domain? What is that domain?
Lanling’s cultivation differs from others, he focuses on perception, and summons the energy of heaven and earth, not just cultivation, which is remarkably microscopic.
And the Little Rakshasa King’s cultivation is, likewise, more about comprehension.
Lanling asked: “How about compared to Emperor Di Ming?”
Little Rakshasa Tang said: “Emperor Di Ming’s style of cultivation is different; like you, he is constantly devouring, thus he is extrely strong.”
Lanling asked: “And Princess Di Nie?”
Little Rakshasa King said: “Di Nie’s bloodline possesses imnse power, activated by Tiancha King, making her stronger.”
Then, the Little Rakshasa King said: “I’ve been exploring the Fallen Land day after day, finding nothing, but I discover nearby secrets like this laboratory of the Dragon Temple.”
Lanling and Little Rakshasa King descended onto a mysterious ground.
The ground here lacks soil, not even stones. It’s as if everywhere is jade, multicolored jade.
The landing spot for Lanling and Little Rakshasa King was at the summit of a jade mountain.
This jade mountain is about five thousand ters high, entirely brown. The platform at the peak is about ten thousand square ters.
Within a thousand-mile radius around the Fallen Land, all matter undergoes transformation due to special energy. All soil and stones beco crystal-like.
The Little Rakshasa King drew out a Dragon Gold Sword, slashed onto the ground, leaving only a very faint mark, indicating its incredible toughness and hardness.
“Is this the Abandoned Laboratory of the Divine Dragon Temple?” Lanling asked.
Little Rakshasa King nodded.
Then he sliced his wrist with the Dragon Gold Sword, letting blood gush out.
Tang Ren held the blood and released it with force.
“Bang…” The blood exploded into a dense mist, several cubic ters of it.
Under the Little Rakshasa King’s energy guidance, the blood mist began inscribing special magical symbols onto the ground.
These magical symbols were drawn flat on the mountaintop platform, impossibly intricate.
Little Rakshasa King drew faster and faster, ultimately covering the entire platform of tens of thousands of square ters.
The complexity of the lines was dizzying. The design comprised hundreds of thousands, millions of lines.
Even controlling the blood mist with spiritual power and energy, the drawing took four hours.
After completing it, Little Rakshasa King’s expression was ecstatic, looking at Lanling: “What’s next? What should be done?”
It was a challenge thrown to Lanling.
Lanling floated in the air, gazing at this incredibly complex pattern, tens of thousands of square ters large.
He morized the entire pattern and stored it in his mind.
Then, he changed angles.
Turning these planar diagrams into three-dinsional ones.
Suddenly, a gigantic architectural 3D image erged in Lanling’s brain.
Magnificent architecture, constructed from crystals bombarded by strong energy here.
The entire building was crystal clear, mysterious, and majestic.
“Dinsional diums?” Lanling asked: “Next, should the two-dinsional flat picture unfold into a three-dinsional image.”
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