Chapter 1380
The Hope of Breaking Through to Mahayana
"This……"
The Golden Rain Taoist behind him gasped.
He explored the area for several days without discovering anything about what lay behind the stone tablet.
Ye Yang didn't say anything and stepped into the stone chamber.
The stone chamber was not large, but it was filled with a terrifying pressure that was almost suffocating.
At the heart of this oppressive atmosphere.
On a white jade futon, a crystal-clear skeleton sat cross-legged!
These bones, having endured countless years of erosion, showed no signs of decay whatsoever, resembling a fine piece of mutton-fat jade.
What's even more unsettling is...
Deep within every inch of the skeleton, intricate, gilded runes flowed and shimmered, as if they possessed life.
Ye Yang narrowed his eyes, his pupils reflecting the golden runes as his brain rapidly deduced the meaning.
A moment later, he was suddenly jolted, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
"This Dao essence... this is definitely not a method used in our cultivation world!"
Ye Yang squatted down and carefully examined the skeleton, becoming more and more horrified as he looked at it.
The aura of the laws of heaven and earth remaining on these bones was completely different from that of the Star Sea cultivators.
It carries a sense of antiquity, vastness, and even a profound weight that transcends this world.
This person clearly comes from that distant "outside world"!
Ye Yang reached out and felt the vast immortal spiritual energy around the skeleton, which was almost condensed into water droplets.
Suddenly, everything became clear in his mind. He finally understood the cause of this Immortal Source Mine.
This is a vein of immortal energy that can sustain the Immortal Alliance's consumption for ten thousand years.
It wasn't born from the natural world, but because of this mysterious skeleton before us!
This unknown powerful being descended from the outside world and passed away here, possessing cultivation and flesh that reached the heavens and the earth.
After countless years of evolution, it eventually gave back to heaven and earth, transforming into this immortal source mine stretching for three thousand miles!
"To transform oneself into the source... I see."
Ye Yang stood up, his divine sense spreading outwards like a tidal wave across the surrounding stone walls. Immediately afterward, his brows furrowed tightly.
He sensed countless layers of hidden restrictions on the walls and ceiling of the stone chamber.
These restrictive techniques are extremely ancient and bear a strong orthodox style of the Immortal Alliance.
It was clearly made by those top experts from the former Immortal Alliance.
Thinking back, the Immortal Alliance had already discovered the problem here, but at that time my cultivation level was not high enough.
Therefore, I did not participate in it.
No one expected that the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal would die in battle on the Ancient Starry Sky Road.
Only after the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor died by his own hand did this place reappear.
The stone chamber was silent for a moment, with only the gilded runes flowing on the jade skeleton faintly emanating an ancient and obscure pressure.
Ye Yang slowly withdrew his hand from the skeleton, his fingertips still seeming to retain that cold and vast aura that did not belong to this world.
He turned around and looked at Jin Yu Dao Ren, who was still somewhat shaken.
"You saw it all."
Ye Yang's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the stone chamber, even carrying a metallic coldness.
Jin Yu Daoist took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and shock in his heart, and nodded.
Although he didn't know the specific details, the lingering pressure on the skeleton and Ye Yang's earlier mutterings were enough for him to understand that what he was seeing was no ordinary matter.
These are no ordinary remains of the deceased, nor are they the source of any common mineral vein. This is both an extraordinary opportunity and the seed of a catastrophic disaster.
"This matter is of great importance."
Jin Yu Dao Ren's body trembled slightly.
"Don't worry, senior, I... I will keep my mouth shut."
"Simply keeping quiet isn't enough."
Ye Yang shook his head.
"It is necessary to truly eliminate any thought of others spying on us."
After saying this, he said no more and walked straight to the stone tablet that had been moved at the entrance of the stone chamber.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang raised his right hand and pressed down lightly with his palm facing down.
In an instant, his aura changed, becoming as calm as an abyss and as vast as the sea.
Invisible ripples spread out from his palm.
It is an extremely exquisite fluctuation that resonates with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Jin Yu Dao Ren's pupils suddenly contracted.
Although he did not understand formations.
However, one could sense that as the ripples spread from Ye Yang's palm, the ancient restrictive aura that had always existed around the stone chamber was also being released.
They began to rearrange, superimpose, and conceal themselves in a mysterious and indescribable way.
Before long, the ancient barrier connected with the earth's veins and blended with the mountain's terrain.
It also subtly activated a faint Daoist aura as the core of suppression.
This continued for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Ye Yang withdrew his hand gesture, and all the aura he had released instantly disappeared, as if he had never made a move.
Inside and outside the stone chamber, nothing seemed to have changed; it remained as quiet and secluded as ever.
