Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 698 The Excitement of the Golden Bowl! A Frenzied Devouring!

Several relatively well-preserved stone halls are scattered on both sides of the riverbed. The halls are built with a dark blue stone that Chen Fan could not name, and the surface of the stone has faint water patterns flowing around it.

The palace gate was engraved with a huge circular pattern, which was very similar to the water pattern on the golden bowl, only it was tens of thousands of times larger.

At the center of the design is a fist-sized deep blue gemstone, within which something seems to be flowing, as if sealing an ocean.

Many stone halls have completely collapsed, and a large number of artifact fragments are scattered among the ruins.

There were fragments of magical artifacts made of some unknown metal, broken jade slips, spirit stones that had long lost their luster, and several skeletons half-buried in the sand.

Chen Fan crouched down and used his divine sense to examine one of the skeletons.

The bone was crystal clear like jade, and there were extremely subtle spiritual energy fluctuations remaining on the bones!

Surprisingly, this person's cultivation level before death was at least at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

What concerned him even more was that there were no signs of external injury on the skeleton, and the residual spiritual energy in the meridians did not seem to be caused by a battle, but rather seemed to be a natural death.

What kind of power could make a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage choose to die peacefully here?

A palm-sized stone tablet was half-buried in the sand next to the bones. Chen Fan picked it up and brushed off the dust.

The front of the stone tablet was engraved with several ancient characters, the strokes of which were different from those of any cultivation kingdom on Tiannan Star, but somewhat similar to the patterns on those stone pillars.

He couldn't understand the text.

Chen Fan put the stone tablet into his storage bag and continued walking deeper into the riverbed. The golden bowl trembled more and more violently in his arms; his desire was almost out of control.

He simply took the golden bowl out of his bosom and held it in his palm.

The moment the golden bowl was revealed, the entire underground river erupted in commotion.

The mist on the river surface exploded with a roar, transforming into countless water dragons that shot into the sky, swirling and hissing in the air.

The dark green water in the underground river began to surge toward the golden bowl at a visible speed, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface.

At this moment, the star patterns on the ancient stone pillars on both sides of the riverbed also lit up with a faint blue light, as if awakened from slumber by the aura of the golden bowl.

The entire riverbed trembled slightly, and the stone walls on both banks emitted a low hum, like ancient bells responding to some kind of call.

The golden bowl flew from Chen Fan's palm and hovered above the dark river.

The water-attribute runes on the bowl lit up completely, not with the faint blue light of before, but with a deep, almost liquid, azure blue.

The suction force surged from the rim of the bowl, transforming the innate water source in the underground river into a dark green column of water, which was continuously drawn into the bowl.

The water-attribute runes on the golden bowl grew brighter and brighter, gradually transforming from the initial azure blue into a kind of almost liquid flowing light that slowly swirls across the bowl.

The bowl, which originally only had three runes lit up—wood, earth, and fire—now has finally begun to awaken a fourth rune.

The entire riverbed was trembling.

The star-patterned patterns on the stone walls on both sides of the river lit up and dimmed in rhythm with the golden bowl swallowing the food, emitting a low hum.

The mist on the river grew thicker and thicker, and the water dragons formed from the mist swirled and hissed in the air. Their numbers increased from just a few to dozens, and then to hundreds, densely covering the entire dome.

Beyond the riverbed, in the deeper reaches of this ancient underground space, long-dormant auras are awakening.

In a corner of the ruins, deep within a half-collapsed stone temple, a pair of eyes that had been closed for who knows how many years suddenly opened.

Those eyes were cloudy and ancient, with a faint starlight flickering in their pupils, like two faint stars in the darkness. An old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged in the center of the stone hall, his body covered in a thick layer of dust, his breathing almost stopped.

But as the golden bowl began to absorb the primordial water, he moved. Dust fell from his body, revealing a worn-out robe beneath, its original color long since unrecognizable.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the riverbed, a look of disbelief flashing in his ancient eyes.

In another ruin, a middle-aged cultivator, gaunt as a skeleton, straightened up from under a collapsed stone pillar. His body was covered with dense spatial rifts, and his left arm was severed at the elbow, with faint traces of spatial power still remaining at the wound, clearly indicating that he had been injured while traversing a spatial rift.

After sensing the fluctuation, a look of greed and excitement appeared on his face. He licked his chapped lips and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Further away, figures emerged from the darkness from several stone halls. Some walked out from the depths of the ruins, some withdrew their divine senses from the edge of the spatial rift, and some put down the ancient magical artifacts they were digging with.

Their cultivation level was at least at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and some of their auras had even faintly touched the peak of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.

Their gazes all turned in the same direction!

bed.

But no one approached immediately.

The dense spatial rifts surrounding the riverbed acted as a natural defensive line, keeping these highly skilled ancient cultivators at bay.

The density and intensity of those spatial rifts were such that even those at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage dared not easily cross them. They could only linger on the periphery, using their divine sense to probe the movement in the riverbed, their expressions varied.

Some frowned, some were shocked, and some seemed thoughtful.

In a place beyond the reach of everyone's divine sense, at the deepest part of this underground space, there is an area that even spatial rifts dare not approach.

There were no ruins, no stone palaces, no starlight, only pure, absolute darkness.

In the darkness, the chains trembled slightly.

Those were nine enormous iron chains, each as thick as several people could hug, dark red in color, and covered with densely packed sealing runes.

Those runes were not the script of any cultivation kingdom on Tiannan Star, nor were they the star charts or array patterns on the ancient stone pillars in these ruins.

Instead, it is a more ancient and obscure writing system, with each rune emitting a faint crimson glow in the darkness, like nine winding crimson pythons.

Nine iron chains extended from nine different directions and converged in the center of the darkness.

There, a figure was firmly locked in place.

The figure was much taller than an average person, still several feet tall even when sitting cross-legged. He was covered with a thick layer of dark blue armor, the surface of which was covered with cracks, from which a faint green light seeped out, like dried bloodstains.

His face was swallowed by darkness, his features were indistinct, and only a sharply defined outline could be vaguely seen.

His limbs and torso were tightly bound by iron chains, the ends of which were deeply embedded in his flesh and bones, becoming one with them.

He is asleep.

I don't know how long I've been asleep.

Perhaps a thousand years, perhaps ten thousand years.

But just as the fluctuations from the golden bowl absorbing the innate water source arrived, a point of starlight lit up between his brows...