The Era of Gods-Chapter 698 -

Fortunately, as an Innate Ancestor, Tishar knew how to enter the Lost Realm. Under her guidance, Lin Xiao returned to the relief he had seen before.

Actually, any of the reliefs on the wall could serve as an entrance to the Lost Realm; the key was how to enter. The dozen or so ancient strong individuals who had been trapped here had lost their sanity, twisted and mutated because they could not find their way into the Lost Realm. They stayed here for an extended period, slowly losing their reason and mutating into strange monsters.

Even Rank 8 entities were unable to decipher this door. It’s apparent, then, how difficult it must be to obtain the legacy of the Emperor of Myriad Forms.

Following Tishar’s instructions, Lin Xiao focused his gaze on the compound eyes of the insect-headed beauty in the relief, and then adjusted his mental frequency to a specific sequence as she had directed.

Seconds later, he felt the whole world jolt, the original scene vanished, and he found himself no longer in the sealed space but in front of a huge statue identical to the relief he had just seen.

This statue was exactly like the relief, but stood about five to six meters tall. Its body was that of an exquisite female figure, but its head resembled that of an insect. What amazed him most was that the material of the statue was not stone, but a peculiar substance. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, and after a prolonged contact, one could faintly sense a strange presence.

The ground under his feet was hard, but it wasn’t earth or stone; it felt like a surface made of bone, as if he were standing on top of an immense skeleton.

In fact, his current location, as well as the mist-covered distance, truly were situated atop a gigantic skeleton beyond his imagining.

Because his current location, if not mistaken, was on the skeletal remains of an Ancestral Tomb.

In other words, the Lost Realm is one of the designations for this world. Among the Innate Ancestors, the Lost Realm has another name—the Ancestral Tomb.

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Of course, this is not to say that after the divine beings of the worlds of gods fell, they plunged into the Starworld and turned into meteorites. Innate Ancestors are eternally immortal. With such powerful strength, it is exceedingly difficult for them to fall. Even if slain by other Innate Ancestors, their Soul of God would not be like that of a True God, automatically falling into the Ancestral Tomb and becoming a meteorite.

The Lost Realm is called the Ancestral Tomb because, in ancient times, one of the strongest Innate Ancestors fell in this world. The formidable power of the Innate Ancestor altered this world, transforming what was an ordinary world into an advanced one capable of accommodating the descent of Innate Ancestors.

The rules twisted by the power of the Ancestor led to the extinction of the indigenous people of this world, and outsiders were unable to enter. Even if they could enter, they would not be able to leave.

Over the course of history, several Innate Ancestors who were on the verge of death for various reasons entered the Lost Realm and never came out again. The powerful beings from the outside deduced that it was highly likely they died inside.

As time passed, this world became known as the Ancestral Tomb.

Lin Xiao, of course, did not know any of these things; they were all told to him by Tishar before they came in.

It’s worth mentioning that although this world is referred to as the Ancestral Tomb, it doesn’t mean that Innate Ancestors must return here after they fall. In the Wizard World, from its birth until now, only half of the few fallen Innate Ancestors have entered here, while the rest have perished outside, their power mostly consumed by those who have slain them.

This is indicative of the might of the Wizard World, with the mere number of fallen great beings rivalling all the great existences in the Toriel Multiverse when combined.

For the Emperor of Myriad Forms, the Lost Realm was the most suitable place to store his legacy.

Generally, living Innate Ancestors would not actively enter the Ancestral Tomb. In their perception, entering the Ancestral Tomb signifies an ill omen and, given the power of Innate Ancestors, for them, an ill omen isn’t as simple as it is for ordinary people—it’s a truly terrifying concept.

If Tishar was not concealed within his soul and isolated by the shell of the Origin of the Crystal Wall System, she would never have entered the Ancestral Tomb.

Innate Ancestors aside, given the difficulty of entering the Ancestral Tomb, as well as its internal dangers, even peak Rank 8 entities dare not say for certain that they can come out alive.

Like all Death Worlds, the Ancestral Tomb is also filled with the breath of Death, gathering the Death Qi of the Ancestors. Once undead creatures coalesce, they are bound to be extremely powerful, which is one of the greatest dangers within the Ancestral Tomb.

Whether it was because of this statue or not, there was no Death Qi within a small range around him. However, just outside this area, the dense Death Qi surged like boiling water.

Lin Xiao walked to the edge and tried stretching out a finger. The rich Death Qi swiftly wrapped around his extended finger.

A few seconds later, he felt a prickling pain and retracted his finger to find that the portion he had extended had noticeably grayed.

"This is kinda absurd!"

Even his physical body was somewhat unable to withstand it; other wizards venturing here would probably not even make it out the door.

He had a mind to ask Tishar, but before they entered, she had warned him that after entering the Ancestral Tomb, she couldn’t reveal any aura or even communicate mentally. He had no choice but to give it up.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xiao once again extended his finger into the range of the Death Qi, invoking Mana to form a layer of light membrane covering his finger. This immediately provoked a huge response from the Death Qi. The light membrane visibly thinned at a rate visible to the naked eye and soon disappeared. With a hiss, he drew back his blackened finger and shook it lightly; the black layer peeled away, turning into a drop of rich black fluid and fell.

