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Chapter 352: Ancient Celestial Lords Palm

Intermittent cries, sometimes faint and sometimes clear, echoed constantly in Li Fan’s ears.

Ever since Li Fan noticed the existence of these sounds, they seemed to have a target to spread to.

They swarmed one after another, entwining around Li Fan.

In an instant, it felt like falling into a hell where evil spirits gathered, and Li Fan felt surrounded by these terrifying sounds from all directions.

And he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.

From these inexplicable murmurs, Li Fan seemed to always hear the words “heaven” and “doctor.”

And the more he thought so, the louder the sound of “heavenly doctor” became.

Like rising tides, waves upon waves surged, wanting to completely engulf Li Fan.

Just then, within the Dust Crossing Boat, a burst of fiery red brilliance shimmered.

Above the cabin, a twelve-petaled red lotus blossomed gracefully.

As the lotus petals bloomed, the sounds around Li Fan suddenly cleared.

At this moment, Huangfu Song’s voice came somewhat belatedly: “It… should be just a surge of sound occasionally erupting from the depths of the abyss.”

“There is a Pure World Red Lotus Array protecting us within the Dust Crossing Boat, ensuring our safety.”

Li Fan, back to normal, nodded at the words, but his mind was recalling the sounds he had just heard.

“Senior Huangfu, do the sounds from the Abyss of Roars sound the same to everyone? Or do they vary according to each person?” Li Fan asked.

This question was crucial, and Li Fan stared at Huangfu Song, awaiting his answer.

Huangfu Song was somewhat surprised, but after a moment of contemplation, he explained: “The abyssal devilish sounds are indescribable. Once they leave the Abyss of Roars, their nature doesn’t change. However, the ability of each cultivator to endure these devilish sounds varies, naturally resulting in vastly different perceptions.”

“The adult who guards the Abyss of Roars year-round is said to even comprehend profound dao techniques from these devilish sounds.”

Hearing this, Li Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the howling of “heavenly doctor” he had heard from the abyssal devilish sounds earlier was probably just a hallucination triggered by the heavy psychological shadow left by the heavenly doctor initially.

“Stirring up the fear deep within one’s heart?” Even the sound surges passing through the outer layers of the abyss were so terrifying. It’s really hard to imagine what kind of terrifying situation awaits at the bottom of the abyss.

No wonder the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance values it so much.

“It seems that this mission won’t be so easy.” Li Fan looked at the red lotus pattern above his head, flickering between brightness and darkness, and couldn’t help but think.

Just as he was pondering, the Dust Crossing Boat suddenly trembled as if passing through some barrier, shaking violently.

Li Fan looked out the window, and the white mist was no longer as thick as when he first saw it.

“We’re almost at the Eternal Immortal Stronghold.”

“Let’s get ready to disembark.”

Seeing this, Huangfu Song stood up from his seat and walked out.

Naturally, Li Fan and Xue Mu immediately followed suit.

When they reached the bow deck of the boat, their vision suddenly cleared.

Everything around was filled with dense devouring elemental white mist. The Dust Crossing Boat shuttled through it rapidly, yet there was no perceptible change in the surrounding scenery.

However, when Li Fan looked back at the path they had come from, he could clearly see that the density of the white mist was continuously decreasing.

From the outside to the inside, several distinct circles formed based on the lightness of the color.

And on the Dust Crossing Boat, a constantly flashing and shimmering black light layer continuously kept the erosion of the white mist at bay.

As the white mist thinned enough to see objects, a gigantic green stone palm suddenly appeared above Li Fan’s head.

Its five fingers were like towering pillars, and the palm lines were clearly visible.

It obscured the sky, filling Li Fan’s field of vision.

Compared to it, the Dust Crossing Boat seemed so tiny.

It felt like it could come crashing down on them at any moment, causing Li Fan’s heart to skip a beat.

Xue Mu’s face turned even paler, instinctively reaching out to block.

Huangfu Song was very satisfied with Xue Mu’s reaction.

Only then did he calmly say, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. The severed palm ahead is the Eternal Immortal Stronghold guarding the Abyss of Roars.”

Hearing this, Xue Mu’s movements stiffened as he lowered his hands.

But he still looked at the giant palm above his head in shock, unable to speak.

Li Fan squinted, carefully examining the surface of the palm.

The green stone severed palm was too huge, with lines crisscrossing its surface, resembling winding mountain ranges.

Interwoven and intricate, incredibly complex.

It didn’t look like it was artificially made.

“Interesting…”

As Li Fan continued to observe, the flying boat slowly approached the severed palm.

Finally, it flew into the tear at the wrist.

The intense pressure disappeared, and Xue Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Senior Huangfu, why was the Eternal Immortal Stronghold made to look like this? It’s really eerie.” Xue Mu, who had calmed down, asked.

Before Huangfu Song could respond, he was preempted by Shangguan Shi, who led another group of people.

