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

Chapter 712: The Exploration Continues! More and more ruins!

As Chen Fan circled around the edge of the Land of Dead Souls, the chilling darkness behind him gradually receded into the distance. The stench of despair that permeated the very marrow of the air finally faded somewhat, replaced by a more ancient and profound silence.

He stopped on a relatively flat patch of gravel and glanced back in the direction of the land of the dead.

The aura of the Mysterious Bone Master could no longer be sensed.

After searching in vain, the old monster who was half-step into the Void Refinement stage seemed to have concluded that he had completely escaped this area and that his whereabouts were now unknown.

Chen Fan withdrew his gaze, tucked Eleven back into the scabbard at his waist, and then wrapped the Black Soul Banner with the isolation barrier again before inserting it into his back.

After breaking through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the range of his divine sense coverage more than doubled.

With the blessing of the Fixed Word Technique, every spatial rift, every ruin and remnant, and every faint spiritual energy fluctuation within a radius of dozens of miles was as clear in his sea of ​​consciousness as the lines on his palm.

He took the map jade slip from Yuan Lingzi's storage bag and pressed it to his forehead to reconfirm the route.

The second dangerous place marked on the map had already been left far behind in the ensuing battle with Xuan Gu Shangren.

The third dangerous area, the one marked by Yuan Lingzi with a blood-red skull, is still dozens of miles ahead.

According to the map, if you walk northeast from the edge of this ruins, passing through a group of collapsed palaces and a corridor with relatively sparse spatial rifts, you will reach the edge of the underground space.

There was a stone palace ruin there, and Yuan Lingzi left a blood-red skull mark on the map.

That mark signifies extreme danger.

Chen Fan put the jade slip back into his pocket, but did not immediately head in that direction.

His current location is completely off the safe route marked by Yuan Lingzi.

It should be noted that the Land of Dead Souls is a forbidden zone marked by dark red divine consciousness on the map, and Yuan Lingzi suggested that they take a detour of at least ten miles.

However, Chen Fan did not take a detour; instead, he plunged straight in, and now he emerged from a location outside the area marked on the map.

Looking around, the ruins were completely different from anything he had seen before.

If the stone palaces on both sides of the riverbed were relatively orderly, and the wreckage of the flying boats in the center of the ruins were relatively concentrated, then this area in front of us was a complete hodgepodge.

The architectural ruins of various styles are piled up in a completely illogical way, as if an invisible hand had grabbed a handful from countless different worlds and scattered them here at will.

To the left is a palace ruin built of dark blue stone. The surface of the stone is decorated with star-patterned patterns similar to those on the stone pillars on both sides of the riverbed. Although most of the palace has collapsed, its former grandeur can still be seen.

Not far to the right, however, lay the ruins of a pavilion built of some kind of pitch-black wood, which had not completely decayed even after countless millennia.

The wood was covered with twisted and bizarre runes, unlike any other writing system used by any cultivation kingdom on Tiannan Star.

A few steps further on, the ground was littered with fragments of an altar made of bones. These bones were not human bones, but rather the bones of some enormous beast, each as tall as several people, and covered with dense sacrificial runes.

A tattered, blood-red flag was stuck diagonally in the center of the altar. The patterns on the flag were long since blurred, but the flag itself was still emitting a very faint spiritual energy fluctuation, as if it had been waiting for something for endless years.

Further away, there were the ruins of several towers entirely cast in metal. The towers were leaning precariously, their surfaces pitted and corroded, yet some runes on them still flickered with a ghostly blue light.

The style of the runes was somewhat similar to the star chart patterns that Chen Fan had seen on the stone pillars on both sides of the riverbed, but it was simpler and more rigid, like a product of the same civilization in different periods.

There was another spot that caught Chen Fan's eye a few more times.

It was a flying boat that was stuck at an angle in a pile of rubble. The hull was relatively well preserved, at least its shape was still intact.

The flying boat was not made of dark blue metal, but was carved from a transparent crystal. Inside the crystal, there was a faint flow of light, like solidified crystal.

The bow of the ship was engraved with an emblem that Chen Fan did not recognize at all; the emblem was a sun surrounded by nine long swords.

Chen Fan stopped beside the flying boat and carefully probed its interior with his divine sense. The spiritual energy structure within the crystal was extremely unique, capable of reflecting most of his divine sense back. He could only barely sense a few weathered skeletons scattered inside the boat, along with several fragments of magical artifacts that had lost their luster.

He withdrew his divine sense and circled the flying boat again. There was an extremely smooth cut at the stern, as if it had been severed by some extremely sharp force.

The edge of the cut was as smooth as a mirror, just like the cracks he had seen on the stone temples on both sides of the riverbed.

It was that kind of power again.

Chen Fan stood before the incision for a moment, then gently touched its edge. The touch was cool and smooth, without any residual spiritual energy fluctuations, which only made it more unsettling.

To be able to cleave a flying boat of this caliber in one strike, the attacker's cultivation level must be at least at the Refinement of Void realm, or even higher. Furthermore, the fact that the power contained in that attack left no residual fluctuations after countless millennia indicates that the attacker had controlled their power to the point of complete control.

That was a realm that even Chen Fan couldn't comprehend.

He withdrew his finger and continued walking forward.

The ruins along the way became increasingly dense and chaotic. In one area, the ground was covered with a thick layer of jade slip fragments, piled up like a mountain, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

Chen Fan scanned several of the jade slips with his divine sense and found that the contents of these jade slips had completely dissipated, leaving not even a trace of divine sense fluctuation.

There was an area scattered with a large number of alchemy furnace remains, and those furnaces were all different in style.

Some are three-legged round tripods cast in bronze, while others are octagonal square furnaces made of purple gold.

There are also several alchemy furnaces carved from unknown stones, and the carving style on the furnaces is different from that of any alchemy sect on Tiannan Star.

However, these alchemy furnaces were completely destroyed. The array patterns on the furnace body had long since died out, and the flames in the furnace chamber had long since been extinguished, leaving only cold, empty shells.

Chen Fan squatted down next to a purple-gold alchemy furnace and tapped the furnace wall with his finger.

The furnace wall emitted a muffled thud, with a faint echo reverberating inside. He probed the furnace chamber with his divine sense and discovered a small clump of grayish-white powder remaining deep within.

The powder was extremely fine in texture, and under the perception of divine sense, it emitted a very faint fluctuation of medicinal power.

The ashes of the elixir.