Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 781: The Gate of All Beings

Bai Ruoxi turned her head at this moment, only to see Mo Wujie still standing there in a daze, having not yet regained his senses.

Qinchuan had also put away the many divine artifacts by this time, looking at Mo Wujie with curiosity, as he had also noticed something was off.

There was something not quite right about this Mo Wujie!

If one were to say that Mo Wujie was astonished and lost in thought at the mysterious destruction of his magical treasure, it could still be deemed reasonable.

But so much time had passed, and Bai Ruoxi had been standing before him for so long, yet he still hadn't snapped out of it.

This was not something that should occur to a power like him.

Bai Ruoxi's eyes were deep, her expression tinged with confusion.

"Brother Mo, in the vast expanse of the Three Realms, with uncountable powers and strange beings in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, don't you also have your own secrets? Young Master Qin's soul is unique, enabling him to activate dozens of divine artifacts, which is entirely normal!"

She thought Mo Wujie was distracted because he saw Qinchuan activating dozens of divine artifacts.

But clearly, that was not the reason for Mo Wujie's preoccupation.

As Bai Ruoxi tried to persuade him, Mo Wujie remained deep in thought, muttering to himself as if he had not heard her at all.

At this point, even Ji Huo'er's eyes were shining, feigning surprise.

"Oh my, what's with this guy? Why does he look like he's lost his soul?"

Bai Ruoxi's eyebrows furrowed, she moved gracefully toward Mo Wujie.

"Brother Mo, what in the world has happened to you, what's the matter?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible... the Exploring Spirit Realm, shattered..."

At this moment, Mo Wujie was like someone who had lost part of his soul, his lips mumbling, continuously repeating those few words.

"Brother Mo, what do you mean 'impossible'?"

Finally, Mo Wujie regained his senses, looking at Qinchuan and Bai Ruoxi, his face showing fear and panic.

He had never before shown such a dispirited demeanor.

Especially the way he looked at Qinchuan, as if he was seeing a demon from the depths of Hell, the fear in the depths of his eyes was hard to hide.

In the end, he turned and fled like a soul in disarray, his figure gradually becoming translucent in midair, making his escape toward the distance, all the while muttering about impossibilities and about the shattered Exploring Spirit Realm.

Eventually, his figure completely disappeared.

Now, even Qinchuan was completely bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.

"This Mo Wujie, what exactly did he realize that made him so afraid? It was just a magic artifact for glimpsing into other realms, the Exploring Spirit Realm, that shattered, so why this huge reaction?"

Qinchuan and Bai Ruoxi exchanged glances, and in the end, they both shook their heads. Qinchuan possessed the Innate Pupils, and Bai Ruoxi was favored by the Heavenly Dao, but neither could penetrate the mystery hidden within this matter.

Finally, Qinchuan cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, "Let's go. This Mo Wujie is quite remarkable, and we'll have opportunities to meet again in the future!"

The group continued their journey.

Not long after, the fog ahead gradually cleared, and soon a colossal bronze door appeared before Qinchuan and the others.

This bronze door was incredibly majestic, standing before them like a towering mountain. The door was firmly shut, and it was covered with complex and archaic runes, which contained profound Great Dao Laws.

Qinchuan recognized the script—it was the language of the Ancient Divine Clan. He had studied the characters of the top four ancient races.

However, since the fours races had vanished long ago and records of them were exceedingly rare, their language was even more scarce. Therefore, Qinchuan couldn't delve deeply into his studies.

Although Qinchuan recognized this as the Divine Race script, he could only decipher bits and pieces from the multitude of characters; he identified only a few runes and could not fully comprehend the text carved on the bronze door.

However, he roughly guessed that it must record commemorations to the master of the Divine Tomb—Zui Ri.

At the foot of the bronze door, numerous cultivators and strong beings gathered, their eyes burning with fervor as they stared at the runes imbued with Great Dao Laws on the door, each emitting a powerful aura.

As it turned out, this congregation of cultivators hadn't gathered intentionally, but were influenced by the runes on the bronze door, having fallen into a stupor from the Dao Magic within.

"This is just a bronze door filled with writing, yet it exudes such a strong runic presence!" Ji Huo'er, Ling Xian'er, and others exchanged glances in astonishment.

"The dangers within this Divine Tomb are not the least bit less than those of the Devil Mountain Ancient Realm!" Ling Xian'er's eyes twinkled as she spoke.

Qinchuan scanned the surroundings with a calm gaze, "The Devil Mountain Ancient Realm is a sacred site where the Ghost Race and Demon Race nurture their young. Apart from being used to suppress the Ancient Divine Clans' prohibitions, it's not considered dangerous.

This place, however, is different. It's the dwelling of a deity, and extraordinary measures would surely have been used during its construction to prevent later generations from entering."

Hearing this, Ji Huo'er couldn't help but be astounded, "Measures laid out by deities? Big Brother, are you confident about entering?"

Ji Huo'er considered that the methods left by those ancient strong beings, who could easily upheave rivers and split the earth, must be extremely terrifying.

"There's no need to fear. Although their measures were extraordinary, within the long river of time, all methods succumb to the erosion of the ages. Most of the formidable arrays from that time have long stopped functioning; even if some haven't been damaged, their power has far from recovered," Qinchuan said with steady eyes.

In the span of hundreds of thousands of years, Qinchuan had explored his fair share of Demon Tombs and Divine Tombs, and he had gathered considerable experience.

"Let's go. This bronze door is merely the outermost gate within this Divine Tomb, known as the Mortals' Gate.

In each Divine Tomb, the number of these Mortals' Gates could reach tens of thousands or at least a few thousand.

These gates merely serve to prevent the Wan Clans' beings who were locked in this realm for the sake of accompanying the deity in his tomb. Apart from being incredibly sturdy, they are not particularly dangerous.

Only after passing through this Mortals' Gate is one truly considered to have entered the Divine Tomb, and that is where the real danger lies."

Having finished speaking, Qinchuan leapt into the air and charged toward the bronze door. Ji Huo'er, Bai Ruoxi, and the others hesitated no further; they floated up into the air, following Qinchuan toward the bronze door.

"Huo'er, Xian'er, channel your spiritual powers and push that door!" When they reached the door, Qinchuan suddenly turned his head, looking at Ji Huo'er and Ling Xian'er.

The Mortals' Gate may block the myriad Wan Clans' beings, but there was an exception—beings of the same race could easily enter.

Although neither Ji Huo'er nor Ling Xian'er had Divine Clan bloodlines, they had inherited the legacy of the divine nine-tailed fox, and their spiritual power now contained the essence of the nine-tailed fox, which would surely be recognized by the Mortals' Gate.

Both were clever and astute. Even though Qinchuan hadn't explained anything, they instantly understood it was connected to their divine legacy. Each nodded and flew forward.