The Prodigies War

Chapter 541

The sky was silent and still, and the sea was calm, without a single ripple on its surface.

However, the eerie silence made everyone on the ship feel a blood-chilling danger.

The treasure ship emitted a dazzling glow as mysterious runes circulated and produced an invisible force around the ship.

Wisps of dark mist were imperceptibly rising from the sea surface, but as the ship slowly navigated forward, the mist grew thicker and darker.

Soon, the ship came to an abrupt stop. At the same time, an ancient altar floated up on the misty black sea!

The altar, constructed from various rare stones, was around the size of a small hill. It looked old and disused like it had survived ancient times.

Everyone’s vision seemed to change when they looked at the altar. Stars seemed to be shifting, time seemed to be altering, and everything in the world was changing. Everyone’s Spirit seemed to be sinking into the illusion!

“Tut!”

Elder Gao Yang’s voice suddenly rang in everyone’s ears, snapping the disciples out of their hypnotized state.

It was terrifying. It was an ancient altar that could make people lose their Spirit.

Even Lin Xun was bewildered. His Spirit had become incredibly powerful after he practiced the Little Divine Meditation Art, but even so, the power exuding from the altar still affected him.

“It is an ancient teleportation altar that can cross time and space, move between the nine skies and ten lands, and transport people to wherever they want.”

Elder Gao Yang explained, “Unlike present teleportation formations, the ancient teleportation altars can open up the barriers of the world, penetrate the voids beyond the starry sky, and reach everywhere!”

Everyone inhaled sharply, amazed at the ability of people in ancient times.

“Only true ancient Saints and sages can set up such amazing altars. Moreover, such altars were generally used by Saints because experts below the Saint Stage lacked the power to operate them.”

Elder Gao Yang’s eyes shined with a strange light as he reminisced about the glorious days of ancient times.

“Elder, it’s a treasure of a Saint from ancient times. Shall we take it with us?” Wen Xiang said aloud, eyeing the altar covetously. He rolled up his sleeves, eager to get into action.

The others were also tempted to act. No one expected a teleportation altar set up by a Saint of ancient times would exist in the Spirit Burial Sea.

“Even if you take it, you can’t use it. At most, you can investigate and appreciate the remains of the altar left by the Saint!”

“It’s already damaged, destroyed, and integrated with this sea region. Even a Life Death Stage King won’t be able to take it away.” Elder Gao Yang dispelled the disciples’ covetous thoughts.

“Then can we move closer and investigate?” Wen Xiang said bitterly.

“No way!” Elder Gao Yang immediately refused.

“The difference in power is too great. If you recklessly get closer, the remnant saint aura left behind can turn your Spirit to dust!”

Wen Xiang gave up.

However, Lin Xun couldn’t calm his emotions. A damaged ancient altar from ancient times still contains a wisp of Saint aura that can crumble a cultivator’s Spirit. How terrifying was the power of the Saint?

“The appearance of the altar shows that we are on the right track. From now on, you must be ready to fight at all times!” reminded Elder Gao Yang.

There were bound to be many calamities and dangers along the way so they had to pay extra attention.

Everyone was chilled to the bone.

They hadn’t reached the deva secret domain, but it was already so dangerous. They fully understood the mystery and terror of the Spirit Burial Sea.

Elder Gao Yang took out several talismans and distributed them among Xiao Ran, Zhao Jingxuan, Su Xingfeng, Yun Che, Wen Xiang and Gong Yangyu.

The talismans were golden-bright as though they were cast from bronze and were in the shape of cicadas. They were called Golden Cicada Talismans and symbolized golden cicadas shedding their shells. In situations with the danger of death, it could die on behalf of a cultivator.

In other words, the talisman provided a second life. Only ancient Daoist sects such as Spirit Treasure Holy Land could own such a valuable treasure.

Lin Xun stared at the talisman helplessly. As a servant, he was not qualified to be given one.

Zhao Jingxuan stepped forward and asked Elder Gao Yang for a golden cicada talisman for Lin Xun, but was unsuccessful.

“Hah, Junior Sister Zhao is so caring towards the servant from a lower domain world,” sneered Su Xingfeng, his voice grating and his gaze cold and indifferent.

Zhao Jingxuan shot a glance at him and said nothing.

Lin Xun pretended that he didn’t hear it. He kept silent, but to his surprise, Su Xingfeng’s voice rang in his ear, “Little trash, you have to be careful along the way. If you encounter an accident, even Junior Sister Zhao may not be able to save you.”

