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Chapter 317: The Impact of the No Heaven Realm
Chapter 317: The Impact of the No Heaven Realm
Jiangnan, Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit.
As a "wonder" established by the Holy Sect in Jiangnan, the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit was no small territory—it spanned thousands of miles, matching the scale of the Qing Kingdom.
The pit’s namesake came from its nature: a bottomless abyss exuding layers of oppressive yin energy. Divided into ten tiers, each deeper level intensified the yin aura, breeding venomous fiendish creatures whose powers were amplified by 30% within the pit. Worse still, their presence remained hidden from divine consciousness due to the yin shroud. Such a perilous design perfectly embodied the Holy Sect’s sadistic ingenuity.
Unlike the Dao Court’s Qing Kingdom, the Holy Sect had no interest in colonizing Jiangnan. Instead, they created this cursed land purely to torment their enemies. Yet, despite its dangers, the pit was far from deserted.
At its deepest level, countless cultivators gathered—not only Holy Sect disciples but also sects from Jiangbei and throngs of free cultivators. They’d even built a bustling market town.
“Jiangnan’s prosperity under the Sword Pavilion’s rule makes it a goldmine for smuggling and speculation—massively profitable,” a voice mused as an array formation shimmered, revealing Lv Yang stepping through.
This wasn’t his true body, still lingering within Yun Miaoqing, but an immortal embryo clone. After relaying news of the Sword Pavilion’s impending attack to Chongguang, Lv Yang had seized the chance to infiltrate the pit. Surprisingly, the pit showed no signs of mobilization—no urgency, as if unaware of the looming threat.
“How intriguing,” Lv Yang mused, strolling through the market town without rushing toward his primary goal: locating the Metal Qi of the Shen. Instead, he spread his divine consciousness, surveying the surroundings.
The chatter was immediate—and revealing.
Predictably, the hottest topic was the rapidly spreading No Heaven Realm. Its allure was undeniable: cultivators could challenge heavenly tribulations to gain divine abilities, failing only at the cost of karmic merit. A few months’ recovery, and they’d be back.
“But that first trial… oh, the temptation!”
“The Holy Sect’s Heaven-Mending Peak unleashed the ultimate Heaven-Earth Confrontation Dragon-Tiger Yin-Yang Grand Formation! And with over a hundred Celestial Maidens…”
“My master-uncle’s completely obsessed!”
“Same here! My sect leader abandoned his tribulation breakthrough just to experience it. Wastes, though—I haven’t Foundation Building yet.”
Lv Yang’s expression darkened. For those lacking resolve, the formation preyed on their weaknesses, trapping them indefinitely. While Foundation-Building experts were rare victims, the majority—free cultivators—were far more vulnerable. Even those with firm Daoist convictions, though not enslaved, obsessed over countering it. Cultivation manuals for dual cultivation techniques skyrocketed in demand.
“Supply always meets demand,” Lv Yang muttered, yet a question gnawed at him: The True Monarchs surely noticed the No Heaven Realm’s spread. Why no action?
The answer came soon enough.
“Don’t get too comfortable. Elders suspect it’s a resurrection scheme by the Primordial True Man.”
“Primordial True Man? The one from 5,000 years ago?”
“Exactly. Several Foundation-Building experts received warnings—avoid overindulging in tribulations there.”
“Imagine this: if you undergo tribulations as the Primordial True Man, who emerges victorious—you or him?”
“Worse yet, you might become his vessel for reincarnation! These ancient sovereigns wield unfathomable arts.”
“But how much is ‘overindulging’? How many tribulations constitute risk?”
“Two is safe, maybe three. But push to four or five, and you’re playing with fire. They claim five grants True Monarch ascension, but who knows? They might trick us—three could be the real threshold, designed to ensnare the gullible.”
“A fair point. Now, which sect are you from?”
“Holy Sect, at your service.”
“Oh. That explains it.”
The whispers painted a clear picture: someone deliberately spread these rumors.
No one’s a fool, Lv Yang mused. The Primordial True Man’s revival plan must’ve stirred suspicion. If every Foundation-Building expert hesitates, his return could be delayed indefinitely. Is this why the True Monarchs remain calm?
Even if he succeeds, so what? True Monarchs aren’t united—Mu Changsheng’s example proves that. A single Monarch can’t shake the world.
Free cultivators truly had it worst. Without patronage, their paths were blocked—Suo Huan and the Xiantian sect were prime examples.
Yet… did the Primordial True Man foresee this? Lv Yang wondered. He was betrayed by True Monarchs before. He must’ve anticipated their countermeasures.
There are always those who’ll risk anything for power. The Monarchs can’t control every cultivator. If he’s determined, he’ll find cracks.
And the Monarchs aren’t unbreakable allies either.
If Mu Changsheng compromises, accepting restrictions, the Holy Sect might welcome a True Monarch ally.
A high-stakes game.
Lv Yang’s realization crystallized: The Primordial True Man is gambling—risking everything to forge a Golden Core path against the Monarchs.
Lost in thought, he halted before a building—Secret Pavilion Street.
As its name implied, this shadowy market catered to illicit trades, accessible only to Foundation-Building experts. The Holy Sect’s fingerprints were obvious. According to intel, a Holy Sect elder named Qi He ran operations here—a 500-year-old Early Foundation-Building expert in his twilight years.
Bang!
Without hesitation, Lv Yang strode into Qi He’s shop. A dark glow engulfed him, but his expression didn’t waver.
His Adamantine Sovereign art activated, golden light armored his body, repelling the sinister energy.
At the back sat an elderly Daoist, his hair and brows white, face etched with age. Though his divine arts remained, the Dragon-Binding Winds had ravaged his vitality.
Lv Yang tossed a token onto the table.
“I need intel on the Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha near the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit.”
Qi He, Chongguang’s embedded informant, handled Jiangnan’s intelligence for the Holy Sect. This was part of their deal: Lv Yang shared Sword Pavilion intel; Chongguang provided pit secrets.
Once I secure the Metal Qi of the Shen, I’m gone.
To Lv Yang, the Mystic Spirit Realm, the pit, even the grand conflict between cultivation and the Holy Sect—all paled in comparison to advancing his immortal spirit’s true body.
(End of Chapter)
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