Chapter 371: Chapter 375: Powerful Woman_1
CREAK... Accompanied by the sound, the stone gate behind the throne opened, revealing a pitch-black passageway.
Qin Wudao observed for a while, his right hand resting on the Xuanyuan Sword. Maintaining a combat stance, he cautiously walked into the passage. After he entered, the stone door automatically closed, blocking all light.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...
Red flames appeared one after another, lighting up the black passage.
Qin Wudao looked around, somewhat surprised. The place he was currently in was not a narrow stone path, but an unknown Void, with no end in sight.
The stone path under his feet was suspended in the Void. It resembled a celestial road extending into the unknown expanse, flanked on both sides by bottomless, deep abysses.
Adopting a "come what may" attitude, Qin Wudao followed the stone path forward. Bathed in the red light, he became a solitary climber.
Deathly silence. Tedious. Devoid of purpose.
This was Qin Wudao’s current situation. After walking for four hours, he still hadn’t seen the end. The surrounding fog was growing denser, emitting a chilling sound.
Strange! How long is this road?
Qin Wudao frowned. His speed was not slow; in the past four hours, he had traveled at least thousands of miles. Yet, it felt as if he hadn’t walked far at all, perhaps even going around in circles.
Moreover, he felt the threat of death!
After making this discovery, Qin Wudao began to pay attention to his feet and quickly found new clues. Every thousand steps, there was a pattern. These patterns corresponded to the Bi’an Flower, the Ghost Gate, the Yellow Spring Road, the River of Forgetfulness, the Naihe Bridge, Mengpo Soup, and the Sansheng Stone.
The mist was getting denser, and the wails of tormented souls grew louder and more distinct.
This must be a test of comprehension! Qin Wudao pondered. This road must be a circle. There’s no normal way out. No matter how long I walk, I’ll just return to the starting point. When the fog envelops the entire stone path, that might be when I die.
Of the seven patterns, which one is the path to survival?
Qin Wudao took out the Book of Life and Death and carefully checked the information on the Bi’an Flower, the Ghost Gate, and the other symbols, trying to glean something useful.
After about ten minutes, he finally fixed his gaze on the Yellow Spring Road. Squatting down, he held up the Book of Life and Death. He could see that the Yellow Spring Road depicted in the book was very similar to the path under his feet.
The fog was growing denser. Apart from the stone path beneath his feet, everything else was obscured.
Qin Wudao resolved inwardly, I have to risk it! He gave a low shout and blurred into a series of afterimages on the stone path. He knew time was running out; he had to find the location with the Yellow Spring Road pattern before the fog completely sealed off the path.
Time slipped away, second by second.
The roiling fog surged, threatening to submerge everything.
The stone path, barely wide enough for one person to begin with, was becoming even narrower, leaving only enough space for a single foot.
Three thousand more steps! Qin Wudao silently calculated the distance. After a mad dash, just as the fog was about to completely cover the stone path, he finally reached and stood upon the pattern of the Yellow Spring Road.
"JIE JIE... Die! All of you will die!"
Harsh, ghostly roars echoed through the air.
In a daze, he could see countless terrifying souls emerging from the white mist, swarming towards him. Among them were quite a few exceptionally powerful specters.
Without hesitation, Qin Wudao leaped from the stone steps at the last possible moment, just as the white fog was about to close in completely.
An intense sensation of weightlessness washed over him, as if he were tunneling through the Void. Qin Wudao tried to fly but found he could not mobilize his Spiritual Energy.
It was yet another extremely strange Void.
PLOP!
A few minutes later, Qin Wudao splashed into water, unharmed.
I guessed right!
Qin Wudao let out a sigh of relief. He swam to the surface and discovered a vast space around him, complete with mountains, water, and plains. Everywhere, unopened Bi’an Flowers grew.
Ever since he had entered this world, the ’Mark of Heaven’ and ’Mark of Dao’ in his Dantian had been shining brilliantly.
Could there be another unknown Dao Mark here? Qin Wudao speculated with fiery enthusiasm.
After obtaining the ’Mark of Heaven’ and the ’Mark of Dao’, his cultivation level had rapidly improved, and his cultivation speed was now several times faster than before.
Furthermore, he had a premonition that the full potential of the ’Mark of Heaven’ and the ’Mark of Dao’ had yet to be unleashed.
Consider this: with the ’Mark of Heaven’, the Primitive Supreme became the leader of the Ten Great Immortals, revered by billions. And with the ’Mark of Dao’, the Kunlun Supreme broke through to the Immortal Realm from being a mere mortal, achieving heights unattainable even for those with special physiques.
"In Heaven and on Earth, from the azure heavens to the Yellow Springs, love, hate, separation—all ultimately amount to nothing."
Suddenly, a gentle voice drifted from the unknown Void, producing countless echoes that lingered for a long time before dissipating.
The voice was exceptionally pleasant, like celestial music—melodious and smooth.
The ground became covered with a red carpet as the green leaves of the Bi’an Flowers withered, allowing exotic blossoms to bloom. It was as if he had arrived in a world made of flowers.
Qin Wudao, slightly startled, flew from the water to the shore and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
The petals of countless Bi’an Flowers danced through the air, coalescing in the Void to form a woman. She wore a flowing red gown, and her three thousand strands of black hair cascaded to her willow-like waist. Her beauty was natural, her features as if painted.
With her appearance, this realm fell silent, and all else paled in comparison.
Even Qin Wudao, accustomed as he was to beautiful women, found himself momentarily dazed. He stole a few glances for several seconds before hastily cupping his fists and bowing, saying, "Junior Qin Wudao pays his respects to Senior!"
The Power of Laws coiled around the woman, so dense it was almost tangible. The aura she exuded was even more potent than that of the Soul Heavenly Emperor and the Jade Venerable he had encountered on Bull Head Mountain.
An Immortal Realm Martial Artist! This was Qin Wudao’s immediate realization, hence his swift, respectful gesture.
The woman didn’t speak, quietly observing Qin Wudao. Her profound, beautiful eyes seemed to see through everything—though, of course, she couldn’t perceive the System.
"You are the successor to the Primitive Supreme and the Kunlun Supreme?" After a moment, the woman slowly spoke. Her tone was questioning, yet it held an undercurrent of certainty.
"Replying to Senior, it is indeed this humble junior," Qin Wudao answered respectfully, without being servile or arrogant.
"You seem to be very familiar with my Mystic Realm?" the woman continued, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Although she was confined to this realm, she had seen everything Qin Wudao had done within the Mystic Realm. In fact, when Qin Wudao was walking on the Yellow Spring Road, she had specifically arranged for ghostly bailiffs to put on a performance. By having souls fall into the River of Forgetfulness, she intended to show Qin Wudao that one must not look back on the Yellow Spring Road.
Later, she realized her efforts had been superfluous.
Qin Wudao seemed familiar with everything, including Mengpo Soup and the Sansheng Stone...
And that black booklet, capable of breaking the Underworld’s barrier, had also shocked her.
"This..." Qin Wudao hesitated, unsure how to respond. Should I reveal that I possess the Book of Life and Death? But I don’t want to expose it just yet.
"Never mind. If you do not wish to speak of it, I shall not compel you. Your ability to reach this place signifies that we are fated. Moreover, you possess the ’Mark of Heaven’ and the ’Mark of Dao’. I trust the judgment of the Primitive Supreme and the Kunlun Supreme."
Seeing Qin Wudao’s hesitation, the woman didn’t press further. She waved her hand, and a golden beam of light appeared in the sky above, suspending a Dao Mark within it.
This Dao Mark was the ’Supreme Mark’!