Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 1421 - 763: Return to the Endless Tower, a Hefty Reward!

The temporal changes shifted, and all the bizarre and colorful sights vanished from Zhao Sheng’s view, replaced by endless, dense fog that filled the atmosphere with an ominous air.

As far as the eye could see, the sky and earth and all directions were shrouded in a dim fog that exuded a strong sense of foreboding.

"Hmm, where is this? ...Not good! We’ve been tricked! Run quickly!" Wu Yue looked at the pervasive fog, initially confused, but soon his face changed dramatically, shouting in a mix of shock and anger.

Zhao Sheng did not flee at those words. He instead replied with a cold, emotionless voice, "Run, to where? Xue Susu’s heart is extremely vicious, using us as bait. This must be the Demon Emperor’s Lifebound Cave Heaven; there’s no way for the two of us to escape."

As he spoke, he activated the Time-Space Great Teleportation Divine Power, but the result chilled him to the core. His divine thought sensed nothing but chaos and blurriness, as if an incredibly dense "wall" had been erected around the space, cutting off any connection with the outside world.

He had experienced something similar back in the Moonlight Cave Heaven, yet that place had been masterless for years, its mechanisms riddled with loopholes, incomparable to this "masterful" grotto heaven.

"It’s over! Seems today is the end for us both. I, who have cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, yet forever misjudged people. I’ve associated with that vile person for over three thousand years. Yet when danger came, that wretch used me without hesitation as bait. Such ruthlessness!"

Wu Yue lamented to himself, idly flicking at the demon fog before him with his right hand, the fog flowing like water from his fingertips, spreading out in ripples.

Zhao Sheng looked around, his gaze sharp as a sword, intensely contemplating ways to escape.

If the density of devilish thought fog outside was one, then the density in this world was at least one hundred.

Situated here, his divine thought sensing range instantly shrank by nearly a hundredfold, stretched to its limit at only three hundred li.

No matter if he probed upwards or in any direction, he found nothing, only sensing tens of thousands of active devilish spirits deep within the fog.

The larger a spirit body, the brighter and stronger its emanating spiritual fluctuations, like various-sized red "lanterns" in the dark.

Beneath them, Zhao Sheng faintly "saw" through divine thought sensing an expansive continent of flesh and blood, the ground littered with massive blood-red flesh mountains surrounded by blood-colored rivers.

The dark red flesh mountains slowly expanded and contracted, incessantly "breathing" like living beings, echoing with deep, resounding booms.

The blood rivers were viscous like paste, with countless massive black shadows gliding back and forth beneath the broad "surface," occasionally revealing huge blue-black spines.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered, suddenly recalling his past experiences in the Moonlight Cave Heaven; the bloody cavern back then had similarities to this scene.

"Could it be... that the Lord of the Moonlight Cave Heaven also once had dealings with the Alien Demon Clan? Could he... have traveled through the Taiyi Spirit Realm, or even participated in the war between the two clans?"

In an instant, Zhao Sheng thought of countless possibilities.

However, he quickly quelled his curiosity for the truth and focused on the "task" at hand.

By now, he had thought of a temporary life-saving method.

"Brother Zhao, to prevent my flesh from becoming a demon’s shell, I’ve decided to self-destruct my primordial spirit and body. You should also resolve yourself soon, or it will be too late once you fall into alien demon hands!" Wu Yue, wallowing in self-pity, abruptly looked over with a despairing expression, surprisingly advising Zhao Sheng to "die" with him.

After speaking, a layer of bright blood light emanated from Wu Yue’s face, his entire aura surging fiercely and becoming extremely unstable.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng hastily spoke to stop him, "Brother Wu, wait! We still have a sliver of hope for escape."

At these words, Wu Yue’s eyes flashed with intense divine light, halting his self-destruction, shouting with immense excitement, "Truly?"

"Brother Wu, please look!"

As Zhao Sheng spoke, he threw something forward, and a jade plate, three feet square, slowly floated between them, its surface engraved with intricate spiraling patterns—the Orbit Instrument Jade Plate from Space Immortal Heaven.

"吾䭃爥䙷䁕枍...実鵼澬䬕..."

Without waiting for Wu Yue to inquire, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeve, causing a large number of Pocket World Jades to fall onto the jade plate, forming a Nine-story Tower, and began chanting an ancient summoning spell to himself.

An endless spiral pale "vortex" quickly appeared in front of them.

The center of the "vortex" was dark and deep, seeming like a passage to some mysterious realm.

At first, Wu Yue was unable to understand what Zhao Sheng was doing, but as the pale vortex took shape, his expression first showed ecstatic joy, then greater despair!

"I see... I see, the opportunity is in the Burial Immortal Ruins! I... I should have thought of it, but sadly, I... am not an Immortal Ruins Guest!"

Wu Yue mumbled to himself, his eyes filling with venomous despair.

Yet just as he was about to act, Zhao Sheng, as if anticipating his move, stepped forward ahead of him, instantly flying into the pale vortex, disappearing without a trace!

As he vanished, a white light suddenly shattered the Orbit Instrument Jade Plate, but it was already too late.

Witnessing this scene, Wu Yue shook with rage, cursing uncontrollably, his words utterly crude!

Such is human nature; sometimes when given a glimmer of hope, only to have it smashed completely shortly after, it can drive one to hate even more the person who gave them that hope!