Chapter 779 - 411: Demon Sect
Yuyu Immortal Mansion, Langxuan Secret Realm
Realm of Void, Carefree Demon Sect
Ginseng, Chinese giant salamander, Nan Hua, Master Xuan Du
In an instant, like a torrent of lightning streaking across the forehead, details from the dream and past memories intertwined.
Tie Dan seemed to suddenly understand something, yet also seemed to see more of things that couldn’t be explained or understood.
For a moment, he was caught in a state of enlightenment, yet at a loss.
Standing in place hesitating was never Tie Dan’s nature; he knew he’d understand by venturing further.
So Tie Dan lifted his axe and stepped into the water.
Previously, after his chaotic maneuvering, the water from the pond, opened and split the ground, had mostly drained away, nearly filling the cracks, leaving just enough to barely cover the knees, a shallow depression like a pond.
In stark contrast to what Huangfu Yi saw in the dream, the exceptionally clear Spirit Brewed Immortal Spring, the pond in front of Tie Dan was very muddy, probably because the Earth Vein was severed by him, mixing the water with yellow mud churned up from below, making it muddy and unclear like the Yellow River, hard to imagine any secret realm or mansion here.
But according to Wang Pengzu’s saying and what he had just seen, entering the secret realm seemed to be a matter of mechanism, unrelated to the water volume.
So this time, Tie Dan raised his Golden Axe, splitting the water, and with an agile leap and formula pinching, escaped into the water.
With just a couple of flounders in the muddy water, Tie Dan started to believe it mostly.
The magic was dysfunctional.
Yes, the thousand years of Dao Power, Nine Luminaries Sword Power, none could be activated at this moment! He, the grand Sword Sect Leader, Beichen Daoist Master, True Monarch Xuantian, couldn’t utilize any sword technique, escape technique, or Water Element Daoist Technique!
The agile leap he intended, to escape instantly, without even a drop touching him, turned into a clumsy flail. There was not a shred of Immortal demeanor left!
Almost choked on muddy water, even Tie Dan was somewhat amazed and bewildered. He realized that at this moment, it seemed he had fallen to a mortal state, and understood why Lingxu would be so frightened.
For an Immortal, what’s more terrifying than inexplicable dysfunction of magic?
Imagine being a proud Mystical Sect True Inheritor, a favored child of destiny, consuming elixirs and Immortal dew, forging the dragon and tiger, after thousands of cultivation, crossing tribulations to evade disasters, all the hardship and the Daoist accomplishments suddenly lost, with dysfunctional magic, without power, and you’re clueless as to WHY?
Perplexed and bewildered, in a blink, everything you relied upon is now useless, transforming into an utter mortal, a part of the masses you never bothered about, among the ants under your feet.
Can one not be horrified? Can one not fear? Can one not dread?
Well, Tie Dan didn’t really have that deep of sentiment and resentment, after all, he had only been officially cultivating for three and a half years, so claims of him being the Sword Sect Leader, Xuantian Dao Master, he’d still have deeper memories into his days as a northern frontier herding boy.
Besides, the thousand years of Daoist achievements were obtained too easily, naturally losing them wouldn’t cause much regret. And he’d occasionally dream of going to Outer Heaven, from Chen Xuantian’s perspective, he couldn’t use Refining either, Tie Dan had long been accustomed to the magic dysfunction DEBUFF.
Certainly, the most crucial point is, it wasn’t factual that it was completely dysfunctional; at least "My Sword" was still there.
Yes, with a thought in his heart, pinched a sword formula, the Black Sword appeared in his hand, like an obsidian dagger clenched in his palm, like an old friend who’s been known for ages, hand in hand, no matter mountains of knives or fire seas, ghostly abyss, would accompany him to venture.
With a sword in hand, Tie Dan was no longer panicked.
In the muddy sludge, paddling, crossing waters, passing through the muddy Yellow River, after swimming in the chaos for an unknown amount of time, finally, his feet touched solid ground, left hand wielding the sword, right hand with the axe, he stood up with a "splash".
Standing in muddy water up to his chest, Tie Dan looked around, indeed found himself in a different Grotto Heaven, seemingly now in some underground river path, within a lava cavern, as his vision gradually adapted to the darkness, he saw faintly in the distance a broken stone arch along the shore.
The arch looked like the mountain gate of an ancient Taoist Palace, albeit inserted upside down into the ground, the plaque was dirty as well, seemingly buried in the soil for long, severely corroded, the inscription hazy, light dim, impossible to discern what’s written.
But here was supposedly the so-called remnants of the Carefree Demon Sect.
Thus, Tie Dan lifted his axe and sword, ascended onto the shore, moving onwards, at a glance seeing a thumb-thick red rope tied at the arch’s doorway, with a string of copper coins hanging, really capturing ginseng here... hmm?
Tie Dan leaned in for a closer look, sniffed with his nose, identifying it was a Blood Coin.
How, could it be that Divine Sect’s magic still works?
Nonetheless, it was the same in Outer Heaven, Tai Chi Technique wasn’t functional, yet Blood Talisman Technique could fly and escape, so erratic and unfathomable, this faction balance was just too junk.
Certainly, Tie Dan’s character was swift and decisive, unlike some others, doing things stubbornly, pigheadedly insisting it must be Sword Sect Technique. As long as it could cut people, who cares whose technique, sprinkle ash in your eyes if it works.
Hence, Tie Dan didn’t waste any words, took a Blood Coin and hid it, then stepped over the red rope, continuing onwards.
Actually, from the texture of surrounding rocky walls, the overhead steps and stone pavilion, and the inverted mountain gate, it could be inferred this Immortal Relic originally should have been at the mountain peak, but forcibly someone ravaged the mountain toppling the peak, knocked it over, forcibly embedding it into the mountain base.
Thus the original probably single-path ascend to heaven mountain trail has now turned upside down into a narrow tunnel, becoming increasingly cramped moving forward, so much so that Tie Dan, a seven-foot man, had to sidle, shrink his neck, stoop, squeezing through.