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After slowly letting out a breath, Yi Yan revealed a struggling look as he struggled to lift his other leg and continued walking.

In the depths of the distant Immortal Pavilion, a meter tall golden figurine was floating in the air with a dejected expression, as if it was feeling vexed about something.

The little person's figure was very faint, blurry to the point that it was almost translucent. It floated in the air constantly, as if it could disappear with the wind at any time.

Upon closer inspection, the little person's appearance was similar to the old man that had appeared in the Writ of Immortal Ascension.

Sweat rolled down Yi Yan's body as a trail of water formed behind him, guiding him forward.

With a sound, he suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, which emitted extremely pleasant surprise. It was as if he didn't expect that there was actually someone in the Cultivation Realm who could endure such a great pressure and so easily.

"High quality Spiritual Artifact, its body is at least at the high quality Spiritual Artifact's level of strength! Haha! The heavens are indestructible my Immortal Monarch Shang Long! Destroying my body, yet sending such a fine material here, hehe! It was just that he never thought that such a small body would exist within such a tiny Cultivation Realm! Could it be that he was a Body Refinement Cultivator? Well, should I just get him over here? Forget it. I've waited millions of years already, so I don't care about this time at all. "It's better not to make it so obvious and not to make it too obvious, otherwise it would be unattractive to attract other people's attention."

Sweat rolled down Yi Yan's body as a trail of water formed behind him, guiding him forward.

However, the dejection from before had disappeared from his face and his face had brightened up. Even his faintly discernible body seemed to become more real as his mood improved.

The little person that called himself Immortal Monarch Shang Long no longer wandered around aimlessly, but instead found a jade chair and sat down. His eyes were slightly closed, as though he was in a meditative state.

Yi Yan was completely unaware that he was being closely watched by others, but he continued to display the response an early stage Body Fusion cultivator should have under this enormous pressure.

However, what made him curious was that the pressure in the door gradually lessened as he went deeper. Under normal circumstances, the pressure should have increased as he went deeper. It was truly against common sense.

However, Yi Yan didn't have the time to ponder over it now. Besides, it was better to reduce the pressure.

As Yi Yan walked deeper in, Li Xuan, who was more familiar with him, almost cheered out. Although he was confident in Yi Yan's strength, when he saw that was safe and sound with his own eyes, Li Xuan still couldn't help but feel excited.

Sweat rolled down Yi Yan's body as a trail of water formed behind him, guiding him forward.

Before entering the cave, they naturally hoped to see Yi Yan fall to the ground, just like the few other cultivators that had entered previously. It would be best if he fell to the ground and exploded under the immense pressure.

But the moment Yi Yan entered, they hoped that Yi Yan would succeed, because that showed that they, who were much stronger than him, could safely enter as well.

As a result, they looked on helplessly as Yi Yan advanced with difficulty and tenaciousness. Their feelings were rather complicated.

Finally, when Yi Yan was two-thirds of the way to the door, no matter if it was Luo Ji and the others, or the Mahayana Period expert led by Lu Gong and Tianqian Sect, all the cultivators were unable to suppress their internal impulse. They all imitated Yi Yan's actions and unleashed their battle armor, pushing their true essence with all their might, carefully stepping in.

Everyone felt their bodies sink as soon as they entered the room. An enormous pressure suddenly pressed down on them.

But there was one thing they did not know, and that was that the pressure now was already less than ten times less than when Yi Yan had gone in!

When the large group of cultivators entered the doorway, the first few cultivators that entered gradually calmed down and struggled to stand up. At this moment, they believed that they had already adapted to the pressure here.

"We're finally out!"

Yi Yan let out a long breath, and stretched his limbs a little. Feeling that his body had actually only moved a little, the corner of Yi Yan's mouth curled into an evil smile.

If one passed through that door hole, then it could be considered as having truly entered the range of Immortal Pavilion.

Yi Yan forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned his head and looked at the tens of cultivators who were still struggling to enter the cave. He turned his head and looked at the empty courtyard that appeared in front of him, then released his Immortal Consciousness that scattered in all directions.

What surprised him was that his Immortal Consciousness seemed to be greatly suppressed here. After finding the wall more than a kilometer away, it was difficult to advance another step.

But Yi Yan thought about it and understood: since the owner of this Immortal Pavilion was able to set up such a terrifying gravitational seal, and had experienced so much power for so many years, it would be too easy to set up a restriction on Immortal Consciousness s.

At this time, Yi Yan, like the other cultivators, had already determined that this Immortal Pavilion was the abode of some unknown immortal who had descended into the mortal world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the "Immortal Pavilion".

