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"I never imagined that the warships from that foreign land would lead to the Northern Heavenly Gate," Qi Shi'an murmured to himself.

Did they intend to enter the Immortal Realm from here back in the Immortal Era, but were forced to turn back because the North Heavenly Gate mysteriously disappeared, ultimately perishing on their return journey?

"This gate was taken away and forged into a celestial artifact before the Immortal Realm was sealed. If the Martial Heaven Gate is embedded in it, could it open the gate to the Immortal Realm?" Qi Shi'an fell into deep thought.

If one could use this opportunity to sneak into the Immortal Realm, then many invincible beings in the Nine Heavens would have the chance to become immortals.

Moreover, the fact that the alien warships were heading this way undoubtedly proves that during the Immortal Ancient Era, alien beings wanted to enter the Immortal Realm through the Northern Heavenly Gate, thus making a strategic move.

Logically speaking, the Western Heavenly Gate is the closest place to the foreign land, and it is also known as the Battleground.

It's understandable that people from other realms would try to enter the Immortal Realm from other places to avoid the most intense part of the war.

hum!

Silently, Wu Tianque hovered before the black outline, releasing a soft celestial light that illuminated the hidden patterns and marks on it.

At this moment, one ancient stone carving after another comes into view, lifelike and vivid, reappearing in the world.

It was as if the creatures of distant ancient times had come back to life, walking out from one era after another.

The inscriptions at the front were shrouded in mist, so Qi Shi'an started looking at them from the middle.

There was a man who was extremely rugged, tall, with a thick beard, holding a battle axe. He was very fierce, and when he brought the axe down, it seemed as if he had cut open a universe.

A woman, aloof and elegant, stood in the sky, confronting a black figure that had torn apart the boundary, shattering the nine heavens!

An ancient chariot, forged from Huangdao Immortal Gold, swept across the sky, radiating golden light. It was as if the Lord of the Heavens had rumbled past, shaking the ages. Within it was a spirit that looked down upon the world.

Other carvings are also magnificent and imbued with a sense of mystery.

Countless ancestors built an altar as high as the sky, where they worshipped the heavens and kowtowed, as if summoning something, and then a pair of stone gates appeared.

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The Martial Heaven Palace reflected many terrifying marks. Even with Qi Shi'an's current cultivation level, he could not examine them closely and could only glance at them briefly.

Finally, he saw a scene that ended with a giant bell. The bell's waves shattered the era, and the faint sound of the bell seemed to echo through the ages, leaving behind a soft sigh!

"It's still uncertain whether we can pass through this portal, but we absolutely cannot open it now. If the Immortal Realm Kings seize the opportunity to close it again the moment it's opened, we'll suffer a huge loss."

After some deliberation, Qi Shi'an decided not to embed the Martial Heaven Gate and open the Northern Heavenly Gate for the time being.

They could leave it until they had achieved sufficient cultivation, then sneak through this Northern Heavenly Gate. Alternatively, they could attract an immortal king from another realm to this place, using the excuse that the rotten wooden box had been sent to the Immortal Realm to incite the other realm to launch a war against the Immortal Realm.

Chi!

The Martial Heaven Palace radiated celestial light, and various markings appeared on it. Swathes of immortal runes danced and were imprinted on the black outline.

"hidden!"

With a soft shout, Qi Shi'an quickly formed a hand seal and used the Martial Heaven Suppression Technique to conceal the runes imprinted within the black outline.

The next moment, Wu Tianque's immortal light faded, and he hovered in his palm.

The black outline returned to silence, like a pair of stone gates that had been silent for thousands of years, showing no signs of anything unusual.

He circled around once, sensing a faint, ethereal aura emanating from behind him, as if separated by countless worlds, exuding a rich, otherworldly aura.

The location of the North Heavenly Gate has been marked, and the star coordinates along the way have been imprinted in my mind.

This discovery is so astonishing that once it is revealed, it will shake the entire world!

"If possible in the future, I would like to send the Grand Elder in so that he can become an immortal!"

Qi Shi'an took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, turned around and returned to the purple warship to continue his journey.

boom!

The warship broke through the chaos, like a silent, ancient behemoth, flying through the desolate ancient starry sky.

Qi Shi'an stood at the bow of the ship, the ancient diagram in his palm emitting a faint light, echoing the array patterns on the ship's hull.

It was a route map copied from the stone platform of the purple warship. The aliens were extremely familiar with this mysterious starry sky, and every mark was precisely placed in the gaps of the void turbulence.

They clearly came prepared!

Ahead, a dilapidated ancient temple floats, half of its wall diagonally embedded in a star remnant, and faint patterns remain on the broken pillars.

As the warship slowly approached, Qi Shi'an opened his Heavenly Eye and released his divine sense to scan the ancient palace. There was a faint fluctuation beneath the ruins.

