Necropolis Immortal-Chapter 1851: Thirty-Three Layers of the Firmament Prison

Chapter 1851: Thirty-Three Layers of the Firmament Prison

Yun Yi retracted his gaze back into the ruins of the Firmament Prison, but the image of the brawny enigma stone thief was imprinted on his heart.

“Is that Lu Yun? I sensed his presence just now, but that man isn’t him.” Yun Yi frowned tightly. He couldn’t see through Lu Yun’s Shapeshifting combat art, but at the same time, he didn’t think there was anything the young man could do that would hoodwink him.

Yun Yi didn’t even consider the possibility that the muscular man might be a disguise. He was a powerhouse far above supreme—the shapeshifting arts of the supremes were child’s play in his eyes. Lu Yun was just a baby at twenty-four levels of sequence, how could he pull anything over Yun Yi?

But Yun Yi’s senses couldn’t be mistaken—Lu Yun was indeed on the scene. There wouldn’t be a corresponding disturbance in his heart otherwise. It had pierced through the Firmament Prison and created a tiny opening in the ruins.

Only someone like Yun Yi could create a flaw in the whole and intact prison. And only someone like Lu Yun could seize the opening.

Though Yun Yi looked back to himself, Lu Yun followed his gaze in. Someone at Yun Yi’s level was so fearsome that a simple glance inflicted devastating damage on the Firmament Prison. With the spacetime tide already over, the prison’s power was much weaker than before. It wasn’t nearly as indestructible.

After all, it was a patch of ruins—albeit dangerous ruins. When Lu Yun looked over it, he saw the overlapping peaks of dim-colored mountains.

“No, not mountains, they’re the wreckage of buildings. How many people died here??” Lu Yun saw death information everywhere when he opened the Spectral Eye.

He sifted through the data and determined that some came from heavyweights of the current chief worlds, while others originated from the primeval era. He silently committed certain names to memory—they would come in handy sometime in the future.

“It’s strange, why do I feel like this place is very familiar? Not the familiarity of having visited before, but that I should know this place like the back of my hand.” Lu Yun paused and cocked his head to the side in thought, then shook his head.

He’d truly entered the Firmament Prison; it was a place filled with decay and decline. Not one of the environment, but one of civilization and time.

Civilization and eras that couldn't advance with history were summarily toppled by it. Such was Lu Yun’s first impression of the place.

“Were they eliminated because they were thick-headed to reason and clung to their old ways?” Lu Yun rubbed his head. He knew now that the Firmament Prison wasn’t simply the prison of its time; it was also where the heavenly court had met its end.

As it was the most well preserved out of the ancient sites, it was hailed the ruins of the Firmament Prison.

The primeval heavenly court was the subject of myths and legends, very few in the chief worlds knew that this was the site of the fabled heavenly court. Chu Xingran must’ve discovered something that led him to not wanting the Imperial Seal or the heritage kept here. He wouldn’t have gone to the Land of Reincarnation otherwise, seeking to use the land’s power to shake off the treasure.

“Strange… the death information here has been fully preserved. It hasn’t been eroded by the passage of time.” Lu Yun looked around him, finding a thick layer of bone dust on the ground. It’d come from the skeletons of those who’d died on the premises.

The time modifier of the primeval heavenly court name was in itself a myth and legend. “Primeval” was an era that could no longer be measured by time. Its artifacts could not be preserved to present day; it was a miracle that the ruins of the Firmament Prison yet existed, and that all of the death information it contained was perfectly conserved.

Everyone, everything that had died here—even an ant—was laid out in front of Lu Yun. He could see everything about their experiences in life and anything having to do with them.

“Firmament Prison… Firmament Prison!” Something occurred to him. “Isn’t it hell? All sorts of information about life and death is preserved in hell, but that’s only to be expected.

“Additionally…” Lu Yun flicked out a sparkling soybean. A small ripple later saw a golden armored warrior stand in front of him.

“Master!” The same ball of energy as ever, the warrior smiled innocently at Lu Yun. “You’ve finally come!”

Lu Yun trembled and he stammered, “A-aren’t, aren’t you guys heavenly soldiers from the g-great wilderness? So what, what do you…”

The golden armored warrior’s meaning was very clear—Lu Yun was finally here. They’d been waiting here for him all this time.

“The previous soldiers were indeed those unsophisticated yin gods, but once master’s cultivation ascended to the chaos, you summon us!” The warrior beamed proudly.

“You mean that the Tome of Life and Death has also refined this place before?” Lu Yun paused, but still voiced the treasure’s name out loud.

“This is the Dejected Land, the Deserted Land. Everything here, its civilization and era, has been abandoned by history. How would an existence like master look upon this place with any favor?

“What master has refined is us—the lingering yin spirits that survived,” the warrior responded candidly. Who he meant by master was not Lu Yun, but the Tome of Life and Death. Since the treasure was Lu Yun’s nascent spirit and inseparable from the young man, the two were one and the same to the golden armored warrior.

Only Lu Yun knew that he’d fully subdued the Tome of Life and Death, making it part of himself. He might be able to fully unlock the book’s secrets when he incorporated the Firmament Prison and Ruina into hell.

“Do you know the truth about this place?” Lu Yun took a deep breath. Although he could read the death information and piece it all together, he wasn’t able to get a clear picture of what had happened in that era.

Chu Xingran was here to help him gain the core essence of the Firmament Prison, not to help Lu Yun obtain the primeval heavenly court’s heritage.

“I know some, but not all,” the warrior thought for a bit. “I know why master is here. Please follow me!”

He and Lu Yun were of the same mind since Lu Yun had summoned him with a death art. Thus, he knew what the young man wanted.

“Master’s two friends have reached the thirty-third layer of the Firmament Prison and are in its deepest parts,” the warrior said.

“Thirty-third layer??” Lu Yun’s heart clenched when he heard this.