Chapter 6: Watching the Immortal Battle from Zuoshan

The Void Abyss, located in the far east of Great Xuan, is bottomless and shrouded in thick White Mist all year round. If one were to accidentally fall in, they would surely end up with not even bones remaining.

No one knows what lies beneath the Void Abyss. A place where even birds do not venture, it has been a forbidden zone for humans for many years.

Li Fan, through his experience in the previous simulation, knew that the thick White Mist above the Void Abyss dissipates once every fifteen years. Today, he came to the Void Abyss to see it with his own eyes.

After all, if his guess was correct, the two Immortal Cultivators, Dao Xuanzi and Kou Hong, likely came to this Immortal Extinction Land through the Void Abyss.

Li Fan stood silently, watching the daunting, endless abyss not far away, waiting patiently.

He did not know how much time had passed when the thick White Mist, exuding an ancient aura, finally began to change.

"Woo…"

It sounded like the low howl of an ancient beast faintly coming from below. As the sound grew louder, everyone could hear clearly that it was actually the sound of the wind!

The thick White Mist was stirred, creating ripples layer upon layer.

Then the wind grew stronger, and a large amount of White Mist was forced to surge out from the Void Abyss, rushing straight into the sky like a reversed waterfall.

Such a strong wind lasted for a good half an hour before the heavy, thick fog finally dissipated.

With a grave expression, Li Fan took out his binoculars and looked toward the bottom of the Void Abyss.

At first, the bottom of the Void Abyss was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Gradually, little specks of light began to appear.

After a long time, the bottom of the Void Abyss shone brightly, and an inverted scene, like a mirage, entered Li Fan's eyes.

According to intelligence, the scenes that appear at the bottom of the Void Abyss are different for everyone who looks at them.

And the scene before Li Fan shook his very soul.

A dilapidated mountain gate, with collapsed buildings everywhere. The ground and walls, full of cracks, were filled with traces of blades, swords, and Spell impacts.

Several areas even seemed to be soaked in blood, presenting an eerie, dark red color.

The scattered corpses and weapons strewn all over the ground seemed to silently recount a catastrophe that occurred many years ago.

Li Fan was filled with shock. He shifted his view and saw four large characters carved into the smooth, sheer cliff of a mountain.

"The Dao of Immortals has perished!"

The four characters were blackish-red, as if written in fresh blood.

Even though separated by an unknown distance, upon seeing these four characters, Li Fan could feel the unspeakable fear and despair contained within them.

"The Dao of Immortals has perished… What kind of catastrophe happened here? And what exactly occurred in the entire Cultivation World?" Li Fan remained immersed in the scene, silent for a long time.

The heavy fog only dissipated for half a day before beginning to condense again, and Li Fan returned to Xuan Capital.

Afterwards, time flowed on, and soon it was the fiftieth year of the anchor.

On this day, which was Li Fan's seventieth birthday, thousands of soldiers in Mystic Capital City stood in battle formation.

"Dao Xuanzi! Do not push me too far!"

Kou Hong turned and shouted angrily, hovering in the sky above Mystic Capital City.

However, before Dao Xuanzi could respond, voices came from below, echoing throughout Xuan Capital.

"Kou Hong, you brat! We have been waiting here for a long time under the orders of Immortal Master Dao Xuanzi!"

Along with the voices came an overwhelming hail of bullets.

Caught off guard, Kou Hong was hit squarely.

"How is this possible? Did Dao Xuanzi know long ago that I would flee here? When did he become so scheming?!" Kou Hong was both shocked and furious.

Immediately after, Kou Hong discovered with horror that his spiritual power was being rapidly depleted while defending against these Magical Artifacts. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Kou Hong understood instantly.

"Immortal-Mortal Miasma!? Dao Xuanzi, you are truly despicable!" Kou Hong looked at the arriving Dao Xuanzi with disbelief, as if seeing this close friend of a hundred years for the first time.

At this moment, Dao Xuanzi was somewhat bewildered.

"What is going on with these Mortals? Why are they attacking Kou Hong under my banner? And they can actually use the Immortal-Mortal Miasma?" The situation was sudden, and Dao Xuanzi's mind went blank for a moment.

But seeing Kou Hong, who was already in a state of extreme rage not far away, Dao Xuanzi suddenly shuddered.

"This place is somewhat strange! Kou Hong, these Mortals were not instigated by me!" Dao Xuanzi hurriedly explained.

"What? Do you dare to do it but not admit it?" Kou Hong laughed in extreme anger. "Or are you afraid that after the matter of using the Immortal-Mortal Miasma spreads, you will be hunted down by all Cultivators? Or perhaps you are more worried that your good reputation, built over a hundred years, will be destroyed overnight?"

Dao Xuanzi knew his brother's temper well and knew that he had lost his reason, so he was afraid that whatever he said would fall on deaf ears.

Dao Xuanzi faintly felt that he had fallen into a trap.

The eerie atmosphere here gave him a significant sense of crisis.

Fighting with Kou Hong right now was not a wise move.

Therefore, he still patiently explained to Kou Hong: "We have known each other for a hundred years; when have you ever seen me tell a lie? This place really is not…"

However, before he could finish his sentence, an old voice suddenly came from all directions, cutting him off abruptly.

"Why is Immortal Master Dao Xuanzi turning back on his word? Wasn't it agreed that as long as we assisted you in killing this Kou Hong here and seizing his Core Formation Technique, you would lead my clan away from this Immortal Extinction Land?" The voice sounded somewhat aggrieved, and also carried a hint of resentment.

"Core Formation Technique!?" Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi's expressions changed simultaneously upon hearing this.

"And you still say it isn't you! Besides you and me, who else in this world would know about this matter!" Kou Hong's hair and beard stood on end, clearly enraged to the extreme.

"This person actually knows about the Core Formation Technique…" Dao Xuanzi's heart sank completely.

The voice below continued to speak to itself: "You must know, for that Immortal-Mortal Miasma you spoke of, we have incurred public wrath. Now the world is seething with resentment. If the Immortal Master cannot keep the promise to take us out, I fear it won't be long before my clan meets its end!"

Being slandered, Dao Xuanzi felt agitated and shouted: "Shameless villain, hold your tongue!"

He flew toward the source of the sound, wanting to find the mastermind, but only saw a strange rectangular object. The sound was coming from within it. And similar things were spread throughout the entire Mystic Capital City; there was no telling how many more there were!

"To be so cautious…" Dao Xuanzi was extremely helpless.

"Does the Immortal Master intend to silence us now?" The mocking words continued to come from within.

Dao Xuanzi gritted his teeth, making a clattering sound, and crushed it to pieces.

But in Kou Hong's eyes, it looked as if Dao Xuanzi, having been exposed, was acting out of shame and anger to silence the witness.

Kou Hong roared toward the sky: "Dao Xuanzi! We have known each other for a hundred years; I never thought I would have misjudged you! If you want the Core Formation Technique, why resort to such underhanded means? I won't run anymore; if you have the ability, come and take it!"

"Dao Spell: Fire Dragon's Rage!"

A furious fire dragon circled Kou Hong, letting out a roar that shook the heavens.

The fire dragon glared ahead, spitting a long stream of Crimson Flame from its mouth, heading straight for Dao Xuanzi.

Dao Xuanzi sighed helplessly. With a soft hum, a Flying Sword appeared out of thin air behind him, turning into a streak of white light as it met the Crimson Flame.