Chapter 95: Eating One’s Own Heart to Search for the True Self
Wukong and Yuan Hong felt a sense of weightlessness as if they were as light as feathers, enveloped in a red light.
In an instant, their feet touched the ground, and as the red light dissipated, they could finally see the surrounding landscape clearly.
The place was desolate beyond compare, similar to the Ancient Battlefield, with a gloomy sky and bloodstained earth. Not a single blade of grass grew, and beneath their feet were only dirt and broken stones. Not far away, they could see scattered tombstones, which were enough to make one’s hair stand on end at the sight.
How could this be seen? There’s a poem as proof: "When Heaven and Earth first split, a great calamity struck; the Profound Yellow wept blood to mend the azure sky. Loyal bones buried in nine layers deep; alas, a million valiant souls in eternal sleep."
The two exchanged looks, each sensing a bleakness in their hearts.
A poem passed down from ancient times goes: "Gloom shrouds all the fields, the chill forces back the warmth of life. Where loyal souls and bones are buried, those who enter shorten their life."
Yuan Hong said, "This is the Ancient Tomb indeed."
Wukong said, "It truly is brimming with yin energy, piercing to the bone!"
Yuan Hong said, "We best be cautious. These people once fought and died for the Earth Immortal Realm, but after turning into spirits, they have lost their true selves over the years."
Wukong said, "I’ll be careful. Which way should we go?"
Yuan Hong said, "There shouldn’t be any dangers on this first layer. The formidable beings of the past are all buried in the ninth layer. Let’s look around first, and after a while, I’ll perform the Divination of Repose to calculate where exactly the Vermilion Bird Fruit is."