Necropolis Immortal-Chapter 1840: Spatial Tides

Chapter 1840: Spatial Tides

"We can do that." Mo Fei nodded after momentary thought. He didn't decline Lu Yun's terms, nor was he surprised that the young man had any terms in mind. There was nothing apart from the major world that he and his beloved had to offer.

Lu Yun splayed his hand, manifesting a ball of black hellfire and one scarlet Hell Flower. Where hellfire burned was hell. That and one hundred and eight thousand karmic fruits would prove sufficient to resolve the resentment and fury clouding the couple, allowing them to become real living beings again.

Mo Fei had no other choice available to him; he was at the end of his rope. The moment when the Huangpang Supreme's resentment was dispelled was the moment in which her soul would fly apart. He would also transform into a true demon king and bathe the world with blood.

After a reign of terror, he would eventually be hunted down by others and wiped out from existence. Thus, there was no reason to decline Lu Yun's offer. Nothing mattered in the face of life and death.

"Then this junior takes my leave." Lu Yun raised a cupped fist salute to Mo Fei and the faint figure behind him, departing from the city.

The city would return to its former glory when Mo Fei and Huang Pang came back to life. Everyone within it would be freed, including the dead Qu Cu. He would be reborn through a Hell Flower, karmic fruit, and hellfire.

With hell dao having reached great perfection and the power of reincarnation tangibly manifested, Lu Yun could utilize the strength of reincarnation in hell to revive certain dead beings.

However, there was a balance to maintain. If he dared use hell to undo that balance and resurrect those who'd died in the primordial eras, misfortune would visit him. Just as the spacetime travelers could travel through space and time as they wished, unfettered by the consequences of karma, life itself would rise against them if they dared take the law of time into their own hands.

Only with these things accomplished did a satisfied Lu Yun leave Huangpang. He was still in the form of a muscular man wielding a pair of great axes.

Flight treasures were popular among the chief worlds. One could travel between major worlds after paying a few enigma stones. However, Huangpang was a terminal station. There was no other road to its north and no other worlds. There weren't even stars. Only the ruins of the Firmament Prison were there.

The Firmament Prison was a publicly identified expanse of danger in the chief worlds. Even supremes ran a high risk of losing their lives if they ventured within. If sequence cultivators sought an adventure? They wouldn't come back.

It also possessed another name in the outside realm—the Wound of the Void.

Spatial power was complex and convoluted in the ruins, like someone had blasted a hole through space itself and stirred up its rules. It was a boundless maze that supremes would also be lost in if they encountered its most hazardous spots.

……

Lu Yun leisurely made his way to the Firmament Prison riding on a kaleidoscopic cloud.

"Weird, don't they say that sequence cultivators have no chance in there? Why are people heading toward it then?" Shockingly, he saw more than one sequence cultivator on his way there. If that level of cultivator was destined to die in the ruins, there should be no sequence experts visiting it.

Were there that many people willing to risk their life for treasure?

"Yo, brother!" Lu Yun grabbed a cultivator shooting past him and hauled the stranger onto his cloud.

"Fucking bastard!" The cultivator was twenty-eight levels of sequence. He chopped his hand at Lu Yun's head when he saw that a brat of twenty-four levels had dared stop him.

Lu Yun blinked. The guy wasn't even giving him a chance to speak. From the angle and speed of his attack, the stranger wanted to take his life!

Instead of flying into a rage, Lu Yun stepped lightly to the side and easily evaded the turbulent blow. He grabbed the man's collarbone—all the latter knew was that he suddenly couldn't call upon his strength after numbness seized his body.

Aghast, the man didn't think that a mere twenty-four level sequence cultivator could incapacitate him so easily. Energy circulation within his body ground to a halt and his access to sequence was blocked.

"This is a robbery!" Lu Yun leered. "Hand over all of your enigma stones and treasures or I'll hack you into two!"

He waved his great axes at the man's head.

"Oh my heavens!" The man wanted to cry. He just wanted a foothold into optimal positioning before the spatial tide arrived and make preparations for the treasures to come. That was why he was in such a hurry and ready to kill someone who stood in his way.

But he turned out to be weaker than the one who interrupted him, despite having accessed more levels of sequence! Was this muscular man the genius of some great faction?

No, that couldn't be it. After the Lifeline Talisman was rendered defunct, all of those geniuses were safely kept at home. Their factions wouldn't let them risk their lives here.

An instance of the spatial tide was an occasion for celebration and bloody slaughter. Hundreds of millions of cultivators died each time a tide occurred, yet cultivators still happily threw themselves into it.

Spatial tides meant the opening of the Firmament Prison, an ebb and flow that washed out the sleeping treasures within. Not only did the tides bring wealth and opportunity, but even more unknown dangers came with them. Of course, most dangerous of all wasn't the unknown, but their fellow compatriots by their side. One treasure alone could incite a gory struggle between cultivators.

No one dared show their back to anyone, unless it was someone they'd been through life and death with, or their dao partner. Thus, most of the rushing cultivators that Lu Yun saw traveled solo.

Apparently, an enigma stone the size of a fist appeared last time, causing two brothers related by blood to turn on each other and perish together.

After Lu Yun surreptitiously collected all available information from the cultivator, he sighed inwardly. Once the tide took place, the door to the Firmament Prison would close. It would be almost impossible for him to enter then.