“Kid, it’s not that the Eternal Immortal Stronghold was meant to be shaped like a severed palm. It’s that the entire Eternal Immortal Stronghold was transformed from this severed palm,” Shangguan Shi said.

“How come you don’t even know this common knowledge now that we’ve reached our destination?”

“Brother Huangfu, it seems your teaching isn’t quite up to par,” Shangguan Shi mocked slightly.

However, Huangfu Song didn’t get angry, just smiled in response, “Then I’ll trouble Brother Shangguan to explain it again to these two kids. I’m also happy to take it easy.”

“You…” Shangguan Shi’s eyes flashed with a hint of anger.

But then he thought of something and didn’t erupt.

With a cold snort, he briefly explained to Li Fan and Xue Mu the origin of this severed palm.

In the vast devouring elemental white mist, there were mazes everywhere.

In addition to the Abyss of Roars where they were currently located, there were many other eerie existences.

This severed palm was discovered by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance in a certain maze outside the devouring elemental mist.

It seemed to have drifted here after passing through numerous barriers of white mist.

After some research, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance discovered that this severed palm was actually the corpse of a fallen powerhouse.

The cultivation technique of this unidentified powerhouse was extremely unique. After his death, his body not only did not decay but instead became like green stone.

Extremely hard, able to withstand various magical attacks without any effect.

Moreover, it was naturally able to resist the erosion of the devouring elemental white mist.

In the spirit of making the most of everything, after decades of transformation, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance finally succeeded in using it as a basis to build a fortress that could freely navigate through the white mist.

“Alright, there’s no need to be surprised. He’s just a fallen ancient celestial lord. Even if he was powerful in the past, isn’t he just a tool for us now?”

When Xue Mu was shocked once again, the voice of Ji Hongdao rang out.

“Longevity Immortal?”

“Eternal… Longevity Immortal?”

Ji Hongdao’s indifferent words didn’t make Xue Mu’s shock disappear, but instead made him more horrified.

He couldn’t help but exclaim.

Not only him, but all the other cultivators who arrived on the deck one after another and heard this for the first time were shocked one after another.

“Even the Longevity Immortal can fall?”

Some cultivators couldn’t help but ask in confusion.

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    Chapter 352 – The Palm of the Ancient Heavenly Venerable

    A faint, broken wailing drifted endlessly in Li Fan’s ears—sometimes distant, sometimes near, as if echoing from the depths of the void.

    Ever since he first noticed the sound, it was as though the cries had found a target. They swarmed toward him one after another, encircling his very soul.

    In an instant, it felt as if he had fallen into a hell where vengeful spirits gathered. The haunting wails surrounded him from all directions, chilling him to the bone.

    And yet—perhaps it was only his imagination—but within those eerie murmurs, Li Fan could faintly discern two words: Tian Yi (Heavenly Healer).

    The more he thought he heard them, the clearer and louder the words became—like a surging tide, wave after wave crashing toward him, threatening to drown him completely.

    Just then, the interior of the Du Chen Zhou (Dust-Crossing Vessel) flared with a brilliant crimson light.

    Above the cabin, a twelve-petaled red lotus blossomed gracefully in midair.

    As each petal unfurled, the cacophony in Li Fan’s ears abruptly faded into silence.

    Only then did Huangfu Song’s calm voice arrive, slightly delayed, as if emerging from a long distance away:

    “…Don’t be alarmed. It’s likely just a wave of sound tide—a sudden eruption from within the Chizha Abyss.”

    “The Du Chen Zhou is shielded by the Purifying Red Lotus Array. We are perfectly safe.”

    Li Fan nodded in response, though his thoughts lingered on the sounds he had just heard.

    “Senior Huangfu,” he asked after a pause, “those voices from within the Chizha Abyss—does everyone hear the same thing, or do they differ depending on the listener?”

    It was an important question. Li Fan’s gaze stayed fixed on the elder, waiting for his answer.

    Huangfu Song seemed slightly surprised. After a brief silence, he explained,
    “The Abyssal Demon Chant is indescribable—its essence does not change even after it escapes the Chizha Abyss. However, each cultivator’s spiritual fortitude differs, so what they perceive varies widely.”

    “They say the one who has guarded the Abyss for centuries can even comprehend profound Daoist techniques from the demonic chants themselves.”

    Hearing this, Li Fan let out a quiet breath.

    So the cry of Tian Yi he’d heard earlier likely wasn’t real—merely an illusion born from the shadow that the Heavenly Healer had left upon his heart.

    So it draws out the deepest fears buried in one’s mind…

    Even a mere brush with the outer tide of the Abyss was this terrifying—how inconceivably dreadful must its deepest depths be?

    No wonder the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals held this place in such regard.

    It seems this mission will not be so simple after all, Li Fan thought, staring at the red lotus sigil flickering above, its glow shifting between light and shadow.

