Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 679 - 678: Marshal of the North

The scenery on the Ancient Road remained as before, with bustling fallen leaves undulating and endless dust scattering wantonly, as if in the past ten thousand years, no change had occurred here.

Wen Yuqing's figure was also like this. She knelt quietly, having yet to make any movement.

This had already drawn the attention of those "dignitaries" deep within the Ancient City; of course, a few of the younger dignitaries had also visited.

Watching Wen Yuqing from afar and recalling some ancient rumors, their expressions shifted.

But as time wore on and Wen Yuqing remained motionless, doubt inevitably arose. There was something fishy going on.

A young dignitary squinted, stating with conviction, "She's just a shadow, scattered by the wind, I'm sure of it. If you don't believe me, go up and try."

The multitude of Golden Soldiers exchanged glances, none daring to step forward.

Regardless of whether she was a shadow or not, what did it have to do with them? Even if she wasn't... they were no match for Wen Yuqing, even if she didn't summon the sovereign of the dynasty!

"Enough, enough! When I've studied the matter more closely and my work is complete, I will surely break her spell," the young dignitary declared, his eyes and brows resolute.

"The dignitary is wise."

"Long live the dignitary."

"The dignitary is awesome…" Apart from flattery, the Golden Soldiers didn't know what else to say.

Since Wen Yuqing had started kneeling here, a total of thirteen dignitaries had come. They had employed various methods to test, judge, conjecture, observe, and speculate...

Most of them concluded: "She's definitely not here."

But what was the point of all their talk? Why didn't they just rush up and eliminate Wen Yuqing?

This young woman was an undying being; even if killed, she could reincarnate. After another eighty or a hundred years, she would return.

Sigh! The soldiers were speechless; in all their years, they had never seen such a stubborn woman.

She wasn't ignorant of how powerful the dignitaries from deep within the Ancient City were. If it was time for her Tao Verification, she should just do it! Go do whatever she needed to do.

Get married, have children, experience life for a change.

Or find a secluded place and cultivate in peace as she grew old.

Besides, as long as she didn't enter the Ancient City, surely there was hardly anyone in the Nine Heavens brainless enough to seek her out?

「An hour later.」

The young dignitary suddenly leaped up, rebuking, "She's fake, I'm certain of it!"

Everyone: "..."

He was right. But so what?

The Undying Furnace remained.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone, the real Wen Yuqing had lingered in Wuzhou for a time before returning to Huangzhou. Following some rather unreliable clues, she had unwittingly arrived in the vast lands of the Northern Border.

Then, after a few more days of searching, she found her way to the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land.

Wen Yuqing murmured to herself, Strange... I sensed fluctuations of Mighty Power before, but now they've dissipated? Could it be hidden in there?

MOO!

Just then, Lao Huang, the old ox, came galloping over. Seeing Wen Yuqing from a distance, he seemed exceptionally happy.

Wen Yuqing exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you here, Lao Huang? Where's Pingping?"

Lao Huang wagged his tail, his large eyes fixed on the entrance of the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land.

Wen Yuqing paused, then a look of understanding dawned on her. Are you saying Pingping asked you to go in?

Lao Huang nodded.

Could it be that Pingping detected something unusual here, which is why he sent you to investigate? She squinted, a faint smile playing on her lips.

There was something she wasn't sure whether to say or not.

She had searched all this way to reach this place, while Chen Pingping had sent Lao Huang here to explore. Truly... it was as if master and disciple shared a telepathic connection.

Wen Yuqing praised, "Worthy of being my disciple. He must have guessed that I intended to enter the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land, so... he sent you to protect me."

Lao Huang: ??? Whoa, whoa, whoa? Had the topic shifted? What on earth was she thinking?

Wen Yuqing laughed, waving her hand grandly. "Lao Huang, let's go! I'll take you to play in the Netherworld."

Although she hadn't pinpointed the source of the Mighty Power, nor had she seen what Chen Pingping had witnessed, having Lao Huang by her side was enough to make her feel perfectly content.

Some matters, she simply pushed to the back of her mind.

The woman and the ox stepped into the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land and vanished.

