The man's gaze terrified the three, and one of them suddenly thought of something and turned to flee. "Run! It's a remnant from the Fifth Mainland!"
The other two were shocked, and they quickly fled. Although the Fifth Mainland was very weak and could be easily invaded by the Sixth Mainland, and they had suffered a crushing defeat in the ancient war, anyone from the Fifth Mainland who could appear in the Daosource Sect's ruins was a freak. Xing Kai had killed a Realmling, and the rest of the Fifth Mainland's people had never been defeated. In their opinion, any remnant of the Fifth Mainland that appeared in the Daosource Sect was a terrifying existence that could rival a Realmling.
They had clearly guessed wrong, as Lu Yin was not one of them. However, it was wise for them to flee at this time, as the person who had appeared in front of them was on the same level as Xing Kai — one of the Ten Arbiters, Nightking Zhenwu.
Wanting to flee was one thing, but actually being able to do so was another. The three had clearly overestimated themselves, as a single move separated their heads from their bodies.
Nightking Zhenwu stepped on the blood and looked towards the entrance of the Land of the Buried Bow. "The Starfall Sea has suffered consecutive crushing defeats, and the Starsibyl Sect is thinking too lightly of us to kill the Sixth Mainland's younger generation in the Daosource Sect to divert the pressure from the battlefield. The Sixth Mainland's younger generation is definitely not weak, especially the Daosource Three Skies.
"Still, it's good for us to get some exercise. If the Daosource Three Skies don't appear, then everyone else is just an ant."
There was a main hall in the Daosource Sect that was easy to find. It stood at the peak of the Daosource Sect, and one could reach it directly through a beam of light. However, not many people came here normally, as there was no inheritance or power vessel in the main hall. There was nothing but a magnificent hall that had already been reduced to ruins.
The cultivators who occasionally appeared here were all recuperating, as there was no danger in the main hall.
At this moment, there were no less than ten cultivators in the main hall, and they were all discussing something with excited expressions. They vaguely mentioned the battlefield, the Mara River, the Starfall Sea, and so on.
No one noticed that a futon had suddenly appeared behind the main hall, and a man was sitting on it with his eyes closed as he slowly stood up.
Obviously, entering and exiting the Daosource Sect with futons was not limited to the plaza outside the mountain gate.
The man with his eyes closed slowly walked into the main hall, and the dozen or so people looked over. Although the man's eyes were closed, they did not pay him any attention, as there were many strange battle techniques.
One of them approached the man and waved his hand. "Brother, what technique are you cultivating?
You really can't see? "
"Second brother, his eyes are closed, so he definitely can't see. Maybe he's cultivating an unrivaled technique. Don't disturb him, haha." Someone joked.
Someone on the other side jeered, "I heard that once you reach the peak of a certain realm, you have to suppress your body and pay a price. Maybe someone has reached the peak of a certain realm and has no choice but to close their eyes to suppress it, haha."
Many people laughed.
The man with closed eyes turned to look at the heckler. "How did you know I was suppressing my domain?"
His words made the people around him laugh even harder.
"Brother, who still cultivates domains these days? It's enough to comprehend them. Cultivation is a waste of time. If you have time, you might as well train your body. Who knows, you might be able to withstand the blessings of an Imprinter. That's the correct path of cultivation. Domains?
That's something only those bumpkins from the Fifth Mainland can cultivate, haha! "
"I've heard that those people from the Fifth Mainland praise domains as the best path of cultivation. Haha, those people don't even know what an imprint is, what a bloodline is, or what a martial imprint is."
…
The man with his eyes closed sighed. "Alright, it seems like my path of cultivation was wrong."
The people around him laughed even louder.
"However, I still want to give it a try. Perhaps the pinnacle of domains is also a path to take." As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly turned dusky. Soon after, everyone felt their breathing become sluggish as an indescribable power suppressed them. Under the naked eye, even the air seemed to have solidified. In the blink of an eye, everyone exploded with a bang. Their flesh and blood scattered all over the main hall.
The man's lips curled up. "It seems like the path of a domain is not wrong. You're the ones who are wrong. Your vision is too narrow." He then stepped on the flesh and blood on the ground and walked out of the main hall. "Ancestors, I'll use the blood of these people as a sacrifice to you."
Ten days had already passed in Heaven's Pit. Lu Yin helplessly opened his eyes, but he still couldn't comprehend anything. This was something left behind by a Progenitor, so it would be too easy to comprehend it in ten days. However, most people could only stay here for ten days, while Lu Yin could stay here for twenty days. This amount of time was still too short for him to comprehend this palm.
It would be great if he could stay here for a year or so.
He turned around and saw that both Shang Rong and Butcher had left. They had only studied the palm for seven days before confirming that they couldn't comprehend anything, so they left decisively.
"Time is too short. Comprehending it requires luck and time. Let's just leave," Miss Qing said helplessly.
Mr. Bai nodded. "That's true."
The fatty had wanted to leave for a long time, as he always felt like someone was eyeing them covetously and trying to steal the stone wall.
The stone wall where Shang Rong had been was now occupied by five people. They had also tried to comprehend it for a few days, but to no avail. Someone impatiently said, "We might as well go to the Scripture Pavilion. At least we'll have some hope if we look at those ancient characters."
"Shut up! It's so chaotic outside right now. Many people were killed a few days ago, and I heard that it was the Fifth Mainland's doing. The Fifth Mainland has gone crazy. What if we run into them outside?"
Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he listened attentively.
