The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1564 - 1560: Farewell

"Friend Yan Lie and Brother Wan Shui are respectively masters of fire and water, each corresponding to Yin and Yang. Both of you could channel your Mana to try it, perhaps it might just work?" As Tao Xiang’s voice fell, Ghost Teng Master also timely spoke up.

His opinion aligned with Tao Xiang’s, and he himself possessed both Yin and Yang forces, capable of attempting to open the door alone; however, he is currently trying his best to conceal himself, unwilling to stand out.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lie and Wanshui Zhenren hesitated briefly, then agreed.

Both of them walked to the bottom of the Stone Door. Yan Lie placed his palms on the left door panel, emitting circles of faint red and yellow halos. Soon, waves of scorching heat began to rise in the air.

Following that, his palm suddenly lit up, turning a bright red, as a searing power of solar flame infused into the Stone Door. freewebnσvel.cѳm

A crimson glow rapidly spread from his palm over the Stone Door, following the irregular patterns and rising upwards, quickly forming an image of ascending flames.

On the other hand, Wanshui Zhenren also channeled the power of Water Yin into the right Stone Door. The spiritual power fluctuations emitted by his body contrasted sharply with Yan Lie’s, only causing a faint mist to pervade the air.

As the glow from his palm lit up, the Yan Pattern on the Stone Door began to shine, revealing patterns of rolling water waves.

Soon, the sun held by Goddess Xihe and the moon held by Goddess Wangshu lit up with crimson and water-blue glows respectively. The entire Stone Door trembled mightily and began to slowly open inward.

Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed and looked inside the door.

All they could see through the Stone Door was a gray fog, unclear. Shen Luo immediately secretly channeled the Ghost Eye of the Netherworld to probe inside, but still felt the interior was empty, even unable to detect any fluctuations of spiritual power.

"Now that the tomb door is opened, the journey ahead is for each of you to forge," Ma Tu spoke.

At the entrance, everyone looked at each other, still, no one willing to be the first to venture inside.

Yan Lie frowned slightly, waved his hand in the void and a large fireball whooshed into the void inside the door, soon blending into the fog and then disappeared without a trace.

No sound came from inside, nor any burst of firelight. Even the slight disturbance of the fog swiftly returned to normal, unaltered.

Seeing this, Tao Xiang twisted her wrist, revealing a delicate round palace lantern in her palm which she casually lit, emitting a soft glow.

"Go," she uttered softly.

The round lantern floated gently, flying into the door, and quickly passed through the fog, its light also disappearing.

Tao Xiang’s brow furrowed, and the others also looked towards her.

"The connection with the magical instrument remains uncut; there shouldn’t be any danger inside," Tao Xiang said.

Despite her words, she made no move to enter first.

"With everyone here having experienced grand scenes, this mutual wariness and unwillingness to take the first step is indeed contemptible," Shen Luo, managing to control the situation, manipulated Ghost Teng Master to speak.

After speaking, he took the lead and walked into the Big Gate.

Seeing this, the rest wore slightly uneasy expressions but felt it inappropriate to continue idly watching.

Yan Lie was the first to follow, with Wanshui Zhenren and Tian Sanqi also entering one after the other.

Tao Xiang and the others followed suit when they saw this.

Before they had a chance to enter the ash fog, the Stone Door behind them started to gradually close with a rumbling sound.

Ghost Teng Master couldn’t help but stop and look back, only to see the last gap about to close. The Wu Clan Chief, Ma Tu, was waving at them, seemingly bidding them farewell.

There was also a faint smile on his face that Shen Luo couldn’t quite make out clearly, and he felt a sense of unease in his heart.

But since they had come, they would have to settle in.

He didn’t think too much about it and controlled Ghost Teng Master to step through the ash fog and enter.

After stepping into the ash fog, Shen Luo felt his divine sense power quickly shrouded, and it almost felt like when he had dreamt of entering Longevity Village that year, except that the fog here was not as thick and the area not as wide.

He quickly passed through the layer of ash fog wall, expecting to enter a closed and cramped space, but instead, the scene before him suddenly opened up, revealing a vast White Stone Square.

The fireball previously released by Yan Lie and the Palace lantern magical instrument of Tao Xiang were both floating safely ahead.

Shen Luo swept his gaze into the distance and saw at the end of the square ahead, a majestic great hall stood towering, about thirty meters tall, looking like a small mountain rising from the ground.

The style of this great hall was very different from the finely carved and polished style of the Great Tang; it was entirely built with White Rock, with roof eaves arching greatly, giving the front view the appearance of a curved bow, exuding an ancient and rugged beauty.

The main entrance to the great hall was ten meters tall, with a sign hanging above it that read "Soul Birth Gate."

Everyone didn’t linger too much, and quickly headed towards the front of the palace, where they felt even more the grandeur of the building.

"There’s also a broken stele here." At this moment, Li Biao suddenly exclaimed softly.

Following the sound, they saw a blue-gray Stone Stele standing on the ground quite far from the arch, about one person tall. The stele showed few signs of aging, but the upper part had been diagonally cut off.

Shen Luo walked around the stele to check the back but didn’t find the other half of the broken stele.

He then walked back to the front and carefully examined the text on the broken stele.

On the left side of the broken stele, there were still the words "Soul Lives On," and on the right, the words "Bringing Disaster" remained.

"It’s all just scary stuff." Li Biao lightly spat and said.

The original content of the stele wasn’t of much concern to everyone; they were more interested in who would take the lead. They looked at each other, with no one willing to take the initiative.

It wasn’t that these people were truly afraid of death; it was just human nature when facing danger, as no one wanted to be the guinea pig paving the way for others.

"I’ll scout ahead." Liu Hong hesitated slightly, furrowing his brows as he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure dashed upwards, glancing around. Instead of choosing to fly over the great hall, he tried to fly around to the back.

However, just as the glow on his body started to move, he had not yet managed to shift horizontally and immediately groaned, falling straight from high in the air and crashing heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the others looked up into the air, and although they didn’t see any obvious prohibitions, they knew that taking a shortcut was not possible.

"Hey, what happened?" asked Li Biao as he caught up.