Life Hanging by a Thread!
During the process, Ning Zhuo deliberately cast his divine skills, implanting the Life Hanging Thread in each of these four individuals.
The process of the black-robed cultivators' mounts was quite swift, and soon they arrived at a station located on the waist of a mountain.
Through the station's Transmission Array, the four emissaries completely departed.
Ordinarily, cultivators could only track them to this point, then look to the heavens with a sigh of regret. But Sun Lingtong, owner of the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, was different.
This Mechanical Artifact was at a Nascent Soul Level, with the ability to teleport through the void that only those with a Nascent Soul could possess.
Indeed, the principle behind every Transmission Array was void teleportation.
Therefore, Sun Lingtong decisively maneuvered the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, directly entering the void.
"Little Zhuo, it's up to you now!" Sun Lingtong communicated through the magic artifact.
Ning Zhuo grunted in affirmation, immediately invoking his divine skills.
Upper Dantian—Bright Mirror Spirit Light Dantian.
The divine skill shaped like a white lotus with green leaves and a pink bloom suddenly shimmered brilliantly.
Ning Zhuo couldn't help but open his mouth wide; although he could sense the four targets, the sensation in the void was completely different from the real external world.
Ning Zhuo felt everything upside down, distances skewed, even the earth spinning.
For a moment, he didn't know how to describe it.
This journey through the void was still too profound for him, far beyond his understanding.
Fortunately, he and Sun Lingtong had anticipated this. Ning Zhuo was only responsible for channeling what he sensed into the Mechanical Dragon, letting the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon exercise its power.
Moments later, the darkness dissipated, the silver light expanded, transforming into the real world.
Sun Lingtong, situated in the Dragon Head Cabin, fixed his gaze and cheered: "We did it, hahaha, Little Zhuo, well done!"
Ning Zhuo had already collapsed onto the ground, his entire body numb, the Divine Sense Mirror in his mind almost entirely shattered.
He gasped for breath, dizzy and utterly unable to move for a while.
The four black-robed cultivators stepped down from the Teleportation Array.
Sun Lingtong operated the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, cautiously continuing to follow behind the four black-robed cultivators.
Exiting the hall housing the Teleportation Array, Sun Lingtong stepped outside.
He observed that atop the Heavenly Pillar Giant Tree, diverse stone structures peppered the landscape, towering buildings, and lower houses, primarily in hues of gray and black.
A layer of purple-black poisonous fog perennially shrouded the sky above, blocking the sunlight.
The four black-robed cultivators did not dare linger; they walked straight onto the main path, climbing rapidly toward the peak.
Along the way, they occasionally encountered other cultivators of the Six Cave Sect. These cultivators, nearly all dressed in black or gray robes, had cold or fierce expressions. Many had fierce beasts like lions or tigers at their side, while others played with poison scorpions or centipedes and various other Gu insects.
Midway up the mountain, Sun Lingtong looked into the distance and saw a massive Martial Arts Arena.
Inside the arena, a large group of cultivators fought each other mercilessly; blood flowed freely as onlookers roared with excitement, their shouts propagating in waves. Occasionally, a cultivator would fall, life extinguished.
Clearly, the competition among the cultivators within the Six Cave Sect was much more vicious than within the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect!
The four cultivators passed through a gate and stepped onto the peak's grand hall.
Guards intercepted them, and someone turned to enter the palace to report.
After a short while, the guards gave way.
The four black-robed cultivators exchanged looks, bracing themselves as they walked up the path and finally entered the grand hall.
The interior of the grand hall was vast, with high-hanging domes, and the walls around were covered with various murals. Some murals depicted fierce mountains and evil waters with dense fog, others portrayed countless cultivators in brutal combat, and still, others illustrated scenes of bloody sacrificial rites. The figures in the murals shared a common trait: irrespective of expressions like crying or laughing, all were exceedingly grim and ferocious.
The floor of the grand hall was paved with pitch-black Xuan iron, cold and hard.
A faint fragrance permeated the air, intertwined with a stomach-churning stench of blood.
In the center of the grand hall, six pitch-black stone pillars stood tall.
Each stone pillar had a distinct shape.
Midway up each pillar was hollowed out, carved with chairs or cloud beds.
The four cultivators walked to the center of the six pillars and fell to their knees in worship.
Atop the pillars, three seats were empty, while the remaining three were occupied by cultivators, either sitting or lying down.
These three all possessed the powerful aura of Nascent Soul Cultivators, each with their own unique phenomena.
One, seated upon a throne, was a tall man, bare-chested, his entire body covered with black and purple scales. He sat with his eyes tightly shut, motionless as if he was a stone sculpture.
Another sat on a cushion, his body shrouded in a bloodthirsty shadow, his form blurry, but his aura surged like waves of sound spreading out.
The third lay on a bed, her back to everything. She wore semi-transparent purple gauze, her curves soft and enticing. However, she sported a giant scorpion tail on her buttocks, its sting glowing with a sinister light.
The four cultivators made their obeisance.
Through their words, Sun Ning immediately understood the identities of the three Nascent Soul Cultivators in front of him.
The tall man covered in scales was none other than the Demon Heart Cave Master.
The one ensnared in a bloodthirsty shadow was the Blood Shadow Cave Master.
The alluring female cultivator lying down, back to the crowd, was the Poison Scorpion Cave Master.
The Demon Heart Cave Master opened his eyes, which were modified by secret techniques and lacked regular pupils, only a blood-red vortex that continuously spun in his eye sockets.
Hearing his subordinates' report, the Demon Heart Cave Master spoke in a deep voice, "Hmph, you sacrificed over a dozen of your Qi Refinement brethren, and you didn't even see the Old Monster in Stone. Incompetence in your duties, go to your deaths."
The four cultivators kneeling on the ground wanted to open their mouths to beg for mercy.