    As he pondered, the Du Chen Zhou suddenly shuddered, as though it had pierced through an unseen barrier.

    Outside the window, the white mist no longer seemed as thick as before.

    “We’re nearing the Eternal Immortal Rampart,” Huangfu Song said, standing from his circular seat. “Prepare to disembark.”

    Li Fan and Xue Mu immediately followed him out onto the deck.

    Their view opened wide—the world was filled with dense, devouring white fog. The Du Chen Zhou glided swiftly through it, yet the surrounding scenery remained eerily unchanged.

    Looking back, however, Li Fan could clearly see that the fog behind them was thinning—its density fading in distinct concentric rings of lighter and darker hues.

    Encasing the ship was a flickering black aura, rippling faintly as it repelled the corrosive mist.

    As the vessel sped forward and the fog thinned enough for vision to return—

    —a colossal stone hand suddenly appeared above them.

    Its five fingers rose like pillars propping up the heavens; the lines on its palm were as clear as carved rivers and mountains.

    It blotted out the sky, filling Li Fan’s entire sight.

    Compared to it, the Du Chen Zhou was but a grain of dust.

    For an instant, it seemed the titanic hand might come crashing down at any moment. Li Fan’s heart seized in his chest.

    Xue Mu turned pale, instinctively raising his hand to shield himself.

    Huangfu Song smiled faintly, apparently satisfied with that reaction.

    “Ah, I nearly forgot to mention,” he said leisurely. “That severed hand ahead—that is the Eternal Immortal Rampart, guardian of the Chizha Abyss.”

    Xue Mu froze, awkwardly lowering his arms. His eyes remained wide with awe, unable to look away.

    Li Fan narrowed his eyes, studying the hand closely.

    The stone was a deep azure, vast beyond comprehension. The ridges and grooves across its surface wound like mountain ranges—complex, interwoven, impossibly natural.

    It doesn’t look man-made at all…

    “How intriguing…” he murmured.

    The Du Chen Zhou drifted steadily forward, drawing nearer until it entered the torn wrist where the hand had been severed.

    The crushing pressure vanished instantly. Xue Mu exhaled in relief.

    “Senior Huangfu,” he asked, “why was the Eternal Rampart built in the shape of a hand? It’s… rather terrifying.”

    Before Huangfu Song could answer, another cultivator—Shangguan Shi—spoke first, striding up with his group.

    “Foolish boy. It wasn’t built in the shape of a hand. The entire fortress is that severed hand.”

    “Have you reached your destination and still know nothing of such basics?”

    He turned to Huangfu Song with a mocking smile. “Brother Huangfu, it seems your teachings have been… lacking.”

    Huangfu Song merely returned a calm smile. “Then I must trouble Brother Shangguan to enlighten them in my stead. I wouldn’t mind the leisure.”

    “You—!” Shangguan Shi’s face darkened with irritation, but he quickly restrained himself.

    With a cold snort, he began to explain.

    “In this vast expanse of devouring mist, domains of distortion—‘mystic regions’—are scattered everywhere. The Chizha Abyss is merely one of them. This severed hand was discovered at the edge of another such region.”

    “It drifted through the layers of fog and eventually came to rest here. After studying it, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals determined that the hand was once part of the corpse of a fallen mighty being.”

    “No one knows his name, but his cultivation art was unlike any other. After death, his body did not decay—it turned to blue stone, indestructible and impervious to all forms of attack. Even the devouring mist could not erode it.”

    “So, following the principle of making full use of what Heaven provides, the Alliance spent decades remodeling it into a fortress capable of traveling freely through the white mists.”

    He ended with a faint, disdainful chuckle.

    “There’s nothing to be surprised about. Merely a fallen Ancient Heavenly Venerable (Gu Tianzun)¹. No matter how mighty he once was, in the end, he still serves as our tool.”

    ¹ Tianzun — a title for one who has transcended mortal limits and stands among the highest divine cultivators.

    As Xue Mu gaped in disbelief, Ji Hongdao’s voice sounded from nearby, casual and dismissive.

    “An Ancient Heavenly Venerable…?”

    “The Eternal One himself… fell?”

    Ji Hongdao’s indifference did nothing to calm Xue Mu. Instead, his shock deepened until he blurted out loud.

    He wasn’t the only one. Other cultivators who had gathered on the deck—those hearing this revelation for the first time—stared in stunned silence.

    “Even a Heavenly Venerable… can fall?” one whispered, dazed.

    The question hung in the air, unanswered.

    (End of Chapter 352)
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      Thanks man! welldone
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    In this world even Gods can fall, much less a puny Longevity immortal
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      I don't think Mr. Bay would fall
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        I don’t think MC would be alive if Mr. Bai was still alive
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          I think the dead Immortal, who gave last glance for that illusory space, may be Bai.
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            An interesting theory, many indirect signs point to this.
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