873: C873 Southern Sky

C873 Southern Sky

When Yang Junshan turned around, that man also steadied his body and raised his head to look at Yang Junshan.

The instant their gazes met, the person's gaze froze for a brief moment before returning to normal. He surveyed the surroundings before looking at the child for a moment before hesitantly asking, "This place is the Immortal Palace?"

Yang Junshan didn't say anything. The kid swallowed the last bit of the nut and nodded with his big eyes blinking, "Yeah!"

"Then …" The cultivator looked around at the small courtyard that was like a wall.

The kid didn't even raise his head, he just pointed in the direction of Yang Junshan and said, "Just get out of here!"

The cultivator looked at Yang Junshan again, because Yang Junshan was walking towards the exit that looked like a small yard.

"I am Jia Dong, how should I address you, friend?" The cultivator cupped his hands and smiled at Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan felt that this person's smile was a little fake. He raised his hand and said, "My surname is Yang. Greetings, Fellow Jia."

Taoist Master Jia Dong quickly walked in front of Yang Junshan and asked, "This is the first time I'm here in this immortal palace. I wonder if Fellow Yang can give me a few pointers?"

Yang Junshan's undetectable gaze swept across the child and found that he didn't even look at them. He smiled and said, "To be honest, this is also my first time here at this immortal palace. I was also clueless, and I'm afraid I don't know as much as Fellow Jia."

As he spoke, Yang Junshan opened the door of the yard and was about to step out.

Seeing this, Daoist Jia Dong hurriedly shouted, "Fellow Daoist Yang, wait for me …"

As he stepped forward, he suddenly felt the power of space surrounding him as he entered and left the secret realm. Yang Junshan suddenly turned around to find a small cave behind him. Inside the cave, there was a extinguished oil lamp.

When he thought of the process of entering and leaving the immortal palace that he had consulted with Ancestor Guan Tao about, the Dao Ancestor of the Violet Garden had never told him about these things. Yang Junshan's eyes flashed and his soul transformed Spiritual Sense wrapped around the oil lamp, then the originally extinguished oil lamp actually started to flicker with a faint light, however, the light was dying and it seemed as if it could go out at any time.

Yang Junshan took out a crystal brick from his storage treasure and placed it on top of a bean sized flame to roast. That crystal brick started to melt like a wax stone, and as the spirit liquid dripped into the lamp, it quickly melted completely, and with the supply of spirit liquid from the crystal brick, that bean sized flame also became bigger, and the half inch long flame also became more spiritual.

Yang Junshan smiled, and took out another crystal brick from his storage magic treasure to bake on the flame. This time, the melting speed of the crystal brick was much faster, but the flame didn't increase, it was still half an inch long.

After Yang Junshan melted the third crystal brick, the spirit liquid had already filled the lamp. Yang Junshan murmured, "Three crystal bricks are equivalent to three days' time. Going in and out of the Immortal Palace is indeed burning money!"

The immortal palace was a gathering place for high-level cultivators, so cultivators that were able to enter here were at least at the Heavenly Dipper Realm while Heavenly Dipper Realm cultivators could only maintain their Soul Liquid Soul Lamps for a day, so melting more crystal bricks was of no use. Yang Junshan, on the other hand, was able to stay in the immortal palace for three days, and once the three days were up and the spirit liquid in the lamp had dried up, he would have to leave the immortal palace.

Yang Junshan turned around and walked out. The space under his feet expanded with his steps, and soon, a memorial archway that seemed to be surrounded by fog appeared in his sight. He could even see the words' South Heaven Gate 'in the center of the memorial archway.

As for Dao Realm cultivators, according to Patriarch Guan Tao, they usually gathered at the Moon Palace. As for where the Moon Palace was, Yang Junshan had no idea, but he knew that Dao Realm Patriarchs could also enter the South Heaven Gate.

Yang Junshan turned around abruptly. Only ten steps behind him, he couldn't see the cave and the Soul Lamps left in the cave. He could only rely on his subconscious perception to sense the general location of the Soul Lamps.

Yang Junshan knew that this should be the application of a space sacred art on formations. Through the letter written by Grandmaster Cang Xuan, he could roughly confirm that this was the evolution of a space sacred art that took time to evolve. Even though he had only walked a few steps, the space around him expanded with every step he took.

The huge decorated building of the South Heaven Gate was already over his head. Yang Junshan looked at the opposite side of the decorated building, but he couldn't see anything. He took a deep breath and walked under the decorated building.