It was an undisguised threat.

A flicker of murderous intent rose in Lin Xun’s heart. It seems like Su Xingfeng is still thinking about getting revenge for his servant and doesn’t intend to let me go.

The ship continued onwards, but it was traveling noticeably slower. Ever since it arrived at Spirit Burial Sea, the atmosphere had become eerie and deathly quiet.

Although there were no natural disasters such as thunderstorms, hurricanes, storms and turbulent airflow, everyone knew that it was more dangerous than before.

The dark sea surface was still and silent with dark mist spiraling up.

Zhao Jingxuan, an elegant and intelligent woman, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Heavens! What is that?”

The others stared aghast at the scene ahead.

A corpse hundreds of feet long was floating on the sea surface. Its body was covered with tattered armor, producing a cold metallic sheen.

It had a peculiar appearance, resembling a human being, but it had three eyes and six arms!

“It’s a mighty expert of the Three-Eyed Clan. The fact that he has cultivated six arms means he has set foot on the path of immortality. The clan was extremely powerful and terrifying in ancient times, but it has faded over time. I never thought a corpse from the Three-Eyed Clan would appear in such a place!” Elder Gao Yang exclaimed.

Everyone couldn’t compose themselves. The Three-Eyed Clan! One of the overlord clans in ancient times. Who would dare to imagine that they would catch a glimpse of the true face of its clansmen after so many years?

It was a pity that the expert had been dead for many years and corroded into a rotten corpse.

“It is an expert who has stepped onto the path of immortality. His belongings will be of unbelievable value. Maybe they will trace back to the secret cultivation arts of the clan!” Su Xingfeng’s eyes lit up.

He ordered a servant to leave the ship and investigate the corroded corpse.

Swoosh!

However, before the servant neared the corpse, a beam of black light shot out from the corpse, piercing a hole into the servant’s forehead!

“Ahhh...” The servant let out a shrill scream, and before he could even struggle, the black light had swallowed half of his body.

Everything happened too quickly. The servant lost his life before Elder Gao Yang could react.

The scene was very tragic. The servant’s entire body was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

However, everyone noticed that the black light came from a black-haired monster with a nimble snake-like body and a head covered with blood-colored fangs. It resembled a malicious spirit with black qi all over its body.

What is that thing?

Everyone gasped. The servant was a Spirit Sea expert who followed Su Xingfeng everywhere, but he was killed and devoured by a black-haired monster before he could react.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, Elder Gao Yang took action. From afar, he grabbed the black-haired monster and crushed it into wisps of black mist.

The malicious spirit didn’t have a real physical body.

“They are wraiths formed from the resentment and evil of the experts who perished here. I must remind you all again—be careful, there are many strange things in Spirit Burial Sea, and I can’t guarantee that I can protect you all every time.”

Elder Gao Yang’s solemn reminder made everyone turn pale.

The ship continued to move forward. Lin Xun couldn’t help but look back and saw countless wraiths gathering around the Three-Eyed Clan corpse floating on the sea. There were thousands of them, all with scarlet red eyes and malicious expressions.

Even if Lin Xun was always calm and composed, his scalp still turned numb. There were too many wraiths. They were like an army from hell.

Huh?

Just as Lin Xun was about to retract his gaze, a graceful figure flickered across the Three-Eyed Clan’s corpse and vanished among the thousands of wraiths.

Lin Xun shuddered. Is that figure illusory or real?

He focused his gaze, but unfortunately, he couldn’t see it again.

It only made him more aware of the strangeness and mysteriousness of Spirit Burial Sea…He first saw an altar set up by a Saint of ancient times, then he encountered a corpse of the Three-Eyed Clan and endless wraiths….

Everything was too frightening.

Spirit Burial Sea was too vast and boundless.

One hour later.

Elder Gao Yang suddenly issued a warning, “This is bad! Be prepared to fight!”

“Huh?”

“Is there an enemy?”

Xiao Ran, Zhao Jingxuan and the others were bewildered. They couldn’t see any living beings, but they didn’t dare to be careless.

Ahead was the deathly still black sea, but a low and deep horn suddenly sounded. It was like the bugle call of an army from hell, announcing its arrival.

At the same time, the dark fog that enveloped the world thickened.

Lin Xun tensed up and his hair stood on end.