The Other Side of Deep Space

Wang Xuan was lost. There was fog everywhere. This had never happened before. He could not tell the direction, so he walked forward by feeling.

As for the tearing pain in his body, the bleeding from his pores, and the shadowy demons behind him, he was used to it and ignored it completely.

Soon, he found a faint golden glow, like a lighthouse in the black fog under the moonlight, guiding his way forward.

He came closer and, as expected, it was the golden nugget, more than five meters high, made entirely of sun gold, emitting a brilliant light.

He went to find his position to see if his ranking had changed.

Puff!

Suddenly, Wang Xuan spat out a large mouthful of blood. Did he eat too many demon fruits this time? He felt that he was really going to be torn apart.

He endured the pain with a firm will. He was not worried about himself, but was a little afraid that Lao Chen would not be able to hold on and really die in the land of death.

He stared at the gold nugget, distracting himself, and first looked at the last line. His name was not there, which meant that he was not the last one!

Last time, he practiced the first true form diagram on the golden bamboo boat, and his strength improved. Was this reflected on the gold list?

Wang Xuan looked for his name from bottom to top, and ranked 14th in the vertical position, surpassing 13 people in a row!

He was very satisfied. Did he rise so many places in one practice? He even admired himself a little.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong.

Behind his name, there was a ghost-like text annotation: A mortal body entered the dead land four times, blaspheming the angler.

"Why doesn't it feel like a pure ranking of strength?" He woke up a little.

Since ancient times, the number of creatures who can enter the eight dead lands is unlikely to be small in a single era, but the cumulative number is definitely not small. The best of the best can leave their names, and they belong to a very small number of heavenly people.

Moreover, this list starts from the extraordinary level.

Wang Xuan knew his own limitations. He could fight against the most ordinary extraordinary people, but compared with those who were on the gold list, his strength was definitely not enough.

"There is an extra line of annotation after my name. Is it because I blasphemed the angler that my ranking has risen?" He was in a trance. Is this possible?

What's the use of the gold list?

...

Old Chen was covered in blood and accidentally lost contact with Wang Xuan. As an old fisherman, he was not panicked and moved forward calmly.

However, the changes in his body made him a little unbearable. His head was full of big horns, and he had eighteen tails behind him. All kinds of wings and claws filled his body. Although they were all constructed with energy runes, they still made him dizzy and heavy in his heart.

Some parts of his body were torn, and things were really growing outwards. Fortunately, he had a strong heart and could keep his composure.

However, he looked inside. Why did his heart swell several times and become as black as ink? What made him unbearable was that even his intestines were black!

Old Chen's face was gloomy. He endured the severe pain of his body being cut open, left a line of bloody footprints, climbed over the low hill, and walked towards the blue lake.

In general, although his physical body was not optimistic and could explode at any time, he had not died yet and was still holding on, which was already very strong.

Finally, he saw the vast sea transformed from the lake, and high platforms appeared on the shore. Looking at those mythical creatures sitting cross-legged on it, although he was moved, he was very clear that this was not his way!

"The true body, the path of demons, is not my way. In the future, I am the founder of the Chen Sect, and I will control my own destiny. There are problems with the ancient practice methods, and they have not been solved until now. From the alchemists to the Taoists, and then to the Buddhists, the practice methods have undergone several changes and are not perfect. The methods with hidden dangers will be corrected, and the immortal will be redefined! The most brilliant era has not yet arrived, waiting for us to write it, you guys retreat!"

Old Chen spoke calmly, not moved by external things, but just used one high platform after another to grind away the traces of demons on his body.

When he finished speaking, the demons on the high platforms suddenly opened their eyes and looked at him coldly.

"Aren't you all the remnants of extraordinary energy?" Old Chen was worried. This was not the same as what Wang Xuan said. Why did all these people target him?

Fortunately, these mythical creatures slowly closed their eyes and then gradually blurred.

A golden bamboo boat came quickly in the sea. The boatman was sitting there with his back to him, motionless, and ignored him.

This is too cold, Old Chen complained in his heart. I didn't provoke you, and I didn't do anything that would anger the heavens and people. Why do you dislike me?

"Here I come..." The ferryman started, then the voice stopped abruptly and he turned back suddenly.

He was a promise-keeper. He ferryed people across the lake. He couldn't use his telepathy, clairvoyance, etc. to spy on people's hearts. He finally solved a certain problem. He was absent-minded and didn't expect that the person who came was not Wang Xuan.

"Hello, senior!" Old Chen stood on the shore and saluted from a distance.

"Young people are formidable. There is something wrong with this era. How come people who have successfully walked the secret road appeared in pairs in a few days?" The ferryman was suspicious.

For hundreds of years, no one cared about this place. As a result, in just a few days, the kid named Wang Xuan came several times in succession. Today, there was one more person!

The ferryman let Old Chen on the boat and became amiable and no longer indifferent.

Old Chen's eyelids twitched. Is this boat made of feathered bamboo? And the teapot and teacup on the small table are so gorgeous. Are they made of sun gold? They are engraved with flowers, birds, fish, insects, ancient beasts and strange species, shining brightly, and people can't open their eyes.

Even the lantern hanging on the bow is made of sun gold as the frame? It's luxurious, worthy of being a creature suspected of being an immortal!