"These people from the Fifth Mainland are really crazy. I heard that dozens of people have already died, and the main hall is covered in blood and flesh. There's another place with more than a dozen charred corpses, and there's another place with decapitated bodies. It's too tragic. I don't understand. Our Sixth Mainland can clearly suppress the Fifth Mainland, but why can't we suppress the Fifth Mainland's cultivators who are hiding in the Daosource Sect?"
"What do you know? Those cultivators' identities have already been spread from the Mara River's front lines. Apparently, they're the strongest youths from the Fifth Mainland, and they're known as the Ten Arbiters. Xing Kai, who killed a Realmling, was one of the Ten Arbiters."
"They can actually kill a Realmling? How abnormal! Haven't they been hiding all this time? How did they suddenly appear?"
"I heard that they're trying to divert the pressure from the battlefield, but who knows? Let's just wait patiently for the right time to leave. We can't come to the Daosource Sect's ruins anymore. This place will definitely become the battlefield between the Fifth Mainland's Ten Arbiters and the Sixth Mainland's Realmlings."
…
Lu Yin's eyes flickered. As expected, the Ten Arbiters could appear here. Was the pressure from the Innerverse that great?
They wanted the Ten Arbiters to massacre the Sixth Mainland's younger generation to divert attention. The Sixth Mainland's younger generation was not weak, and from Shang Rong's strength, Lu Yin could tell that he was not any weaker than the Ten Arbiters. There was also the even more terrifying Daosource Three Skies. How could the Innerverse be confident that they could use this place to divert the pressure from the battlefield?
However, it was also good that the Ten Arbiters had appeared. The Innerverse and Outerverse were separated, and if Lu Yin ran into one of the Ten Arbiters, he would be able to send them a message and ask them how they were doing. Of course, that was only if the Ten Arbiters paid attention to him.
After leaving Heaven's Pit, the group looked at Mr. Bai, as he seemed to be very familiar with the Daosource Sect.
Mr. Bai opened his fan and waved it confidently. "Brother Fatty should be leaving in four days."
The fatty was helpless. "Yeah, four days. You guys don't have to worry about me."
Mr. Bai muttered to himself, "If we're talking about the Daosource Sect, then there are many places that one can visit. Forget about Heaven's Pit, the Scripture Pavilion, and even the cultivation grounds of some of the disciples might contain some good stuff. If we're talking about the greatest inheritance, then it should be the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas."
"Nine Mountains and Eight Seas?" The fatty was confused.
"Rumor has it that during the Fifth Mainland's Daosource Sect's peak, there were nine mountains and eight seas, and only Progenitors could split them apart. In other words, the Daosource Sect had nine Progenitors back then," Miss Qing explained.
The fatty was speechless. "Nine?
How is that possible? If there really were nine Progenitors, how could the Fifth Mainland have been defeated? "
Mr. Bai smiled. "That's why it's just a rumor, and it doesn't count. Furthermore, there are no records of the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas, but it's true that only Progenitors can split them apart. This is similar to our Sixth Mainland's Daosource Sect, so the greatest inheritance must be within the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas. Unfortunately, in such a short amount of time, it's difficult to even find the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas, let alone obtain recognition."
"Forget about the Nine Mountains and Seas. Are there any other places?" Miss Qing asked.
Mr. Bai asked, "Miss Qing knows as much as I do. What suggestions do you have?"
Before Miss Qing could reply, the sky rippled, and a giant cauldron appeared. It was a phantom image, and it only appeared for an instant. However, that square cauldron almost covered the entire sky.
Lu Yin and the others saw it.
"What's that?
That scared Fatty Bro to death! "the fatty exclaimed.
Mr. Bai closed his fan. "These are the Daosource Nine Cauldrons, and they are the greatest inheritance grounds of the Fifth Mainland's Daosource Sect. There have been some changes to the Nine Cauldrons, so let's go. We might be able to obtain the inheritance." He then rushed off in a certain direction, and Lu Yin and Miss Qing hurriedly followed.
"Eh, wasn't the greatest inheritance said to be in the Nine Mountains and Seas?" The fatty hurriedly ran.
"It's not the same. The Mountains and Seas may have the legacy of a Progenitor, but no one has ever obtained it. The Nine Cauldrons are different. According to the legends, each cauldron contains a Battle Technique. The Nine Cauldrons represent nine different Battle Techniques.
"There's such a thing?"
It wasn't just Mr. Bai. Lu Yin and the others also saw the phantom image of the sky cauldron, and they all rushed towards the location of the Nine Cauldrons.
Most legends were just rumors, but it was undeniable that there was some basis to them. They might have been exaggerated or fabricated, but no one would completely deny the existence of legends, especially when it came to opportunities and inheritances.
At First Divine Gate, a group of four or five people finally managed to defeat a few First Divine Gate Guardians. "Quick, there's a change to the Nine Cauldrons. The inheritance is right in front of us. Let's go!"
Among the group, an honest-looking youth was carrying a hoe and panting slightly. "There's no need to rush. Even if there's an inheritance, it won't be that easy to obtain."
"Nong Zaitian, you sure aren't in a hurry. You have so many treasures, but we don't." A girl rolled her eyes at the man carrying the hoe.
Another man added, "Your Nong ancestor obtained an entire auction house's worth of treasures."
Nong Zaitian smiled. "Actually, most of those things have been used up. Look, there's only this hoe left. How about it? I'll give it to you."
The group was speechless. Who would want a broken hoe?
At this moment, a figure quickly approached from behind. They looked over and saw that it was a man. His appearance was ordinary, but his hair color was very strange. It was blood-red, and there were traces of red spots in his eyes. He had an evil smile on his face, which made people feel a chill down their spines.