A well-organized market appeared in front of Yang Junshan. There weren't many cultivators coming and going in the market, and it didn't seem to be very busy, but every time a cultivator appeared, he would be surrounded by the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dipper and the Supreme Dipper.

At the same time Yang Junshan stepped into the South Heaven Gate, there were other cultivators who passed by him and entered the city square. At the same time, there were cultivators who came out from the city square and walked outside of the South Heaven Gate.

Most of these cultivators didn't communicate with each other. Yang Junshan stood at the entrance of the market city, blocking the way. Some cultivators just walked past him, while others expressionlessly looked up, but no one warned him.

After a while, Yang Junshan let out a sigh of relief. His stiff face calmed down and he walked into the market. However, most of his energy was now in his dantian.

"What happened just now?"

On the giant peak, Yang Junshan gathered his soul consciousness and asked while looking at the pangolin on the ground.

Next to the pangolin, the mace that had repaired most of the damage was still trembling slightly.

In fact, the moment Yang Junshan stepped into the South Heaven Gate, his mace started to shake violently. If it wasn't for Yang Junshan and the pangolin suppressing him, the mace would have been pulled out from the top of the mountain.1

The moment Yang Junshan entered the South Heaven Gate, he used 90% of his zhen yuan to suppress his mace. He stood there motionlessly as if he was shocked for the first time.

"It's a summon, something is summoning the main body!" The pangolin said in a low voice, its body also trembling.

"Are you afraid? What exactly is it that can be summoned again? " Yang Junshan frowned and asked.

"I don't know, but that kind of summoning brought great danger to me, as if my body was going to be smashed into pieces. This was also the reason why I helped you suppress your true body with all my might."

Yang Junshan frowned more and asked again, "Can you feel where the summons came from?"

The pangolin hesitated for a moment, then shook its head and said, "Unless I let go of my original body and let it search for me on its own, or unless you accidentally get close to the source of the summoning, I will not be able to guide you."

"It should be a spatial barrier!"

Yang Junshan seemed to understand what was going on, but at the same time, he could almost confirm that the item with the broken mace should be in the immortal palace. However, he was still puzzled by the fact that even the broken mace on Zhang Yueming's body didn't manage to give the artifact spirit and main body such a strong summon.

Seeing Yang Junshan step out from the small courtyard, Spiritual Master Jia Dong quickly caught up with him. However, other than the small courtyard, there was no other trace of Yang Junshan.

"Bastard!"

Jia Dong cursed. He looked ahead but could not determine the direction. He suddenly turned around and saw a two feet high cave and a extinguished oil lamp.

Dao Master Jia Dong looked around cautiously and found that apart from this small cave, there was a tall memorial building shrouded in clouds far away.

Taoist Jia Dong extended his hand toward the oil lamp on top of the cave. He thought for a while and then stopped. Instead, he used his Spiritual Sense to slowly move closer to the oil lamp.

Unexpectedly, the moment his Spiritual Sense came into contact with the oil lamp, a violent thought came to mind. Jia Dong Fen turned pale with fright and was about to withdraw his Spiritual Sense, but suddenly a tearing pain came.

He looked at the oil lamp in front of him and took two steps back in fear. Only then did he realize that this oil lamp had actually lit up a bean-sized light lamp, giving him a very familiar feeling. He was immediately able to confirm that the light lamp was most likely burning because it had cut off his soul consciousness.

We can't stay here anymore!

The fear in Jia Dong's heart grew even stronger. He looked around once more. Other than the distant memorial archway that was faintly discernible in the clouds, there was nothing else. He could only brace himself and quickly walk towards the memorial archway.

The memorial archway was getting closer and closer, and the cave behind him and the oil lamp burning with big sparks of beans had long disappeared. This made Jia Dong feel relieved, and when he arrived outside the memorial archway and saw the words "South Heaven Gate", he hesitated for a moment and also walked in.

The space world changed as the South Heaven Gate market appeared in front of Jia Dong. Looking at the cultivators passing by the market, he finally felt at ease, thinking that this should be where the Immortal Palace really is.

However, just as he took two steps towards the city square, Daoist Master Jia Dong's face suddenly turned from pale white to deathly pale. A great pain far more painful than the tearing of his spiritual sense made him cry out, and the cultivator walking back and forth in the city square looked towards the direction of the scream, only to see that Daoist Master Jia Dong's hands were covering his head as he staggered out of the South Heaven Gate. He then revealed a gaze of pity, sympathy, or even ridicule.

"Ha, I finally saw another one!"

"Poor fellow, he's most likely a rogue cultivator!"

"Come back in a month!"

"I'm afraid that even after a month, he still won't be able to figure it out …"

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