Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

"Indeed, the legendary Kunlun is more than just the Heavenly Palace!"

After some exploration, Huo Wuheng also found the passage to the entrance of the small world.

Feeling the strange energy emanating from it, his eyes lit up.

Carefully, he took out a piece of cloth from his storage ring and threw it into the sky.

Covering the passage.

"Conceal!"

A flash of magical light passed by, and Huo Wuheng turned to look at the square.

His figure disappeared into the passage.

He wasn't sure how much time his arrangement would delay.

At the same time, he felt extremely pleased.

Take a look.

Void Returning is playing with Scattered Immortal, a powerful being.

At this moment.

Walking like the wind, he walked out of a small path and immediately felt a sense of clarity.

In front of him, a beam of light soared into the sky, exuding a sacred aura.

Like a pillar supporting the heavens.

The brilliance was dazzling.

"This is the light of the Flying Immortal!"

Walking like the wind's pupils contracted. At this moment, he recalled the records in ancient books.

It is rumored that before Kunlun hid from the world, it appeared in the mortal realm.

In the central palace of Kunlun, a pillar of the Flying Immortal bloomed, directly connecting to the immortal realm!

It served as a passage between the two realms.

Even mortals could enter the immortal realm through the Flying Immortal passage.

Thinking of this, his figure began to tremble with excitement.

What is the ultimate goal of cultivators in this world?

To become an immortal!

In front of him, there was a grand avenue.

In his ears, it seemed that demons were whispering, telling him.

As long as he rushed into the Flying Immortal passage, he could instantly become an immortal!

Suppressing his excited expression, he carefully entered the dense forest in front of him.

Carefully and cautiously, he advanced towards the central palace of Kunlun.

After a cup of tea's time, Huo Wuheng also arrived here.

When he saw the light of the Flying Immortal, he was not as calm as Walking like the wind.

He couldn't wait to move forward.

In the central area of the Kunlun Plateau.

Many mountains had already appeared here.

Chen Chuhao and Chen Chufan arrived here and stopped beside a huge rock.

"This place was once a glorious era!"

The murals were extremely ancient, and the colors had faded a lot.

But one could still see traces of the glorious era recorded above.

Chen Chufan, however, frowned and continuously released his mana to explore the murals.

"What did you find?"

Seeing Chen Chufan's unusual state, Chen Chuhao asked.

"There is something else in the murals!"

"Something else?!"

Chen Chuhao was about to take action and shatter the mural to see what was hidden.

But Chen Chufan shook his head and stopped Chen Chuhao.

"Let me do it."

Chen Chufan searched the wall and pressed hard on the painted throne.

A loud rumbling sound was heard.

The wall in front began to shake, rippling like water.

Suddenly, it turned into a vortex and sucked the two of them in.

The scene quickly spun.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a dilapidated castle.

It resembled the castle depicted in the mural.

"Have we been pulled into the painting?"

Chen Chuhao said cautiously, drawing his heavy sword from his back.

"No, this is a real existence."

Chen Chufan didn't explain much, found the right direction, and walked towards the castle.

As they walked, the castle revealed its dilapidated appearance, like two completely different worlds compared to the outside world.

Around the castle, countless corpses were scattered, causing great horror.

When they reached the front of the castle, they found that the castle gate was tightly closed, despite being in ruins.

The pressure brought by this ancient castle, along with the oppressive atmosphere, weighed heavily on the two individuals.

It was completely opposite to the prosperity depicted in the murals.

What was presented was more of desolation and decay.

"I apologize for the disturbance caused by my arrival, and I hope the senior can forgive me!"

Chen Chuhao respectfully clasped his fists in front of the castle.

After a moment, the castle gate trembled.

And slowly opened.

Even though it had been lonely for millions of years, the opening of the gate did not stir up any dust.

Inside the gate, it was incredibly dark.

"Cough... cough..."

"The descendant of the Holy Vein, welcome."

A hoarse voice came from inside the gate.

Lights lit up in the castle.

Contrasted with the gloomy surroundings, it became even more terrifying.

"Forgive me for falling for so long, I can no longer restore my little world."

"It's quite dilapidated, I'm sorry for the embarrassment."

Since they had come, the two of them didn't say anything and stepped into the castle.

Along the way, flames ignited by an unknown lamp oil illuminated the entire front hall of the castle.

In the center of the front hall, there was a throne placed quietly.

Above it, a corpse wearing a crown nodded slightly.

"Regretful and immortal."

Chen Chuhao said lightly. On Death Island, he had seen many creatures of this type, he didn't know how many.

Looking closely, he could see the immortal mark on the skeleton.

"The Immortal Mark."

"Was the senior a True Immortal in his lifetime?"

Chen Chuhao noticed the mark on the skeleton and spoke.

The other party immediately laughed.

"It's worthy of being a bloodline with the Holy Blood. Even before becoming an immortal, you can see the immortal mark on my skeleton."

"But, I dare not call myself a True Immortal."

The corpse shook its head.

Chen Chuhao also remained silent, just quietly observing him.

After a while, he continued:

"Why has the senior remained here for so long? What is it for?"

Finally, Chen Chuhao asked the question he was curious about, based on the information he had obtained from Kunlun.

And judging from the degree of dilapidation of the castle in front of him, it had been at least a million years.

The corpse smiled and said, "Naturally, I am waiting for someone with fate."

"For millions of years, my master instructed me to wait for the day when Kunlun would open on its own, and to welcome the first human being to come to me."

Before the corpse finished speaking, Chen Chuhao interrupted:

"Did Xiwu Mo fall?"

The corpse visibly paused.

In its eye sockets, flickered ghostly flames, like phantoms.

A skull stared at Chen Chuhao's face.

"How do you know the name of my master?!"

Chen Chuhao's eyes rippled with complexity upon hearing this, but he didn't answer.

"You haven't answered my question."

"He fell, not even a trace of his true soul remained."

The corpse's tone was eerie, then it continued to gaze at Chen Chuhao.

"I have answered you, now you can tell me my question."

But Chen Chuhao ignored it, brushing past the corpse and sitting alone on the throne.

The corpse was dumbfounded.

Chen Chuhao was also dumbfounded.

Chen Chuhao quietly infused his mana into the heavy sword.

"You're quite an interesting junior."

The corpse was not angry either, turning its head to stare at Chen Chuhao.

"Are you the eldest or the second?"

"Or perhaps, you are Xiao Lulu? The peerless Celestial Immortal who boasted in front of Tianming True Immortal that he would beat you to a pulp in ten thousand years?"

The corpse was stunned, its body trembling, and its bones creaking.

The ghostly flames in its eye sockets flickered, and the lights in the hall suddenly turned into ghostly fires.

A cold breath swept through.

But Chen Chuhao remained calm, sitting on the throne with his legs crossed, smiling at the corpse.

"Who are you?"