Qi Shi'an waved his sleeve, and a strong wind swept through the sky, lifting up the rubble. A humanoid creature appeared before him, lying on the ground, its flesh and blood withered, its life force exhausted, and its hair like withered wild grass. It lay there motionless.

This being had been dead for countless millennia. Before it were some ancient and mysterious words, written in blood.

This blood, though faded through countless ages, still retains its luster; it is all his own blood. One can see that his right finger is broken, with remnants of gold remaining.

Unfortunately, these characters were too ancient and did not belong to the ancient scripts that Qi Shi'an was familiar with, but he could sense a sense of sorrow from them.

On the waist of the ancient stone hangs an ancient jade pendant, pale blue in color, exuding an ancient and rustic aura, crystal clear, and shimmering with a warm luster.

Qi Shi'an took the ancient jade and examined it carefully for a moment. There was actually a character '混' engraved on it!

"Hun? Could it be that the owner of this ancient jade is from the Hun family of the Immortal Realm?"

Qi Shi'an frowned. The inscription on this ancient jade was clearly a surname.

Aside from the Hun family, a Celestial King-level clan in the Celestial Realm, he couldn't think of any other race in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths that used "Hun" as their surname.

The ancient palace where the ancient jade was buried has long been reduced to ruins. It is very close to the North Heavenly Gate, and its owner was likely an immortal sent down by the Immortal Realm to provide support.

Unfortunately, the kings of the Immortal Realm ultimately blocked his way home.

"A celestial being was sent to support the Primordial Ancient Realm, but ultimately met a tragic end, dying far from home. It's truly a pity..." Qi Shi'an sighed.

He continued on his journey. Beitianmen was merely the starting point of the route; there were clearly many more marked places ahead, waiting to be explored.

The purple warship roared as it passed through an area filled with stellar debris. Meteorites rained down on the light shield, but the flowing runes neutralized the impact.

This starry sky is extremely vast, and the remaining treasures of immortals are far richer than imagined, but most of them have been plundered by foreign lands.

Rumble!

As they continued their journey, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the starry sky. Qi Shi'an sensed an inexplicable power, seemingly containing a faint divine might, as awe-inspiring as the might of heaven.

This force became increasingly clear, and even someone as powerful as him felt an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"This oppressive aura... it's that of a Quasi-Immortal King!"

Qi Shi'an was shocked. This inexplicable pressure made him feel as if he were in the ruins of the Martial Immortal. He was undoubtedly a Quasi-Immortal King!

Could it be an ancient relic left behind by a quasi-Immortal King, drifting in the boundless starry sky?

As he continued onward, Qi Shi'an discovered a deep and terrifying rift in the void, which transformed into a horrific storm.

This crack is like a trace left by a terrifying thing moving through the void. Looking into the distance along this void crack, one can vaguely sense a terrifying force approaching.

Qi Shi'an moved forward along the void rift. The warship passed through a shattered star, and the sight ahead made his pupils shrink slightly.

In the ancient starry sky where coldness and darkness coexist, a nine-headed behemoth lay motionless, as if it had been there since time immemorial, giving people a sense of endless desolation and antiquity. It was the Nine-Headed Celestial Phoenix!

Each one was as large as a star, its wingspan obscuring half the starry sky, exuding a breathtaking sense of power.

The feathers of the nine celestial phoenixes were dark gold, with a faint celestial light flowing across their surfaces, but their bodies were already withered, their eyes were closed, and they had long since lost their life force, having died for countless years.

The tails of the nine-headed immortal phoenix were all bound with thick black chains, which led to the dark universe behind the phoenix, where a huge ancient coffin hung silently.

The ancient coffin was pure white, like jade, and its material was unknown. It had some blurry ancient patterns on it, full of the vicissitudes of time, and it was unknown how many years it had floated in this ancient starry sky.

The somber and vast aura emanating from the coffin was the source of that quasi-immortal king's oppressive aura.

"Which quasi-immortal king is buried in the ancient coffin?" Qi Shi'an stood at the bow of the ship, gazing intently.

Although the nine-headed immortal phoenix died, it was maintained by some secret method, keeping it in the posture of pulling a coffin, moving straight through the starry sky, never asking where it was going, never stopping.

The space around the ancient coffin was distorted, indicating that the power contained within was extremely terrifying and had not dissipated even after countless years.

"Wow!"

Just then, the nine-headed phoenix let out an extremely heavy cry, like a lament, which shook the great star.

Qi Shi'an felt his blood surging, and a strong sadness inexplicably arose in his heart, as if he could feel the sorrow contained in the voice of the fairy phoenix.

"Upon entering the starry sky, I unexpectedly encountered the ancient coffin of a quasi-immortal king. Fate has brought us together, and I must investigate!"

After saying this, Qi Shi'an summoned the Martial Heavenly Gate and the Starfall Mountain to protect himself, and urged the warship to sail towards the ancient coffin.