This was an obvious name.

Since the Immortal Consciousness was useless, Yi Yan did not try to force himself and directly observed it with his naked eye.

At his level, let alone a kilometer away, even a fly dozens of miles away could distinguish if it was a male or female.

Therefore, although the Immortal Consciousness could not carefully distinguish the energy fluctuations outside the walls, there was still no problem with the rough layout.

The space inside the door was approximately a semicircle, and Yi Yan was currently standing in the middle of this semicircle with an extremely wide field of vision.

As far as he could see, Yi Yan had clearly seen one hundred and eight small doors on the wall.

These doors looked exactly the same on the outside, but there was no difference at all. Even when Yi Yan approached them and used Immortal Consciousness to carefully inspect the energy fluctuations around them, he could not find any difference.

From the looks of it, the owner of the Immortal Pavilion seemed to want to let every cultivator who came in randomly choose a door to enter through. Whether they would be able to obtain the artifact from the Immortal Realm, or would be killed by the powerful restrictions, it all depended on one's luck and luck.

Yi Yan did not plan to be the first to enter. In this Immortal Pavilion where danger lurked in every corner, it was better to have a companion.

As a result, after confirming that there was nothing worth collecting in the surrounding area, Yi Yan sat down cross-legged and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

Yi Yan didn't have to wait for too long. After half a day, all the cultivators had passed through the doorway and arrived at his side.

At the moment the last cultivator entered the Immortal Pagoda, several lines of large golden words suddenly appeared in the center of the space surrounded by walls. The sudden change attracted everyone's attention, and they all carefully read on.

Juniors, congratulations on successfully entering the Immortal Pagoda. There are 108 gates in front of you, and they are divided into 3 types:

The right thirty-six gates are safe. Once you enter, you can go straight to the end." There was one high-grade spirit artifact, high-grade spirit pellet, or even some high-grade refining materials in one of the twelve sects. There was nothing in the other twenty-four sects. The danger level of the thirty-six sects in the middle was average. At the end of the twenty-four doors was a top grade spirit artifact, top grade spirit pill, or some top grade refining materials. The thirty-six doors on the left were the most dangerous. They might encounter top tier restrictions or even attacks from immortal beasts. Of course, the harvest was proportional to the degree of danger. Every sect had a low grade immortal equipment or immortal pills. As long as you could pass the test, it would be yours! Right now, everyone could choose to enter one door at will, or several people could enter the same door at the same time. However, if the number of people didn't increase by one, the strength of the attacks received would double!

< p > Whenever someone passes through successfully, the door he goes through turns green; if someone dies there, it turns red.

When everyone passed the test or if they never came out again, the Immortal Training Pavilion would completely close down.

After reading this passage, almost all cultivators' breathing became heavy. Immortal Artifact!

What an alluring word!

It had to be known that the number of Immortal Artifact in the entire Cultivation Realm did not exceed ten, yet there were actually thirty-six here!

The huge temptation caused everyone's eyes to turn red. An impulsive cultivator of the intermediate stage of the heavenly tribulation directly charged into the most dangerous door without any hesitation.

The temptation of Immortal Artifact was too great for him. If he could get a Immortal Artifact, then he had an 80% chance of surviving the upcoming heavenly tribulation.

After he entered, the door closed once more, isolating everyone's spiritual awareness.

However, the rest of the cultivators were still keeping a close eye on the door, waiting for it to change color to determine which one they would challenge next.

They didn't have to wait for too long. Only a quarter of an hour later, a faint, heart-wrenching scream came from inside the door. When all the cultivators focused their eyes, the door had already turned blood-red.

This scene immediately caused a stir in the crowd. A middle stage Divine Tribulation master had been reduced to ashes in just a quarter of an hour?

Everyone began to rethink in their hearts. Although Immortal Artifact were good, they still had to be alive to take it.

What was slightly unexpected to Yi Yan was that the first person to make the choice was Li Xuan, the one who made the choice was Herba Fang Sect. He cupped his hands in a natural and easy manner, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am the weakest among them, so there is no need to even think about Immortal Artifact. I will choose the right-most door, and wish everyone a smooth sailing."

After saying that, Li Xuan turned around and said to Cen Kun, "City Lord, take care!"

He had followed Cen Kun for hundreds of years within Zhen Yi City and City Lord's Mansion, so the relationship between the two of them was much deeper than the other disciples.

Cen Kun nodded his head and said with a pleased smile, "That's good too. It's not bad to be able to get a high ranked Spiritual Artifact, haha."

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