Chapter 8: Soul Seal Plate(III)

When Sui Ning woke up, she was sitting cross-legged, and Xie Changzhou was behind her, closed-eyed and transmitting spiritual energy to heal her injuries.

The pain all over her body had already dissipated a lot, and now it was within the range that she could endure.

“Jianzun, I’m fine.”

She turned around and stopped Xie Changzhou’s hand, which kept transmitting spiritual energy to her, smiling to indicate that she was unimpeded.

She didn’t know where they had been swept away to or if there would be any danger. Now, only Xie Changzhou had the ability to fight, so she couldn’t waste spiritual energy on healing her.

Looking at Sui Ning’s weak and pale face, Xie Changzhou pursed his thin lips, looking a little worried.

She was barely holding on.

After being hit by a demonic beast that could rival a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was lucky that she hadn’t died.

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Xie Changzhou’s glassy eyes were calm and deep as he softly answered Sui Ning’s question, “The Wildlands.”

The system was explained to Sui Ning in a timely manner: [The Wildlands are a mystical place from thirty thousand years ago that was once a battlefield between the Immortals and Demons.]

Sui Ning’s eyes widened suddenly, thirty thousand years ago?

“Miss Ningning, this is just an illusion,” Xie Changzhou patiently explained, worried that Sui Ning might be scared.

As if to prove his words, a man entered the tent.

He was wearing silver-white armor, was tall and upright, and had his black hair tied up high with a jade crown. His face was handsome, but his eyes and eyebrows were particularly sharp, with the aura of someone in a position of power.

Sui Ning quickly pulled Xie Changzhou to the side and whispered, “Jianzun, someone’s here; hide quickly!”

Xie Changzhou didn’t move, his glassy eyes fixed on the general who had entered the tent, his face contemplative.

Sui Ning finally realized that the general had walked straight through the two of them as if he hadn’t seen them at all.

“Miss Ningning, everything here is a manifestation of past events, just illusions,” Xie Changzhou patiently explained.

Sui Ning asked uncertainly, “So you mean they can’t see us?”

“Yes,” Xie Changzhou confirmed.

Relieved, Sui Ning looked over at Xie Changzhou, who was still watching the general intently. She followed his gaze and saw the general frowning at the formation map in front of him, his murderous aura heavy.

After a while, several soldiers walked in from outside the tent.

“Has the scout sent to the Demon Realm returned?” the general asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty. The scout has returned and reported that Zhutao and several other demon elders have been holed up in the camp for five days, presumably discussing the formation,” the soldier replied.

The general sneered, his voice icy. “The Demon Realm is known for its despicable tactics. Send orders to strictly guard the passage to the mortal realm, and don’t let them cause trouble there.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” a soldier half-knelt and hurriedly left the tent.

Feeling dizzy, Sui Ning asked the system in her mind, “What is the mortal realm?”

The system replied, [Didn’t I tell you before? Thirty thousand years ago, there were two realms: the upper realm of the immortals and demons, and the lower realm of the cultivators, underworlds, devils, and mortals. After the War of the Wildlands, thirty thousand years ago, the Demon Realm fell and several demon elders perished. The Immortals drove them to the lower realm and sealed them in the Tower of Souls in the far north.]

[Ten thousand years ago, the spiritual power in the immortal world declined, and many immortals fell one after another. So, the passage between the immortal realm and the lower realm was closed, and the only way to ascend to the immortal realm was through a very difficult process. In the past ten thousand years, less than ten people have been able to achieve this. After the passage between the immortal realm and the lower realm was closed, the demons broke through the Soul-Sealing Tower and caused trouble in the lower realm, leading to a great war between the cultivation realm and the demon realm.]

It turns out that this is the case.

Sui Ning understood and then seemed to think of something, quickly asking, “You said the Wildlands battlefield; isn’t this the same as the war between the immortal realm and the demon realm?”

The system praised her with a smile: [You’re really great. You just realized it now.]

Sui Ning turned to look at Xie Changzhou and said excitedly, “Jianzun, this is the war between the immortal and demon realms thousands of years ago!”

She was excited and a little bit thrilled, and Xie Changzhou was a bit puzzled. What was she excited about?

Sui Ning said she wanted to witness history.

Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

According to the system, the demon realm suffered a terrible defeat in this war and was directly suppressed in the far north for tens of thousands of years.

That’s really satisfying.

Xie Changzhou had no choice but to look at Sui Ning with a gentle gaze and a warm smile on his lips.

The general called the Emperor looked at the defense map with a solemn expression, and with a wave of his big hand, a water curtain appeared in the void.

It was a desert, surrounded by desolation.

The general spoke, saying, “We will set up a four-sided killing array in the four corners of the Wildlands battlefield. Once the demon army enters the wilderness battlefield, we will immediately activate the array.”

He turned to look at the four soldiers in front of him, and the coldness on his face weakened a bit, revealing a hint of reluctance in his jet-black eyes.

He remained silent for a long time with a heavy expression.

“The immortal realm will forever remember the sacrifices of the four immortal lords. As long as I, Emperor Ling Lang, am still alive, I will use my life to protect the families of the four immortal lords.”

The four warriors immediately kneeled down and said, ‘To sacrifice for the immortal realm is our greatest honor!’

‘Ling Lang?’

“The creator of the Jade Hairpin was the ancient immortal Emperor Ling Lang.”

“Wasn’t Ling Lang the one who led the battle in the War of the Wildlands?”

