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Chapter 59 - 59 59 Immortal Path Battleship Seeking Monthly Pass Seeking Follow-up Reads~

59: Chapter 59: Immortal Path Battleship (Seeking Monthly Pass, Seeking Follow-up Reads~) 59: Chapter 59: Immortal Path Battleship (Seeking Monthly Pass, Seeking Follow-up Reads~) In the depths of the underground, air circulation was incredibly slow, so thin that one could hardly breathe, and a large number of bodies appeared to have died of suffocation, locked in various desperate struggles.

Originally, there were quite a few people living in the underground ruins, and a sudden lack of oxygen caused the vast majority to die unnaturally.

These skeletal remains were very decayed, but along the paths were some corpses that were clearly recent.

Some were clad in armor, others in plain clothes, and some in professional exploration gear, with obvious traces of battle around them.

A portion had died in internal strife, while others appeared to have fought invisible monsters, ultimately dying of exhaustion.

The clothing and equipment on some bodies were identical to those in the Ruins Cave, evidently from the same group of explorers.

“Be careful, don’t look back, and don’t go backward either.”

As An Jing was closely observing these bodies, Sword Spirit suddenly spoke earnestly, “There is a quite powerful Illusion Array here, and it’s still active!”

“Unpermitted entrants, if their resolve is not firm, will be dragged into an illusory scene, beset by Heart Demons, then fighting amongst themselves or with nonexistent foes, depleting their energy.”

“This Illusion Array has no effect on those leaving, so as long as you keep moving forward, you’ll be fine.”

“Understood.” Raising his eyebrows, An Jing nodded slightly.

Since he had defeated the Heavenly Demon in the Ritual Sacrifice, he was no longer afraid of these mind illusions, but there was no sense in wasting energy unnecessarily, especially when he had no intention of turning back.

But why…

why was there an Illusion Array here that hindered the exploration of the Ruins Cave?

Who had set it up, and what was their purpose?

As An Jing continued to walk forward, looking at the bodies, an understanding dawned on him, “Those explorers who perished in the Ruins Cave must have endured the torment of illusions all the way, their spirits exhausted, which is why they were easily ambushed by the vine Heavenly Demons.”

“Such perfect cooperation; could those beasts really have appeared naturally?”

Not sure, but also not needing to ponder too much, An Jing shook his head slightly, “Indeed, I made the right decision not to delve deeper into the ruins.

This place is too dangerous, it’s better to leave sooner rather than later.”

He steadied his mind and continued on.

Along the way, amidst the bones littering the ground, drips of cold, damp mist fell continuously; this underground cavern seemed like the entrance to the Underworld, the Ghost Capital.

But An Jing’s heart rate remained steady, free from any trace of fear or hesitation.

He had seen the true hell that had scared him, and he had faced it head-on.

Since then, no external thing could shake his state of mind.

In this way, An Jing walked in silence, accompanied only by the sound of his footsteps, and the slow, heavy beat of his heart.

Until the end.

The cave’s exit.

After hours of continuous walking, at the end of the long, winding cave, An Jing saw a bright light ahead, causing him to pause for a moment, then his expression relaxed, “I’ve finally made it.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, but then An Jing stopped, taking deep breaths, adjusting his state to be ready for battle at any time, and only after this did he cautiously conceal his aura and slowly approached the source of the light, which was also the exit of the cave.

This action made Sword Spirit, who had been about to remind him, fall silent, showing a hint of admiration.

There was no other life at the mouth of the cave, no lurking wild beasts or human campsites.

An Jing, with his aura hidden, squinted his eyes, slowly walking towards the light, emerging from the cave.

The entrance of the Ruins Cave was not a circular or an arch-shaped entrance.

On the contrary, it was several tens of meters long but less than three meters high—it was a crevice, a fissure located on the side of a mountain range.

It was as if the aftermath of a sword mark had fallen from a far-off end, piercing through the mountain and reaching the subterranean water veins deep within the earth… After that, the water veins dried up gradually, turning into winding underground passages and vast caverns, where the people who discovered this place established a hidden and ancient grand hall to live and recuperate.

The moment An Jing stepped out of the cave, he stood amidst the embrace of mountains, and there, halfway up the mountain, he could overlook the vast open wilderness and the dark grey clouds that covered the entire sky.

Clouds and mountains, wind and sand, the desolate wilderness had only sparse greenery and forests, and the turbid Great River meandered along the terrain, flowing from the deep mountains into the far ends of the wilderness.

Along the riverbank, there seemed to be some human tribes, or perhaps the ruins of ancient towns.

The rough wind, carrying sand, beat against his face, the desolate and rust-laden breath waking the youth from his reverie.

“Is this… an alternate world?”

What a barren land.

With wide eyes, An Jing gazed at the endless wilderness.

Looking back, he saw an endless expanse of towering, undulating mountains, and looking forward, at the end of the wilderness, there seemed to be a massive black shadow that reached into the sky, extending beyond the clouds, flickering with sporadic lights within.

Was that… a city?

An Jing squinted, vaguely feeling that the black shadow was not a distant mountain range, but something too regular to be a natural object, something man-made.

But could a man-made object truly be that towering and magnificent, even piercing the clouds?

He didn’t have time to ponder.

For the Sword Spirit’s voice had already risen in the Divine Sea.

“An Jing!” It called out, with a hint of rare astonishment, “Look up, at the sky above!”

Then An Jing looked up.

Before seeing anything, he first heard a series of deep hums.

It was like the sound of a giant beast, a whale in the sea or a roc whimpering in the clouds—the humming arose from behind the clouds, high in the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.

An Jing instinctively clenched his hand—the Blood Fiend Sword materialized in response to his will because he vaguely sensed an extreme danger, a premonition of encountering an unprecedented colossal entity made him instinctively on guard.

The wild wind from the heavens blew down from above, brushing across An Jing’s face, and the thick and robust clouds, like ramparts, parted layer by layer, revealing a bright Spiritual Light at the very top of the sky.

Beams of light descended like tiny suns.

Following the light, a huge Immortal Path battleship emerged from the clouds, descending upon this world like a city, its contours smooth as a shuttle, its main body a cyan-grey with layers upon layers of root-like patterns spreading across it, exuding a sense of mysterious profundity.

With a faint glow, rows upon rows of luminous Formation Patterns, aligned neatly like breathing, flashed in succession, inhaling and exhaling Spirit Qi, releasing their dazzling shine between heaven and earth, bringing forth whale-like long chants.

“This is…”

Amid the wind and song, An Jing dissipated the Fiend Sword in his hand and, unconsciously, took a step forward, his eyes showing disbelief.

He looked up, staring blankly at the immense object in the sky: “A battleship?”

“An Immortal Path battleship?!”

“This, this place, what world is this actually?!”

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