This was a land of death that caused one to feel despair. The suppressive aura caused one to feel suffocated. Those with weak wills might even commit suicide.
The sky was a hazy yellow, and the land was black.
Ye Xingchen stepped on the black soil as he walked towards the White Bones Mountain.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave the White Bones Mountain. After all, it was an endless stretch of bones that caused one's heart to palpitate. This was definitely a dangerous place.
But no matter which direction he walked in, he would still end up in the direction of the White Bones Mountain.
This scene was very familiar. Back then, he had encountered such a scene on the Devil Mountain.
Ye Xingchen guessed that there was a formless energy here that distorted space, causing it to overlap. Although he wasn't far from the White Bones Mountain, he most likely wasn't in the same space.
The White Bones Mountain might be the center of this place. Hence, no matter which direction he walked in, he would still end up in the direction of the White Bones Mountain.
Wisps of black-red mist rose from the black-red earth. Ye Xingchen stepped forward, stepping on a withered bone. With a cracking sound, the already fragile skeleton was instantly crushed into powder.
On the way to the White Bones Mountain, skeletons would appear from time to time. There were humans, beasts, and many races.
The closer he got to the White Bones Mountain, the more oppressive and heavy the atmosphere became. It was as though there were a hundred thousand mountains pressing down on his chest, causing him to feel very depressed.
This heavy feeling originated from the depths of his body. There was an indescribable feeling that made him feel suffocated, oppressed, and suffocated.
"BOOM!"
Suddenly, a strange sound rang out, like the roars of three thousand gods and devils, or the chanting of a hundred thousand Buddhas.
Scenes flashed before Ye Xingchen's eyes. There were gods and devils fighting, buddhas preaching the Dao, and the roar of a Heavenly Emperor shattering three thousand worlds.
Every scene that flashed past caused him to be extremely shocked.
"What kind of place is this exactly? Why is there such a strange phenomenon?" Ye Xingchen didn't understand.
"Bzzz!"
Suddenly, the Great Dao imprint in his body moved, emitting the sound of the Great Dao, opposing the sound of heaven and earth.
The sound from the White Bones Mountain was the sound of devils, while the sound from the Great Dao imprint in his body was the sound of gods, the sound of saints.
The two opposing voices clashed against each other, attacking his mind and causing huge waves in his sea of consciousness.
Ye Xingchen resisted the impact of these two voices, calming his sea of consciousness.
The sound of the Great Path rang out, and the scenes that flashed between heaven and earth disappeared.
Step by step, Ye Xingchen walked towards the mountain of bones. The two opposing voices clashed against each other, causing every wisp of psychic power in his sea of consciousness to shatter and reform, becoming even more sparkling and translucent.
At the same time, under the impact of the two voices, his flesh and blood surged and became stronger.
His True Power was the same, becoming even purer.
Ye Xingchen was a little surprised. He hadn't expected such a harvest.
During this period of time, he had been breaking through too quickly, causing his foundation to be a little unstable. It was a good opportunity for him to use the opposing God Sound and Demon Sound to refine his body.
He didn't leave. He took out the Enlightenment futon and sat cross-legged on it. He listened to the demonic sounds and then activated the Great Dao imprint to release the Voice of God!
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. Ye Xingchen had used the Demon and God Sounds to clash against each other, tempering his mental will, fleshly body, and True Energy. The injuries he had sustained in the spatial tunnel had also healed completely.
His cultivation base had vaguely improved a step further.
It would be easy for him to break through to the Fragmentation Realm.
However, he didn't plan to do so for now. He needed to build a stronger foundation in the Nirvana Realm, and then break through when he could no longer improve.
Three days passed. Ye Xingchen found that the clash between the God Sound and Demon Sound could no longer affect him, and could not refine his body. He started to walk towards the White Bones Mountain.
He looked close to the White Bones Mountain, but it was actually very far away. He only got a little closer after walking for several days.
Ye Xingchen didn't give up. He walked towards the White Bones Mountain while comprehending all kinds of martial arts.
He treated this place as a kind of cultivation, a way to temper himself.
"Zzzt! Zzzt!"
Ye Xingchen activated the White Emperor Sword and slashed out several sword beams.
There were a total of five sword beams. Each sword beam was ten meters long and exuded a sharp aura.
This place was very strange. Not only was the space sturdy, but the ground was also very hard. With Ye Xingchen's cultivation, he could only form five sword beams, and he couldn't leave a mark on the ground.
One had to know that his cultivation was at the peak of the Earth Nirvana Realm. He could turn a mountain range fifty kilometers long into dust with one strike. If he used his full strength, he could destroy a mountain range a thousand kilometers long.
But in this place, he could only produce sword beams about ten meters long. His psychic perception could not reach more than three hundred meters.
But this was good. It was more beneficial for Ye Xingchen to temper himself.
As he walked, he practiced his martial arts.
It was sword arts, dazzling sword beams, palm arts, unyielding and powerful palm strikes, Heaven Splitting Nine Strikes, mental secret arts, and so on.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed. Ye Xingchen's cultivation had reached the peak of the Nirvana Realm and could not advance any further.
For the past three months, he had refined the Stone Marrow and the nine treasured herbs in his interspatial bag to temper his body, increase his True Energy, and strengthen his mind.
After three months of hard training, Ye Xingchen's mind and appearance had changed. His will was more determined, and his aura was more restrained.
"Zzzt!"
One day after three months, Ye Xingchen practiced his sword arts. A sword beam rushed out. It was ten meters long and like a crystal jade sword dragon, it spun around him.
"Crack!"
A ten-meter sword beam flew forward and suddenly collided with something. Then, cracks appeared in the space like a mirror. Then, under Ye Xingchen's eyes, it shattered inch by inch.
In the world behind the mirror, a majestic White Bone Mountain came into view.
"This is the real White Bone Mountain!"
Ye Xingchen stepped into the world after the mirror shattered. He looked at the White Bone Mountain not far away and mumbled to himself.
In front of him, the White Bone Mountain was extremely tall. The majestic mountain was made up of bones, but surprisingly, it did not give people a creepy feeling. Instead, it gave people a sense of holiness.
Ye Xingchen stood there and looked at the White Bone Mountain. He felt a sense of peace in his heart. The annoyance, depression, and suffocation that he had felt for the past three months had disappeared without a trace.
Ye Xingchen walked to the foot of the White Bone Mountain. There was a stone tablet there.
"Sacred Death Mountain!" Ye Xingchen read out the words on the tablet.
The words on the tablet were written in a very ancient font. He could not read them, but when he looked at the tablet, he understood the meaning of the words.
"Death, how can it be a Sacred Death Mountain? Is death sacred?" Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.
"You're right. Death is sacred. It's peaceful and tranquil. It's the happiest thing in life!" A calm voice was heard. It seemed to be answering Ye Xingchen's question.
Ye Xingchen's hair stood on end. He did not sense anyone approaching him. If this person attacked him, he would not be able to avoid it.