However, Wen Yuqing's mention of the "Netherworld" surprised Lao Huang. Were the depths of the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land the Netherworld? Surely not? In that case, Xiaoyu must have entered the Netherworld? Lao Huang felt dejected.

"It is said that demon cultivation originated from the resentful Qi of a mighty deity. Therefore, deep within the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land, there must undoubtedly be heavy concentrations of resentful Qi," Wen Yuqing warned. "Little bull, you must stay close to me. Otherwise, if the resentful Qi invades you, it's very possible you'll undergo Demonization."

Although she had never been here before, she was all too familiar with the origins of demon cultivation.

She also knew which world lay connected to the depths of the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land.

Stepping inside, they found themselves in a bizarre world. There was no sunlight, no bright moon; the entire space was illuminated by a Liuli-like green glow.

The glow varied from dense to sparse, creating a gradient. It looked as if some raw material had been sprinkled here, irregularly and unevenly.

Wen Yuqing looked around, quite accustomed to such sights.

She had lived for countless years. What grand sights hadn't she seen? She had even witnessed the legendary Nether River and played upon its banks.

Wen Yuqing sighed softly. It's unwilling to see me, perhaps it feels I am not worthy. "In that case," she continued, "we needn't study this place any further. After all, neither you nor I are demon cultivators; those inheritances have nothing to do with us."

She led Lao Huang deeper into the area.

Even when they encountered some peculiar sights along the way, they didn't linger; their purpose was very clear.

To enter the Netherworld.

Of course, not being demon cultivators, stepping into the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land meant they were destined to face perils and pay a price.

Wanting to pass through here to enter the Netherworld was even more incredibly difficult...

Historical records showed that the number of people who had successfully entered the Netherworld could be counted on one hand. Yet Wen Yuqing couldn't care less, her expression indifferent.

First, she was no ordinary practitioner.

Second, she had already reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm and was just one step from the Emperor Realm. Moreover, the Bloodline Power within her, along with various other trump cards and her deep foundations, was enough to challenge an Emperor Realm expert.

So her strength was also very formidable.

Furthermore, with her powerful perception, she could easily avoid many unnecessary troubles, even the willful entanglements of ancient demon cultivators.

"No matter what sounds you hear later on, don't look at them or concern yourself with them," Wen Yuqing instructed.

Demonic Qi erosion mostly affected those whose willpower wasn't strong.

Against those cultivators who were overly determined and powerful, it was helpless...

They didn't know how long they had walked, perhaps about half a month, but they still hadn't reached the entrance to the Netherworld when Wen Yuqing stopped before a lone grave.

The area was still suffused with a dense, green, transitioning light, but it was clearly different from the environment they had left behind.

The color seemed more translucent.

The Demonic Qi permeating the area was also very strong, potent enough to inadvertently erode a person's mind and spirit.

And there was a lone grave blocking their path.

Lao Huang glanced at it.

It was a nameless, lone grave—no tombstone, no weeds, just a mound of green earth. Lao Huang extended his Divine Sense toward it but could perceive nothing.

Wen Yuqing, standing beside it, looked up and said, "This is a Great General from my dynasty."

She stretched out her slender hand...

The lone grave suddenly trembled, as if the Great General, buried for countless years, was about to be resurrected at that very moment.

Alas, the Great General could not be resurrected; he had truly fallen, his life and Dao extinguished.

Wen Yuqing knew for certain that he was a powerful figure from her dynasty because of a kind of undying force: the power of faith.

Soon, several wisps of ethereal white light floated out from the lone grave, converging towards Wen Yuqing's hand before vanishing into it.

Sorrow flickered in her eyes. "Marshal of the North."

Then she looked towards the depths. "Was your Commander's Seal taken into the Netherworld?"

"Rest in peace!"

"I will surely ignite the undying fire of the dynasty..." Her gaze was determined.

Once she had taken the "power of faith" from the lone grave, it truly became just an anonymous mound of earth. In the ages to come, should anyone else pass by, they would never know the identity or origins of the one buried there.

Wen Yuqing took a deep breath and said, "When I return, I will erect a monument for you."