Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Chapter 371: Chapter 23: The Passage and the Dead Spirit

The Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons Stele was too terrifying, Lin Feng spat out blood from the impact, and Sikong Zhaiyue’s condition was even worse than Lin Feng’s.

Whoosh…

Both of them quickly retreated, distancing themselves from the Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons Stele, and only then did the terrifying murderous intent vanish without a trace.

Lin Feng said with a bitter smile, “Just observing the Three-eyed Demon Wolf, the Great Demon, and the Blood-colored Centipede lifting the Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons Stele to suppress Qiongqi’s Primordial Spirit from afar, it hadn’t occurred to us that we wouldn’t even possess the ability to take a closer look at the stele, nearly getting blasted to death”!

Sikong Zhaiyue said, “This Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons Stele is too bizarre, perhaps it really was constructed to suppress the Divine Spirits and Demonic beings who perished on the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.”

Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue quickly left this contentious place.

“Where are they? Where?”

More than an hour after they had left, an old servant also followed, his killing intent almost materializing.

The old servant’s howls shook the heavens, searching for the whereabouts of Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue.

But Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue had already departed.

“You can’t escape, I can feel your faint presence, and no matter where you flee to, even to the ends of heaven and sea, I’ll kill you in vengeance for the Young Master.”

The old servant’s face twisted, quickly giving chase.

…

Boom rumble…

Sounds of earth-shattering magnitude spread out, deep within the world of black fog, where the Army of the Dead Spirit appeared, and not just one wave.

The Army of the Dead Spirit blocked the entrance to the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

Many cultivators wandered in the outer area, all waiting for an opportunity.

“Excuse me, friend, why are there so many Dead Spirit armies here?” Lin Feng asked a cultivator in his twenties, greeting him with a fist salute.

The cultivator said, “At the deepest part of the black fog world lies a Land of Dead Spirits. See, right there in the depths of the mountains? These Dead Spirit armies all come from within the Land of Dead Spirits. It is said that in life, they were an extremely powerful Ancient Force, under the rule of the Ancient Demons. However, during the outbreak of the great Ancient Era war between Gods and Demons, they betrayed the Ancient Demons to join the Divine Spirit Army, and thus they were cursed by the Ancient Demons. After the war, those cursed transformed into Dead Spirits of the Ancient God Demon Battlefield forever, guarding this black fog world to prevent outsiders from entering the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.”

“The cursed army…”

Lin Feng was shocked.

He paused for a moment, then continued, “If this Dead Spirit army is blocking the pathway into the God Demon Battlefield, then nobody else can enter either.”

“At night, the pathway to the God Demon Battlefield will open. At that time, cultivators can forcibly break through, but of course, they will be attacked by the Dead Spirit army. Then it will be a matter of each person’s own capability,” the cultivator explained.

“So it’s like that, everyone is waiting for night to come.”

Lin Feng nodded, thanked the man, and then walked over to Sikong Zhaiyue to share the information he had gathered.

“We should find a place to rest and recover, and when night falls, we’ll join the main force and rush through the pathway to the God Demon Battlefield,” Lin Feng said.

The two of them then looked for a place to rest.

More and more cultivators gathered together.

Clearly, everyone knew that only by temporarily banding together did they have a chance to break through successfully.

After all, the Army of the Dead Spirit guarding the depths of the black fog world were not to be trifled with.

Although they were cursed and had become Dead Spirits, no longer possessing the formidable strength of the Ancient Era, these Dead Spirits were still extremely terrifying.

A decline in power was only relative.

As Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue went to find a place to rest, they suddenly heard a voice coming from behind.

“Wuliang Taoist Venerable, what a coincidence to encounter you again, Donor.”

Lin Feng turned around, and sure enough, he saw the Wuliang Taoist!

He was somewhat speechless, even rolling his eyes; how did he run into this damned Taoist again?

No matter where he went, it seemed like this Taoist’s shadow was there.

“Turns out to be the Taoist, a pleasure indeed,” Lin Feng greeted with a fist and palm salute.

Wuliang Taoist said, “Looking at the donor’s radiant face, it seems you’ve gained quite a few benefits.”

Lin Feng smiled and replied, “I also have to thank the Taoist’s blessings. If not for the Taoist’s incredibly ‘accurate’ fortune-telling, how could I have encountered such good luck?”

Lin Feng emphasized the word ‘accurate’ heavily.

Obviously, he was mocking the level of Wuliang Taoist’s fortune-telling; this guy kept saying that Lin Feng would face a “bloody disaster.”

Wuliang Taoist let out a chuckle and said, “The donor is too kind. If the donor also thinks that poor Taoist’s predictions are accurate, just reward me with a few spirit stones, how about that?”

“Give me a break…”

Lin Feng was at a loss for words; he had seen shameless people, but none as shameless as Wuliang Taoist.

He even had the nerve to ask Lin Feng for spirit stones.

“Take these, and don’t bother me.”

Lin Feng took out two low-grade spirit stones and handed them to Wuliang Taoist.

Wuliang Taoist’s face lit up with joy as he said, “The donor shows great kindness; good people receive good karma.”

The damned Taoist finally said something pleasant.

Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue walked towards the side.

Sikong Zhaiyue said, “This is the first time I’ve seen a Taoist in the East County Divine Land. These Taoists are all so secretive and don’t really move around outside. It seems that this Taoist’s fortune-telling is quite accurate? Should I have him tell my fortune too?”

Lin Feng replied irritably, “Don’t get fooled by that Taoist! Does this Taoist have any real skills? He’s nothing but a cheat and scammer. I just found him annoying, so I gave him two spirit stones.”

Sikong Zhaiyue’s mouth twitched as he said, “A fake Taoist, huh? This guy sure knows how to play. Daring to impersonate a Taoist, I wonder if those from Taoism would skin him alive if they knew.”

Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue found a place to rest. During this time, more powerful figures arrived, even people from some Ancient Forces. Lin Feng saw several individuals with silver hair, said to be strong practitioners from the Silver-haired Clan—an ancient tribe with formidable strength. He also saw several mysterious figures enveloped in long robes, their presence restrained, creating a magnetic field around them to prevent any prying, undoubtedly several terrifying individuals.

“Many powerful figures have come, with even people from Ancient Sacred Lands. This is even better; only with enough strong practitioners can we easily enter the God Demon Battlefield,” Sikong Zhaiyue said.

Lin Feng nodded.

As night fell, the passageway to the God Demon Battlefield opened.

In the world enshrouded in mist, there were over a dozen such passageways. No matter which one was taken, it was possible to enter, with similar defensive forces guarding each.

“Let’s go…”

Someone whispered lowly, soared into the sky, and rushed towards the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Following that, several figures dashed towards the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

They intended to forcefully pass through the gateway to enter the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

“The figures from the Ancient Forces have made their move; we should too.”

Soon, cultivators hidden all around rushed towards the passageway.

Boom, boom, boom…

Within the depths of that dark passageway, a rumbling sound burst forth like the earth and mountains were shaking. Black mist engulfed heaven and earth, and from within the mist, a dense Army of Dead Spirits surged out.

Bang…

The cultivators and the Army of Dead Spirits immediately collided.

“Roar!” A Dead Spirit, standing four to five meters tall wielding a giant axe, ferociously smashed down towards Lin Feng.

If that giant axe were to strike him, he would undoubtedly be crushed into a pulp.