Only the jade skeleton radiated an eternal, cool glow on the white jade futon. But when Jin Yu Dao Ren looked at this world again, he always felt a layer of hazy distance between him and it.
It was as if an invisible curtain of water completely isolated this place from the outside world.
When the divine sense reached out and touched the edge of the membrane, a gentle yet overwhelming force pushed the thought back, making it difficult to even discern the direction.
“This formation…” Jin Yu Daoist murmured.
"It is not a formation, but a 'boundary'."
Ye Yang took over the conversation, his face slightly pale.
"Using my Daoist principles as a guide and the trace of Daoist principles left behind by this senior as a foundation, I established a tiny realm. Unless the visitor's cultivation level far surpasses mine and they can forcibly break through my skill with brute force, there is absolutely no way they can discover and enter this place."
He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"Everything that happens within this realm is like a dream or a bubble to the outside world; it cannot be observed, heard, or touched."
Jin Yu Daoist was completely convinced and felt even more awe.
Such methods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
He bowed deeply: "Senior's abilities are truly astounding. From this day forward, I will keep this matter to myself."
Ye Yang hummed in agreement, then turned and walked back to the center of the stone chamber, no longer looking at him.
He did not rush to touch the jade skeleton, but simply looked around.
My gaze finally fell on some inconspicuous gray-white stones in the corner of the stone wall.
Those stones looked ordinary, seemingly no different from the surface rocks of this Immortal Source Mine.
However, Ye Yang could clearly sense that the stone contained an extremely rich, almost tangible, immortal spiritual energy.
Its quality is so high that it is probably among the best in the entire universe.
With a flick of his sleeve, his spiritual energy transformed into countless exquisitely fine threads that silently cut into the edges of the stones.
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a faint "rustling" sound like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
Pieces of celestial mineral, each the size of a human head and imbued with spiritual light, were precisely cut off.
It fell into the storage artifact he had prepared beforehand.
This process lasted for about two hours.
Ye Yang exercised great restraint, selecting only the batch with the best quality and the strongest spiritual energy.
Although the quantity is huge, it is still a drop in the ocean compared to this vast mineral vein.
Ye Yang finally stopped when his storage bag was filled with shimmering, warm-looking immortal minerals.
A rough calculation shows there are over 20,000 yuan inside.
He glanced at the jade skeleton, remained silent for a moment, and then bowed slightly to the skeleton in a gesture of respect.
It is not a sign of respect.
Rather, it is the proper etiquette that practitioners should have towards a certain being who returns everything to heaven and earth and creates a blessed land.
After doing all this, he called out to Daoist Jin Yu, and the two of them disappeared into the stone wall, returning along the same path.
Emerging from the mine, Ye Yang looked back at the deep entrance and silently channeled his inner energy, pointing several times in the direction of the entrance.
Several beams of condensed, almost tangible spiritual light disappeared into the mountain.
Suddenly, the rocks around the cave entrance seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling and closing in.
Before long, the place turned into an ordinary rock wall without any gaps, and no one could tell that there was a hidden cave below.
"Let's go."
Ye Yang spoke to Jin Yu Dao Ren in a flat tone, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Looking at the cave entrance that had completely "disappeared," Jin Yu Dao Ren followed behind Ye Yang, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the vast mountains.
a few days later.
Ye Yang returned to the Canghai Sea, which he had left long ago, all alone.
The last time I came, it was during the Canghai Trade Fair.
Amidst the seamless blend of sea and sky, a dazzling light soared into the heavens, cultivators thronged the area, and a plethora of rare treasures, spiritual materials, and magical artifacts were on display.
It was bustling and lively, filled with a vibrant atmosphere of life and desire.
Now, the grand event has ended.
The ocean remains vast and boundless, but with the fading of prosperity, it reveals a sense of indescribable loneliness and emptiness.
Ye Yang stood on a mountain peak overlooking the sea, his face expressionless.
He had long since grown accustomed to the changing times and fleeting prosperity.
However, this time, the purpose of returning is different, and so is the state of mind.
He needs opportunity, but even more so, he needs guidance.
The Mahayana realm is no longer a distant and unattainable legend for him now.
But the road ahead is still shrouded in mystery, and a true "guide" is needed.
Having determined his direction, Ye Yang transformed into a dim streak of light, skimming low over the sea.
In a short while, they arrived above what appeared to be an ordinary sea area.
The seawater below was deep and dark, displaying a rich, inky blue color. Divine senses probing into it could detect faint fluctuations in the array and the power of spatial distortion.
This is where the Ancestor of the Vast Ocean cultivated in seclusion.
Ye Yang did not rush in rashly, but stood still in the void, straightened his clothes, and showed a respectful expression.
"Junior Ye Yang requests an audience with Ancestor Canghai. I humbly request an audience with you, senior." (End of Chapter)