"This won’t do, let’s try another method."

After waiting a while, he stretched his finger out again, continuously experimenting with light membranes formed by different energies covering his finger.

As he expected, the Death Qi reacted differently to different energies, but one thing was consistent: the reactions were significant. Even when he attempted to simulate the same Death Qi, there was still a strong response, implying that the substance outside was not purely Death Qi.

After more than an hour of attempting dozens of different types of energy, all without effect, Lin Xiao was certain that within the Ancestral Tomb, he could only rely purely on his True Body to endure.

This time, he tried activating his True Body power. Like a pure Gold Finger extending into the Death Qi, the reaction was just as violent, but his finger felt nothing.

He didn’t move, keeping his finger extended into it, and it was only after more than two hours that he felt a trace of abnormality in his finger.

"Good, the resistance is enough!"

Lin Xiao took a deep breath and activated the power of the True Body, his entire being turned a pure gold color, and he stepped over the dividing line into the world of gray fog.

The moment he entered, the omnipresent Death Qi converged upon him. The Wizard Robe on his body flickered a few times before disintegrating into ash and vanishing, leaving the perfect, statuesque body of a strong man, colored like a Golden statue, exposed within the Death Qi, striding deep into the gray fog.

Not long after he left, an unexpected wooden door suddenly appeared on the wall of the desolate chapel hall, swinging open to release five figures in succession.

If Lin Xiao had been there, he would surely have recognized them as Descenders of the Soul Race.

The tall leading man swept a glance around and, noticing the wall carvings, said to his companions behind him:

"Let’s rest for a moment to recover our strength, and then set off."

The group sat down, ignoring the bone ashes and fragments scattered on the ground. After a while, one Child of the Spirit Realm asked:

"I heard that the Lost Realm trapped many ancient powerhouses. How come we haven’t seen a single one?"

The Leader was also surprised and, after thinking for a moment, replied:

"Perhaps after such a long time, they all perished. After all, without being Ancestral Figures, immortality is not possible. Here, where strength is suppressed to the extreme, reduced lifespan is also possible."

"I heard that this Lost Realm is also called the Ancestral Tomb, and that no fewer than four or five Innate Ancestors entered and never came out again. Do you think there are still any Ancestors in here that haven’t completely died?"

All the Children of the Spirit Realm lifted their heads to look at him. The only female of the group waved her hand and said:

"Tssk, stop talking nonsense!"

He gave an embarrassed smile, not daring to continue the topic.

After some idle chatter, the Leader stood up and came to a carving, instructing the others:

"Follow me closely later. Pay attention to my spiritual frequency so that you don’t get lost or fail to enter."

Saying this, a flash of light sparkled in his pupils, and his body became slightly blurred. The other Children of the Spirit Realm hurriedly synchronized their spirits with his, their figures blurring too, and soon the line of people swiftly faded and disappeared in an instant, returning the Lost Realm to tranquility.

Inside the Ancestral Tomb, Lin Xiao walked on the land shrouded in the gray fog, through which he could only see a distance of less than ten meters. Anything further was just a blur, as the Death Qi tumbled and continuously transformed into various twisted shapes, as if evil spirits were hidden within the fog, stirring and ready to pounce, enough to scare the faint-hearted to death.

The Lost Realm was a normal world in the ancient times, so its terrain and features were not much different from common worlds.

The area where he was currently passing through seemed to be a desolate desert region, the ground scattered with all sorts of heavy and extremely hard stones and bones.

A fist-sized stone, identical to common rocks in other worlds, was exceedingly heavy. A kick sent it flying like kicking against a mountain, smashing into the ground. However, there were no tremors or shockwaves as one would expect, for the ground was equally hard and heavy.

The ground was covered in bone fragments that turned to dust when stepped on, swirling with the rolling fog.

After unknowably long wandering through the boundless gray fog, he finally saw a dilapidated thatched cottage on the verge of collapse. The walls were full of holes, and peeking through them, it was clear that there was nothing inside.

Nevertheless, Lin Xiao stopped, feeling that this cottage seemed a bit different, as if something inside was summoning him.

But when he reached the entrance to the cottage, he paused, looked up at the incomplete door hanging by its tattered hinges, and a hint of a mocking smile appeared on his face. Just as he was about to say something, the derelict door suddenly yawned open like a mouth, and the whole house lurched forward to swallow him into the interior, leaving behind a completely unprepared ’fuck’ that lingered in the air.

After engulfing him, the broken cottage slammed its tattered door shut, quickly reverting to its former state, followed by munching sounds from within, as the house began to tremble slightly.

Soon the trembling grew more violent, and suddenly, the recently closed door opened and retched.

It ejected nothing, like dry heaving repeatedly with nothing coming out.

Afterward, the house suddenly began to twist and deform, collapsing inward like a bag being vacuum-sealed, and quickly shrunk down to a tiny lump before being sucked into a fist-sized Black Hole.