Necropolis Immortal

lline stars floated around Lu Yun and Qing Yu.
They were starstones instead of real stars—the culmination of the energy of the stars.
The real cosmos was to be found outside the reaches of the world of immortals.
Here, they were still in its upper atmosphere.

“This is the place, but we can’t see it.” Qing Yu frowned.
“Only by refining all of the mandates of the world and perceiving the heart of a celestial emperor will we be able to see the gates to the world of immortals.”

Dense information of death flooded into Lu Yun when he opened the Spectral Eye.

“This is the place alright… previous generations of celestial emperors and all sorts of divines died here…” he murmured.
“The origins of that ancient great war are here too! But, apart from the denizens of the world of immortals, I don’t see any information about the enemy.
…open!”

Black and white light suddenly flashed in front of them as the Formation Orb appeared over Lu Yun’s head.
Its light swept the emptiness, projecting the truth of the place they stood in.

It was a dusky and crimson land—the red dirt underfoot plainly crushed bones drenched with blood.
An enormous scarlet door rose at the end of this territory; bloody light danced upon it as boundless killing intent flooded this land.

Nine great figures sat crosslegged on the ground in a strange formation, constantly battling the malice from the other side of the door.
Lu Yun glimpsed a massive origin divine on the ground, one who lay unmoving in the stillness of death.

“Damn, we’re a little bit too late.
I could’ve saved him had we gotten here a day earlier.” Lu Yun sighed faintly as he studied the withered husk of the origin divine.
“Junior Lu Yun greets the nine seniors.”

He waved a hand to retrieve the Formation Orb as he and Qing Yu had already entered the world formed by the gates.

“You came here so quickly!” Zhao Fengyang’s eyes shot wide open when he saw their visitor.
He’d thought very highly of Lu Yun and wanted to personally raise him before the abdication overruled everything.
That had been when the previous generation of celestial emperors had fallen, and they had no choice but to step down from their positions to fill in the hole.

“To think you’d achieve such accomplishments in less than six years!” sighed another celestial emperor.
“It’s a shame that we haven’t made enough time for you.
If you had another thousand years, I’m sure you would do your utmost to protect the world.
Alas… we only have seventy years!”

“Can it be that after seventy years… seniors…” An unnatural expression hung on Qing Yu’s face.

“Isn’t it laughable? We nine have exceeded the dao immortal realm and set foot into the ingress realm, but we can only hold on for seventy years!” Zhao Fengyang laughed bleakly.
“If no new celestial emperors arrive here after seventy years, that means the end of the world as well.”

It was a pity that the newest crop of celestial emperors had no idea what their position truly entailed.
Most importantly, Witherdew Major was destroyed.
No new ruler would be born there for a very long time.

“Seventy years is too short,” sighed the nine.

“What’s behind the doors? The people who destroyed the Primordial Era?” Lu Yun asked after a pause.

“No.” Zhao Fengyang shook his head.
“Yin spirits, a never-ending tide of them! After life in the multiverse perished, they became yin spirits! In all of the worlds, ours is the only sanctuary that hasn’t been destroyed.

“The great war a hundred thousand years ago wasn’t just one confined to our world, but a great war against all life in the entire multiverse! We barely managed to hang on, but everywhere else outside the world of immortals has become ravaged ruins.”