Eternal Tale

Burp!

Chen Xun’s face looked as if he had eaten something foul, struggling to expel another puff of black smoke. His internal organs, along with his divine sense and soul, felt as if they had been scorched.

Black Bull lay half-slumped beside him, its four hooves twitching, still not fully recovered. Their collective power had been obliterated by the lightning, but fortunately, the system allowed them to add points to the next realm in advance.

If they hadn’t reached the threshold, breaking through to the Unity stage, the 270-point defense boost might not have been enough to withstand it.

Of course, they wouldn’t have taken the risk without maxing out, but even the 350-point system boost seemed insufficient.

The tribulation had left them utterly dazed, with all their trump cards exhausted and two primordial spirits obliterated. If not for the life-saving flower as a last resort, they would have perished within the Babel Tower.

The Great Ascension tribulation in this immortal realm, just a single bolt of lightning, nearly had them hovering between life and death, completely breaking their defenses, essentially causing them to fall twice.

”Bull...” Chen Xun, missing a few teeth, spoke with a lisp, his hand still trembling as he gripped his axe. ”We really need to take a good rest this time; we’ve lost two primordial spirits...”

”Moo...” Black Bull let out a soft moo, not moving an inch, maintaining a rather awkward posture.

What Great Ascension Venerable... It just wanted a sip of health tea to steady its Dao heart.Black Bull felt no joy in its heart, having danced on the edge of death twice, only feeling the relief of surviving a disaster.

Chen Xun let out another black smoke-filled burp, falling into silence, his mind blank, sitting to rest. It was the first time he so desired rest, finding sitting to be quite pleasant.

The next day.

The unusual state of this man and bull caught the attention of a few Void Refinement cultivators. A man with a calm demeanor, carrying a wooden sword on his back, approached them slowly.

By the boulder, Chen Xun barely lifted his eyelids, looking exhausted, while Black Bull remained in its half-lying position.

The man with the wooden sword stopped a short distance from them, cupping his hands in greeting, ”Fellow Daoist, I am Zhu Xian, having climbed to the 312th floor of the Babel Tower. Your unusual state, could it be due to some calamity or anomaly on a certain floor of the tower?”

Zhu Xian smiled slightly after speaking, a hint of confidence in his eyes, but not arrogance. Gathering more information was always beneficial and wouldn’t take much time.

”Heh. Hehe, Fellow Daoist, I am ’Chen Xun’, we only climbed to a little over a hundred ’floors’, got struck by lightning...”

Chen Xun spoke with a lisp, cupping his hands, his smile pure, ”Impressive, Fellow Daoist, to have climbed over three hundred ’floors’.”

Zhu Xian’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing this. How could a cultivator speak with a lisp, and how did climbing just over a hundred floors leave them in such a state?

He had been through there himself, and the lightning wasn’t that exaggerated...

Moreover, why did this person keep burping black smoke? Judging by his aura, he was undoubtedly a late Void Refinement stage cultivator, and having emerged from the Babel Tower, he couldn’t possibly be some senior.

Zhu Xian thought of this and shook his head with a smile, ”I see, I was presumptuous. Fellow Daoist Chen Xun, until we meet again.”

”Alright.”

”Moo...”

Chen Xun and Black Bull exchanged a weak greeting, truly unable to recover in just one day.

Zhu Xian cupped his hands and departed, feeling a bit of sympathy. This might be the helplessness of ordinary cultivators, having exhausted all their strength just to reach over a hundred floors of the Babel Tower.

His confidence and determination grew even stronger, pausing to look up at the endless Babel Tower.

Suddenly.

A golden misty path unfolded across the sky, like a long dragon.

Three Domain Crossing Space Boats of different shapes flew from the distant sky, engraved with special runes, unmistakably from the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate of Xuanwei Heaven!

Zhu Xian’s eyes were filled with shock, his confidence instantly vanishing, leaving him staring in awe. The legends of the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate were numerous.

But what stood out most about this gate wasn’t its prodigies, but its exceptionally special status, being the builders of immortal tombs for countless immortal Dao powerhouses!

This gate was majestic and imposing, with strict rules and a long-standing legacy, boasting extensive connections among the myriad clans.

The Nine Dragons Mystic Gate was a transcendent force that even true immortal Dao powerhouses dared not offend lightly, renowned across the celestial domain.

It was said that the distant Cloud Immortal Splendor and the immortal tombs of the Heavenly Melody Immortal Kingdom were constructed by this gate!

Zhu Xian was utterly astonished, just the name alone had drained his spirit, their strength belonging to a different world of cultivators.

At this moment, the ground also echoed with exclamations from various beings, for it wasn’t easy to witness the cultivators of the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate, and many who had their eyes on the Babel List now turned their attention to them.

In the sky.

A group of powerful cultivators from the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate emerged from the Domain Crossing Space Boats, their attire differing by gender. The male cultivators wore black robes embroidered with nine crimson dragons, exuding a majestic aura that was intimidating.

The female cultivators wore long white dresses, adorned with nine silver dragons, as vivid as white jade carvings, their expressions cold and unsmiling.

These cultivators from the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate walked out of the Domain Crossing Space Boats in orderly fashion, their presence powerful and sharp, their gazes carrying a hint of sternness, slightly overlooking the earth, remaining silent.

At the forefront stood a man and a woman. The man wore a black jade crown, his eyes deep as night, exuding coldness and authority, as if the myriad clans of cultivators on the plain were beneath his notice.

This was the current Seventh Young Master of the Nine Dragons Mystic Gate, Qionghua Yanbin.

It was said that from the moment of his birth, he possessed a Dao Spirit Root, above the Sacred Spirit Root and below the Immortal Spirit Root, already chosen as a successor candidate.

Beside him stood a young woman, her features delicate and well-defined, her skin fair as snow, smooth and tender, exuding a nearly tangible luster.

She smiled slightly, her hair falling like black feathers, gently swaying with the breeze. She was Qionghua Shuiyu, who had once crossed paths with Chen Xun.

Qionghua Yanbin spoke with a calm voice, ”Have Ji Yan and the others exited the Babel Tower? The ones from Celestial Sky won’t pursue this matter further, will they?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a Unity cultivator stepped forward, respectfully replying, ”Reporting to the Seventh Young Master, those stationed have seen them exit the tower today, but there are many of them... gathered in one place.”

”A message has been sent to those from Celestial Sky, saying that since they have left the Immortal Prison, they will no longer interfere, the grievances are settled.”

”Good, I will wait for him here.”

Qionghua Yanbin’s voice was utterly calm, his gaze fixed ahead, not even glancing at the cultivator beside him.

Qionghua Shuiyu stood by with a cheerful smile, saying nothing.

She had come with her seventh brother to see the world, not involving herself in other matters, nor asking or meddling, for she didn’t understand.

Her gaze suddenly brightened as she looked at the ground, spotting two familiar figures, those two incredibly interesting fellow Daoists!