Necropolis Immortal
chapter-2017

"That place won’t hold him. He can leave through the Gates of the Abyss.” Two figures appeared outside of the Firmament Prison. Tailong and… Fuxi.

Tailong was the one speaking and he held the nine clawed golden dragon in his hand.

"There is no place beneath the heavens that can hold him if he wishes to leave,” Fuxi said quietly. “But if he understands the situation, he’ll stay there until he becomes a true grand supreme. Only that place in all the lands can help him ascend in the shortest amount of time possible.

"If he brashly heads to the World Heart without ascending to grand supreme first, only death will be in store for him. He doesn’t have much time left.” Fuxi looked to the distance with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Are you sure… that Lu Yun’s treasure is that item?” Tailong frowned slightly.

"No,” Fuxi shook his head. “But no other possibility comes to mind given that the thing in the nothing covets Lu Yun’s book. It can only be that item that elicits greedy eyes from nihil.”

Fuxi called the being in the nothing as “that thing”. Plainly, he didn’t view it as a living being.

The nothing was nothing, there shouldn’t be anything within it.

"May he understand,” Tailong concluded.

The Gates of the Abyss were open, but Lu Yun hesitated in front of them.

This was a strange place; he couldn’t sense any great dao or order around him. To him, this seemed to be a place of nothing. It was like when he first entered the fourth realm from the world of immortals. All was empty and a vast void.

Formula dao was ineffective here, but he somehow had a hunch that he would regret his actions if he left like this.

"Is there fortune to be had somewhere in this place?” He furrowed his brows and looked around, but still saw nothing. “This should be a plot from the dark peak grand supreme to probe my abilities. How can she possibly do something that would benefit me?”

He tried his best to come to some answers, but still had nothing for his efforts.

A tiny spark flashed in front of him at this time and his eyes subconsciously followed it. It streaked in front of him like a tiny meteor and vanished into the unending nothing.

Lu Yun dismissed the Gates of the Abyss without second thought and chased after it.

"May the spirits of our ancestors protect us!” Crooned recitations from a far off distance filtered into Lu Yun’s ears.

Objects were beginning to come into sight. He saw a primitive tribe made of large and small humans—they knelt in front of a crude altar and worshiped it. The spark from earlier landed on the altar and formed flames invisible to mortal eyes.

"The power of sacrifice?” Lu Yun’s jaw dropped. He could tell that the spark that’d flared to life in front of him was the power of sacrifice. The tribe had exchanged their sacrifice for power from an unknown existence in the void.

Although they worshiped their ancestor, said ancestor had either long reincarnated into their next life or scattered to the four winds. They had possibly become a will of death drifting through the void. Thus, the one they worshiped was the master of the altar.

Lu Yun found that the void around him was beginning to recede, replaced by blue skies and green hills. He’d somehow blundered into a real world!

Order and great dao wove themselves into a vast heaven and earth. This place was stronger than any he’d seen thus far—even mightier than the internal world of the Tome of Life and Death!

His mouth turned dry. He could tell that if he cultivated here, his strength would leap forward and he’d become a grand supreme in the shortest period of time possible!

"What is this place?? Why is there such a powerful world here?? This doesn’t make any sense!” Lu Yun couldn’t understand it. eo. cm

The world inside the Tome of Life and Death was strong enough that the order born from it could support the entire World of Immortals and possibly even the chief worlds. But compared to the one in front of him, it was still a hair weaker.

"As expected, the wonders of existence are not something that a minor being like me can comprehend.” Lu Yun lowered his head and looked at the tiny human tribe. They were fighting another tribe now and the invisible flame jumped on the altar. It released its maximum power to reinforce its tribe.

"Fellow daoist, the wars of mortals must be freely decided. They are not something that we cultivators can interfere in.” A voice far away, yet close at hand sounded in Lu Yun’s ears. He didn’t understand the language, but he could comprehend the emotions within.

He reflexively operated formula dao to deduce the local language from that short sentence.

"I naturally won’t interfere in the affairs of mortals, but their wars are also part of the heavenly dao. Even a grain of sand might hold three thousand worlds, to say nothing of mortal clashes,” Lu Yun chuckled.

He faced a handsome man dressed in dao robes. Tall and limber, an ethereal air wrapped around his body. What surprised Lu Yun was that ripples of immortal dao traveled from the other.

Immortal dao!

This person walked the immortal path, he was an immortal!

But there was no sign of the immortal dao to be seen in this world!

Have I ended up in the past again? Lu Yun swung his head back and forth. No… the Gates of the Abyss are still connected to hell. I haven’t traveled through time. That set him more at ease. He wouldn’t know how to get home if he traveled through time once more. He wasn’t a spacetime traveler.

The appearance of this immortal meant that there were other realms in existence that cultivated immortal dao, and they were realms ruled by humans!

"I see.” The immortal nodded upon hearing Lu Yun’s words. “Fellow daoist is already a high supreme, so do remember that you cannot intervene in the affairs of mortals. You will attract fatal attention otherwise.

"Farewell.” The man floated away, seemingly having arrived here just to tell Lu Yun that he could not interfere in what he saw.

Lu Yun cocked his head and looked at the altar on the ground. The sacrificial fire still burned and imbued the tribe’s warriors with a marvelous power, granting them increasing strength in battle.

Cultivators could not intervene in the affairs of mortals… but this altar was plainly the product of a cultivator.