Sui Ning looked at Xie Changzhou in shock. He stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome profile framed by long black eyelashes that hid his countless thoughts.

The Four-Direction Killing Array is an ancient formation that is spread out in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and southwest. It is extremely well hidden. But this formation is ferocious, using people as its eyes. The higher the cultivation level of the eye of the formation, the more power it absorbs and the stronger it becomes. In the end, when the formation is complete, the eye of the formation explodes and dies, with their souls being scattered.

His tone carried some sadness, his voice was low, and the warm aura around him became heavy.

Sui Ning was taken aback. So, these four warriors were the eyes of the formation?

She looked at the warriors, who all had calm and resolute expressions, showing no fear of death.

She felt a bit depressed.

Sui Ning and the others had been in this war for three days. During these three days, Sui Ning spent most of her time meditating and healing, watching the immortal soldiers practice, or staring at Emperor Ling Lang in his tent.

For three days, the Emperor Ling Lang has hardly closed his eyes, watching the soldiers train day and night or discussing military strategy with a few generals. Xie Changzhou has also been quietly meditating for three days.

At first, they thought there might be some danger in this illusion they were brought into, but now it’s been three days and there’s been no abnormality. It’s as if the person who brought them into this illusion didn’t want to harm them but rather wanted them to witness the great battle between the immortals and demons that took place thirty thousand years ago, and more specifically, the outcome of the battle for Emperor Ling Lang.

No matter how far Sui Ning ran away, she would always be pulled back to Emperor Ling Lang’s camp. So, she realized that the person who brought them into the illusion had a true goal of wanting to see Emperor Ling Lang.

Finally, unable to resist her curiosity, Sui Ning poked Xie Changzhou, who was sitting next to her with his eyes closed in meditation, and asked how they could leave the illusion.

Xie Changzhou opened his long lashes and looked at Sui Ning with his glassy eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile at her gloomy expression. “We can leave the illusion once we have finished the task that was entrusted to us,” he replied.

Sui Ning didn’t understand what task he was talking about and asked if someone had asked them to do something. Xie Changzhou’s gentle gaze fell on her, his mouth curled up, and his eyes seemed to twinkle like stars as he nodded in agreement.

So, there was someone who wanted their help with something that was related to Emperor Ling Lang. On the sixth day of their journey into the illusion, Emperor Ling Lang finally had a moment of leisure. He took out a jade hairpin from his bosom, and his fierce eyebrows and eyes softened instantly. It was the Lang Yu hairpin.

Sui Ning also took out the jade hairpin from the Qiankun bag. The jade was of excellent quality, carved with a lifelike orchid, and pure spiritual power was contained within the hairpin.

“I suppose Emperor Ling Lang loves his wife very much,” Sui Ning said.

Upon hearing Sui Ning’s words, Xie Changzhou was slightly stunned.

It had been too long since the events of the Upper Realm had been passed down through generations of people in the Lower Realm, and it was already difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

But Xie Changzhou still remembered seeing a description of Ling Lang in the Limitless Sword Sect’s library.

Emperor Ling Lang, born with an immortal body, was very murderous; his wife, Empress Chan Yu, also died under his sword, and his whereabouts were unknown after the next emperor took over.

Later generations all said that the empress died at the hands of Ling Lang, but now it seems that Ling Lang is not such a cruel and bloodthirsty person, and he also had feelings for his wife.

Then why did he kill the empress?

Or is it that the later records were incorrect?

The person who brought them in—could it be Emperor Ling Lang?

On the tenth day, the Demon Realm attacked.

Ling Lang wore silver-white armor and held a long sword in his hand, his eyes cold and his lips tightly pursed, as his killing intent poured out like a flood.

Behind him were tens of thousands of soldiers, all dressed in armor and standing in formation.

A dark mass loomed in front of them, with strands of demonic energy enveloping the void above, dividing the whole wilderness into two halves.

One half was bright, and the other was dark.

“Zhuotao, this deity will ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to cross this wilderness?” Ling Lang’s voice was clear and cold, with a hint of casual threat and determination.

The ferocious figure of Zhutao was tall and had two long horns on his head. His eyes were blood-red, and he wore black battle armor with a demonic aura surrounding it. His face was wickedly crazy, and the curve of his lips grew larger as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

“Ling Lang, are you trying to persuade me to turn back?” He looked up and laughed loudly, and the demons behind him also laughed along.

Ling Lang’s lips curled slightly, with a murderous intent surging in his eyes, and he spoke in a deep voice, “Then die.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword intent whistled out, slicing through the void and carrying yellow sand towards Zhutao.

Zhutao also grabbed his long spear and flew toward it.

The battle between immortals and demons began.

Sui Ning looked up at the two figures tightly entwined in the void. They moved too fast, and Sui Ning could only see a flash of white light occasionally appearing in the black mist.

The immortals and the demons fought each other everywhere, with swords and limbs flying around.

Even though Sui Ning knew the outcome of this war, she was still shocked to see the horror of the battlefield with her own eyes.

Xie Changzhou stood calmly with his hands behind his back, gazing at the battlefield below with deep eyes.

Sui Ning’s cultivation was not high enough to feel it, but he was at the level of crossing the tribulation and was only one step away from ascension, so he was naturally more sensitive to spiritual energy.

At this moment, the entire barbaric land was slowly gathering into a killing formation.

The array was about to take shape.