The nine-headed celestial phoenix continued to drag forward, ignoring this uninvited guest. The closer it got, the heavier the pressure became, as if the entire universe was pressing down on it.

The warship creaked under the strain, and the runes on its hull began to crack.

Qi Shi'an gritted his teeth, and the two immortal artifacts emitted a dazzling immortal light, forming a light screen that blocked most of the power. However, a trace of pressure still pierced through and pressed down on him.

The ancient coffin seemed to sense a familiar fluctuation, and it actually restrained its aura, ceasing to release its oppressive power.

"what?"

Qi Shi'an felt much lighter and then urged the warship to come to the ancient coffin.

"Go home... I want to go home..."

Suddenly, a voice came from the ancient coffin, like heavenly music. It was as if a pair of eyes opened and stared directly at Wu Tianque above Qi Shi'an's head.

"What?!" Qi Shi'an's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp tingled.

The creature inside the ancient coffin is not dead?

hum!

The next moment, the ancient coffin burst forth with an extremely dazzling celestial radiance, and celestial runes filled the sky, transforming into an ancient zither that spontaneously played a divine melody.

In an instant, notes danced and resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the entire starry sky seemed to be immersed in despair and sorrow.

Unbeknownst to him, Qi Shi'an seemed to have entered a very mysterious state of mind. He was still sad, but he was more clear-headed, as if an unfathomable force was influencing him.

Although my eyes were closed, everything before me was so clear, yet so unreal and elusive.

Not far from him appeared a peerless figure. She looked to be in her thirties, with unparalleled beauty, dressed in white that was as pure as snow, and with an otherworldly air.

"Who are you? Are you a heroic spirit from the Immortal Ancient Era?" Qi Shi'an asked.

However, there was no response from the other party, only a sigh, as they plucked the strings again and played that sorrowful celestial melody.

Chapter 393 The Burial of Immortals

The enchanting music, imbued with endless sorrow and longing, captivates listeners, leaving them unable to escape its spell.

As the music began, many blurry images appeared before Qi Shi'an's eyes, seemingly there and not there, like a past event, woven from countless fragments of memory, slowly unfolding in his mind.

A woman, born into a top-tier Immortal King family in the Immortal Realm, possessing an innate Dao physique, has defeated all powerful enemies since her birth.

She is too powerful. She has achieved perfect evolution in every realm. She achieved the status of immortality in less than 20,000 years. After more than 100,000 years of refinement, she has taken half a step towards the realm of immortal king.

The images flipped rapidly, and Qi Shi'an saw the woman resolutely choosing to descend to the mortal realm to fight, despite the opposition of her clan.

The woman stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with an endless galaxy collapsing behind her. With one hand, she played the zither, and the music transformed into countless immortal swords, slashing towards the surging alien army. She did not hesitate even when facing a near-immortal king, and immediately drew her sword to kill.

That battle was devastating; the world was shattered, the Great Dao collapsed, and everything was on the verge of extinction. It was a catastrophe, a calamity for the entire ancient primordial world.

She fought in foreign lands and killed countless enemies, but was severely injured in a great battle. She wanted to return to the Immortal Realm for help, but her old friend closed the door to her.

When the woman saw all living beings buried in the flames of war, the remnants of countless souls drifting in the void, the ancient realm splitting into nine heavens and ten earths, the World Tree collapsing, the Milky Way breaking apart, and the Great Dao wailing.

She sat on the broken stump of the World Tree, her hands caressing the zither. As the first note of the zither rang out, blood rained down from the starry sky.

The musical notes are filled with the faces of those fallen heroes, the old man's weeping, the child's fear, and the soldier's final cry.

She set all of this to music, her fingertips drawing blood as she played, the melody growing ever more sorrowful and cold, finally transforming into a bone-chilling hatred.

I hate the invasion from other realms, I hate the indifference of the Immortal Realm, I hate that I can't protect this land beneath my feet, I can't protect the smiles of the children.

Thus, with endless hatred and sorrow, she composed a world-shaking celestial melody, the Burial of Immortals!

The sound of the zither pierced through the heavens and the earth, and all the surviving living beings heard it.

They knelt in the ruins and wept, yet the music also conveyed a sense of resentment and despair.

A tragic song that shook heaven and earth, its spirit will never be forgotten!

In the end, she sealed her remaining body and Dao fruit into an ancient coffin, and used the nine-headed immortal phoenix she had refined to pull the coffin, which then drifted through the boundless starry sky.

At this point, there was no more life in the coffin, only that mournful melody echoing in the air.

When all these images disappeared, Qi Shi'an finally understood why the voice of 'going home' came from the ancient coffin, and why the nine-headed immortal phoenix made such a sad cry.

That quasi-immortal king longed to return to her pure land until her death, but that was such an unattainable dream.

The Immortal Realm has been sealed off for countless ages, and it is no longer the world she knew.