Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 2490 - 2493: Ancestor of the Eight Immortals, Land of Demon Sealing

"Am I dead?"

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, only to find that everything around him was darkness.

He thought he had already entered the Underworld.

All around was bone-piercing cold, as if he were lying inside an Ice Coffin.

He had never been to the Underworld, so he wasn’t very clear about his current situation.

But even if he really was dead, he would still fight his way out of the Underworld to take revenge on Lin Yuetian and An Fengyun.

"Boss, you’re finally awake!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, making Ling Xiao pause for a moment.

This voice was far too familiar—it was Ling Yan’s.

Could it be that Ling Yan had been killed too?

Sigh, what a failure. He had originally thought at least Ling Yan could escape and avenge him in the future.

Looking at it now, they could only kill their way out from the Underworld.

"Ling Yan, don’t be afraid. Even if us brothers are both dead, we can still cut our way out of this Underworld."

At any time, Ling Xiao would never give up hope.

Since he still had consciousness, that meant even in death he could still Cultivate, so he didn’t care at all.

"Boss, we’re not dead!"

Listening to it, Ling Yan’s voice was extremely weak.

"Not dead?"

Ling Xiao froze for a moment, then circulated his Inner strength, and found that the power in his body had not only not weakened, it even showed signs of having been raised.

He had actually, without noticing, advanced to the very last step before the First Cycle of Yin-Yang Realm, Fourth Layer of Hell.

He was just one push from an external force away from breaking through.

"Crack!"

Something seemed to shatter.

A beam of light shone in from outside.

Only then did Ling Xiao realize that he really was wrapped inside an Ice Coffin.

Through the crack in the shattered Ice Coffin, he saw Ling Yan.

Ling Yan at this moment could only be described as utterly miserable.

His whole body was so thin he looked like skin wrapped over bone, and his Cultivation Level had actually fallen all the way back to zero.

"How could this be?"

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, then fragments of memory surfaced in his mind.

He held his head and pondered for a while, and finally couldn’t help his eyes turning red.

"Why are you so stupid? For my sake, you actually ruined your lifetime of hope."

Ling Xiao now understood everything that had happened.

Back when Ling Yan had served as Sect Leader of Eight Immortals Mountain, he had researched this deep sea, and had even created a Magical Treasure that allowed one to not die in this deep sea.

This time, it was relying on this Magical Treasure that he ensured they didn’t die.

But this Magical Treasure would continuously drain Ling Yan’s Inner strength and physical strength during use.

The fact that Ling Yan wasn’t dead was really sheer luck.

"Boss, what are you saying? You risked your life to save me. I merely lost my Cultivation Level, it’s not like I died."

Ling Yan said with a smile.

"Good brother, I, Ling Xiao, swear I will never let you become a cripple!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and rammed the Ice Coffin open.

This Ice Coffin should be something that could help Martial Artists recover stamina and heal injuries.

At the critical moment, Ling Yan had given this thing to Ling Xiao to use.

Ling Xiao etched this bond deeply in his heart.

He hurriedly took out life-saving pills for Ling Yan to take, to make sure Ling Yan wouldn’t die of weakness.

Then, he let Ling Yan temporarily enter the Beast Ring to rest.

"Shen Dian, are you alright?"

Ling Xiao remembered that Shen Dian seemed to have jumped down as well.

"Master, rest assured. I am a Soul Body; this deep sea cannot harm me."

Shen Dian’s voice rang out, and Ling Xiao finally let out a breath of relief.

But how to get out of this damned place was now the problem.

Only by leaving here would it be possible to treat Ling Yan’s injuries.

There were no Medicinal Materials here, the conditions were poor, and the Spiritual Qi was extremely scarce. Wanting to Cultivate here was practically unrealistic.

He stood up and began looking around, hoping he could find a way out.

Here, he could still endure for the time being, but Ling Yan couldn’t be delayed. If this dragged on, he really would die.

"No matter what, I can’t give up!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, activated the Tai Chi Eye, released his Soul Power, and began searching for a path that could lead outside.

Although his courtyard was protected by an Array Formation, if he didn’t return for a long time, those bastards from Eight Immortals Mountain would probably find a way to blast it open.

When that time came, his friends would inevitably suffer torment.

He didn’t know how Shanzhu was doing, whether he had escaped.

And his big sister—would she be implicated because of him?

Though the Yue Clan had promised to protect Ling Jiaojiao—

But now that his whereabouts were unknown, Heiye Wuxing probably wouldn’t be in a good situation either.

Could the Yue Clan still manage to protect Ling Jiaojiao?

Ling Xiao found that very doubtful.

Precisely because of all this, his anxiety only grew.

"Hm?"

Just as he was at his most anxious, he suddenly discovered that in this seemingly boundless deep sea, there were actually eight enormous tombstones.

Below the tombstones, there were no graves.

Instead, eight coffins were placed there directly.

These eight coffins, made completely of Bronze, were bound by heavy iron chains, upon which strange inscriptions flickered.

Clearly, the things inside were being sealed.

Eight coffins?

Eight tombstones?

Could this have something to do with the legendary founding ancestors of Eight Immortals Mountain?

It was said that the founding ancestors of Eight Immortals Mountain were eight people, eight ancients with extremely high Cultivation.

But if it really was them, why were they trapped here?

Ling Xiao couldn’t quite figure it out, but since he couldn’t find an exit anyway, with his bold nature he certainly wouldn’t mind going to take a look.

Thinking this, he quickened his pace and ran in that direction.

Once he got close, he felt even more clearly just how terrifying these eight tombstones were.

All of them were pitch-black.

Standing nearby, Ling Xiao felt as insignificant as an ant.

From the tombstones, a powerful force was continuously being released. This power was so overwhelming that Ling Xiao could barely withstand it, to the point that he had no choice but to release the Tyrant Sky Martial Soul.

Anyway there was no one else here, so he wasn’t afraid of exposing it.

The instant the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit Release appeared, the terrifying pressure from the eight tombstones actually shrank back.

It was like eight terrifying ferocious beasts had encountered an even more frightening Beast King.

"Sands Heart Demon, Earthquake Heart Demon, Sword Heart Demon, Snake Heart Demon, Dark Heart Demon, Moon Heart Demon, Bird Heart Demon!"

These were the words carved on the eight tombstones.

And in the center of the eight tombstones, there was also a huge boulder, upon which a short passage of text was carved.

The meaning wasn’t hard to understand: "I have Cultivated for thousands of years, and at last refined the Eight Immortals Body, yet the Heart Demons are hard to eradicate.

Thus I split one body into Eight Immortals and sealed the eight kinds of Heart Demon here.

If any descendants accidentally arrive here, you must not recklessly tamper with them!"

After reading this, Ling Xiao understood at once.

This should be the place where that founding ancestor of Eight Immortals Mountain had sealed the eight kinds of Heart Demon.

That founding master was terrifying enough to have actually Cultivated eight Avatars.

Others thought the Eight Immortals were eight people, but they didn’t know that the Eight Immortals were in fact only one person.

"You tell me not to touch it? I just have to touch it!"

Ling Xiao revealed a faint smile.

They were already trapped here anyway. With no way to the heavens and no path into the earth, rather than waiting to die, he might as well do something. Maybe he could change his situation.

At worst, he would just die. That was better than rotting away trapped here.

With that thought, he began to examine the chains on the eight coffins.

The heavy chains were incomparably huge.

They looked extremely frightening.

But Ling Xiao knew very well that the key didn’t lie in these chains, but in the inscriptions on the chains.