The dark hole in the raincoat revealed the vague face of the ferryman, who was actually friendly and asked Lao Chen which life planet he came from.

"I am from the old land, which was called in ancient times..." Lao Chen responded seriously.

Then, he saw the ferryman's body trembling slightly, which meant that he was quite uneasy.

Lao Chen seriously suspected that he had met a fellow villager!

He immediately spoke enthusiastically and said, "Senior, do you have any unfulfilled wishes in the world?"

"I miss the younger generation in the world, I miss them so much!" The ferryman calmed down and said.

"Senior, can you still connect with people and things in the world in the isolated dead land?" Lao Chen was shocked.

"Yes, I occasionally wandered in my mind and met an amazing young man. He is very courageous!" The ferryman said deeply.

Old Chen became alert and asked, "Senior, who did you meet? Do I know him?"

The ferryman smiled gently and asked, "Old Zhong, Zhong Yong, do you know him?"

Old Chen immediately thought too much. He had always wondered how Old Zhong could reach the extraordinary level in Xinxing. Did he meet a senior master? Did a mythical creature travel there and guide Old Zhong?

He told him seriously, "Old Zhong and I are sworn brothers. Not long ago, we fought side by side and shared life and death. He is going to take the golden elixir road and is currently accumulating the five-color golden elixir qi..."

Old Chen acted calmly to show his importance.

However, the effect was beyond his expectations. The next moment, he felt dizzy, the moon was on the ground, and the sea was in the sky.

He was caught upside down by the ferryman with a fishing rod made of feathered bamboo, not far from the sea. Then he saw the sea water break open, and a bone dragon appeared, opening its skull mouth and biting at him.

"What's wrong with you, senior?" Old Chen shouted anxiously.

"Old Zhong, he dug up my grave and stole my bones, what do you think happened?!" The ferryman was furious and broke his rules. He hung Old Chen and beat him up, like he was fishing a fish, and kept beating the bone dragon. Old Chen rolled his eyes in pain.

What is this? He felt more wronged than Dou E!

He just said a few more words to show that he was close to Old Zhong, but his life turned out to be a tragedy. Damn Old Zhong, he caused a big disaster and let him bear it!

"Senior, let me tell you, Old Zhong is outside the dead land, right under your nose!" Old Chen shouted quickly.

He said that he would never take the blame for Old Zhong. If possible, he was willing to bring Old Zhong in, throw him on the bamboo boat, and take the blame himself!

"Old Zhong is outside, and Wang Xuan didn't tell me because he was afraid that I would squeeze out all the secrets from Old Zhong in advance." The ferryman said to himself.

Then, he sighed again and said, "But I can't get out. How about you tie Lao Zhong in for me?"

Lao Chen's mind raced, and he said, "Lao Zhong is over a hundred years old and has very poor aptitude. Will he explode as soon as he enters the land of death? How about you give him a treasure first?"

Plop!

Under the sea, another skeleton of a bird of prey rushed out, hundreds of meters long, and swallowed Lao Chen.

The giant bird skeleton flew into the air, holding Lao Chen in its beak and swinging it continuously.

Bang!

Finally, Lao Zhong fell on the bamboo boat again, with a confused face. He was beaten for no reason. Who could he go to for justice?

"Don't move, don't move!" The ferryman shouted anxiously, but finally he had no choice but to sigh.

Lao Zhong shook his head and became somewhat sober. He got up from the board, supported himself with his hands behind him, and touched something cold.

A spear, dark gold in color, with an extremely sharp tip, like a sharpened blade. This thing is suspected to be mixed with multiple materials such as sun gold.

It is not as dazzling as pure sun gold, but if you look closely, it should be very scary, a weapon for killing!

Lao Zhong felt that something was wrong. A ball of light from the spear sank into his body. He was surprised. Is this the magic weapon recognizing its master?

He felt a little embarrassed and explained: "Senior, I really didn't mean it. I don't covet this magic weapon."

The ferryman pointed at him, speechless, and finally could only sigh.

Wang Xuan finally arrived, waving at the sea, with a bright smile, enthusiastic, familiar, just like returning home.

The golden bamboo boat rushed over quickly, and Wang Xuan jumped on it. Seeing that Lao Chen was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad you're fine!"

Lao Chen said, "I feel... not very good. It seems that something happened to me!"

Wang Xuan was surprised that there was a set of sun gold tea sets on the small table of the bamboo boat, even the lantern frame, and a sun gold woven mat in the cabin.

"Senior, you cut off a part of my Sun Gold Spear and refined it into daily necessities?!"

The ferryman looked at him and said, "What are you shouting about? Have you ever seen an ancient immortal weapon made of pure Sun Gold? It must be mixed with other materials to be more tough. Besides, you took a pure Sun Gold Spear to the battlefield. Do you want to become everyone's hunting target? Such a bright and extremely precious material, who wouldn't want it?"

Wang Xuan said, "Isn't it a waste for you to melt the Sun Gold and refine it into tea sets, lanterns and mats? I also want to use them to trade with the immortals behind the curtain for some rare items!"

"Old Zhong is in the dead land, you tie him up for me, and I will help you fish for the curtain later. You can exchange these utensils with them at will!"