432: Sharing experiences, summoning in the ancient realm

The flames at the fingertips of Di Qingge and Ye Weiyang slowly separated, each returning to their respective bodies.

Both faces carried a satisfied exhaustion and an irrepressible glow of excitement; clearly, they had gained much.

"Listening to your words is better than ten years of refining pills."

Ye Weiyang spoke sincerely, nodding slightly toward Di Qingge. "Qingge, today's discussion of the Dao has resolved many of my perplexities. It is truly Weiyang's fortune to meet you on this trip to the Eastern Domain."

"Weiyang, you flatter me," Di Qingge responded from the heart. "Your insights are unique and profound, and I have benefited greatly. I look forward to another Opportunity to spar and verify our paths in the future."

A gentle smile appeared on Ye Weiyang's face. "There will certainly be a chance."

The tea party ended, and Di Qingge took her leave with the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf.

Ye Weiyang watched them from the doorway until their presence completely vanished from her perception.

Elder Tianxin walked to her side, looking in the direction Di Qingge had left, and said in a deep voice:

"Young Miss, this girl possesses a Saint Body and is protected by a Great Saint. The Di Clan behind her... is unfathomable. Her talent in the Alchemic Dao is not inferior to yours, Young Miss, and perhaps... even surpasses it."

His tone was grave.

When Di Qingge and Ye Weiyang were exchanging insights, the aura of the Saint Body naturally leaked out; there was nothing to hide.

The smile on Ye Weiyang's face remained tranquil, her grey eyes seemingly piercing through the Void Realm. "Revered Master once said the path of alchemy is vast and endless. To have such a Fellow Daoist to walk with and hone each other against is a blessing."

She lightly inhaled the faint, lingering resonance of the Chaos Pure Flame in the air. "Besides, her flame... is very warm and very pure. The Di Clan... I am quite curious."

She turned, her bamboo staff tapping the ground with a crisp sound as she precisely avoided all obstacles and walked into the house.

Elder Tianxin watched his Young Miss's composed back, then thought of that Great Saint with an aura as aloof as the moon. Finally, he let out a silent sigh and followed her.

The fragrance of tea and the resonance of the Dao discussion from Medicine King Prefecture had not yet fully faded from Di Qingge's heart, but in the Godfall Di Clan, the courtyard belonging to Di Jintian was permeated with a completely different atmosphere.

It was solemn, heavy, and contained a hint of a long-suppressed throb originating from the depths of his Bloodline.

Di Jintian sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet room. His aura was as vast as an abyss or an ocean; at times, a dark-gold divine light flowed, and at others, dark demonic patterns flickered.

Inside his body, the Divine Demon Transformation Cultivation Technique was operating autonomously at an unprecedented speed. The Yin-Yang Twin Fires merged and roared within his Dantian Qi Sea, forming a strange scene of gods and demons dancing together.

Just now, an extremely weak but singular ripple that pierced through the barrier of endless space had, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred intense ripples in the lake of his heart.

This ripple... was ancient and primitive, carrying an attraction that made his blood boil!

"Burial God Ancient Domain..."

Di Jintian slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his dark-gold pupils, phantom images of gods and demons seemed to be roaring.

He whispered to himself, "Finally... it has come again."

The last time he entered that battlefield ruin soaked in the blood of the Netherworld Realm and ancient powerhouses was before the Netherworld Secret Realm had fully manifested.

At that time, his cultivation was still shallow, and Divine Demon Transformation was far from its current level. He could only vaguely sense something in the depths attracting him, calling to the Divine Demon Transformation, but that power was too vast and overbearing. Back then, he was like a mayfly facing stormy waves and could only choose to retreat.

Now, he had reached the Heaven-Reaching Realm Ninth Level, the lower volume of Divine Demon Transformation was completely fused, his God-Demon Nirvana Body had reached Minor Achievement, and he had even awakened the mysterious Space-Time Bloodline!

That once-suppressed throb had now turned into a prairie fire, scorching his Divine Soul.

"There, something belongs to me."

Di Jintian rose abruptly. The dark-gold and dark demonic patterns on his body instantly became clear, flowing like living things. A domineering and peerless terrifying pressure, a Fusion of god and demon, spread out.

Without any hesitation, he took a step forward, and his figure merged into the Void Realm, leaving behind only a circle of spatial ripples that had yet to settle.

Di Jintian had already gained basic mastery over the Space-Time Bloodline and could use his Bloodline Power for spatial shifting.

Burial God Ancient Domain, Entrance.

In Zhenyuan City, the voices of people seethed, and the clamor reached the clouds.

Cultivators from the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Eastern Domain poured in like a tide.

In the sky, various streaks of light shuttled incessantly. Those sword-riding, boat-riding, or beast-taming landed one after another on the massive plaza outside the city.

On both sides of the wide streets, which were broad enough for dozens of horse carriages to pass side-by-side, shops stood in rows, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining rose and fell.

Stalls selling Medicinal Pills, Talismans, weapons, maps, and even fragmented ancient artifacts were lined up one after another. The air was a mix of sweat, the fragrance of Spirit Medicine, and a faint, lingering scent of blood and decay drifting from the depths of the Ancient Domain.

"Freshly released Ancient Domain Map Fragments, marking three newly discovered ruin entrances! Only trading for Top-Grade Spirit Stones or spiritual materials of the same rank!"

"High Grade Earth-Rank Evil-Warding Pill, guaranteed to help you last another hour in the Evil Qi erosion zone! Limited quantity!"

"Teaming up! Teaming up! Exploring Blood Wolf Valley, target is the crystal core of the Heaven-Reaching Realm Yao Beast, Blood-Eyed Demonic Wolf! Requirement: Tongtian Realm Fifth Level or higher, Body Cultivators preferred!"

"Buying weapon shards unearthed from the ancient battlefield at a high price, the more complete the appearance, the better!"

All sorts of Cultivators shuttled through. There were Sect Disciples in groups, wearing uniform clothing and looking arrogant; Loose Cultivators in small groups, their eyes wary and their auras fierce; and lone travelers, some with auras as restrained as an abyss, others as sharp as an unsheathed sword, silently passing through the crowd.

The aura of the Law Realm was everywhere here, and occasionally, one could even sense one or two Venerable Realm pressures as heavy as boulders and heart-palpitating, flashing by. These were experts escorting their younger generations.

However, these Profound Venerables, Earth Venerables, and even stronger existences could only stay in Zhenyuan City. When they looked toward the massive Ancient Domain entrance shrouded in grey mist, their eyes were filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

"Damn it! The rule restrictions of this ghostly place mean those above the Law Realm cannot enter!"

An Earth Venerable Realm old man dressed in magnificent brocade robes with a deep aura cursed with a livid face as he looked at the entrance.

He tried taking a step forward, but an invisible repulsive force instantly erupted, shaking his blood and Qi and sending him back several steps, drawing silent sneers from some nearby low-level Cultivators.

"Save your strength, Old Ghost Wang. This rule barrier is formed by the natural Laws of the ancient battlefield. It cannot be broken by human strength. Even if a Saint came, they might not be able to force their way in. We can only let these juniors go inside and try their luck."

Beside him, an old woman with an equally deep aura leaned on a cane and spoke in a raspy voice, her cloudy eyes flashing with sharp light.

"I heard that a few days ago, a kid named Lin Feng from the Myriad Sword Sect obtained an initiation from the remnant intent of an ancient Sword Saint in a Sword Tomb inside. When he came out, his Sword Intent pierced the sky, nearing the Law Realm!"

"Others say someone found half a page of an Incomplete Manual suspected to be a Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique inside..."

"A Divine-Grade Legacy!" Hearing this, the surrounding Cultivators' breathing grew heavy, and their eyes became even more burning and greedy.

It was precisely these endless rumors of Opportunity that acted like a fatal temptation, driving countless Cultivators to swarm into this ancient battlefield where death and Opportunity coexisted, like moths to a flame.

Although the Venerable Realms were itching with desire, they could only sigh in frustration in Zhenyuan City, placing their hopes on their younger generations.

Di Jintian appeared silently in a relatively secluded street corner of Zhenyuan City, his aura perfectly restrained like an ordinary Heaven-Reaching Realm Cultivator.

His tall figure was not conspicuous in the crowd, but the unique temperament of merged god and demon, along with the indifference and depth contained in his dark-gold pupils, made some keenly perceptive Cultivators subconsciously avoid his side.

His gaze passed over the noisy crowd and directly cast toward the Ancient Domain entrance where space was distorted.

The Divine Demon Transformation inside his body suddenly accelerated. That sense of summoning from the depths became incredibly clear, like an invisible thread piercing through the chaotic spatial ripples, firmly pulling his Divine Soul toward a specific location deep within the Ancient Domain.

"As expected, it's still there... and it's even stronger than last time."