Chapter 73 The Sealed Land

Inside the meeting hall of the Spiritual Realm, it seemed as if an invisible yet heavy curtain had descended, making the atmosphere so oppressive that it was almost tangible. Every bit of air seemed to be filled with lead, weighing heavily on people's hearts and making breathing difficult and labored. The towering stone pillars rose from the ground and reached straight to the dome. The exquisitely carved patterns of majestic spiritual beasts on the pillars flickered and swayed under the cold light of the spiritual crystal lamps, as if they had been given life. They were lifelike, with claws and fangs bared, but they also seemed to be infected by the overflowing oppressive atmosphere. They silently stared at the people below, as if worrying and sighing about the approaching crisis.

On normal days, the leaders of various major forces would wear magnificent clothes that symbolized their noble status and exalted positions. With every gesture, they exuded an air of grace and dignity. However, at this moment, under the leaden atmosphere, those magnificent clothes seemed to have lost their luster and could no longer add any calmness or elegance to them. Their faces were as steel blue as dark lead clouds, which was a prelude to the approaching storm. Their eyes were a mixture of deep worry and determination, like bottomless cold pools or the fiery and unyielding abysses of purgatory, full of solemnity and fearlessness towards the unknown future. They sat around an ancient and vicissitudinous stone table. The texture on the stone table was like the mottled veins engraved by time, recording the past glories and also bearing the heavy mission of the present moment. Everyone expressed their opinions and discussed the strategies to deal with the evil forces from the Chaotic Abyss vigorously. The voices would sometimes be high - pitched and passionate, like the ringing of a great bell, reverberating in every corner of the hall and hitting people's eardrums and hearts. Sometimes, they would be low and depressed, like faint whispers coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hells, full of endless heaviness, oppression, and unease. Various views and suggestions intertwined and clashed with each other, just like the surging and raging waves, one after another, creating ripples of thought in this limited space and constantly hitting the tense nerves of everyone.

The long and arduous discussion slowly progressed in this solemn atmosphere. Time seemed to have frozen its steps, and every minute and second was infinitely stretched, making it extremely long and torturous. Finally, a heavy and firm shout, as if bursting forth from the deepest part of the soul, broke the brief but seemingly eternal silence: "Send an elite team to the Sealed Land to reinforce and repair the seal. It's extremely urgent!" This voice was like a sharp lightning bolt, instantly cutting through the dull and oppressive air in the hall and lingering in every corner for a long time. Everyone was first stunned, as if being suddenly awakened from their complex thoughts by this voice. Then, they all nodded resolutely in agreement. The determination in their eyes was like burning beacons, illuminating the firmness and fearlessness in their eyes. It was as if they were making the most powerful declaration of war against the unpredictable fate and also a solemn commitment and oath to the heavy responsibility on their shoulders.

At this time, Lin Yu was standing quietly in the team, wearing a black tight - fitting suit. The material of the suit seemed to be taken from the deepest and most mysterious part of the endless night, absorbing the most mysterious and boundless power in the universe. It faintly emitted a deep and mysterious luster, like fragments of cold stars twinkling in the night sky, bright and cold. The corners of his clothes fluttered gently in the wind. Each gentle swing seemed to have a natural and lively rhythm, just like an elf dancing in the night wind, further highlighting his tall and sturdy figure. He was like a towering pine standing firmly in the raging storm, unyielding and fearless. On his back, the hilt of the Primordial Divine Sword slightly protruded. The hilt was engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns, like the codes of time, emitting a sharp and distant aura that seemed to have traveled through time and space. It seemed to resonate with his current state of mind, silently telling the past that had been sealed in the long river of history and also faintly indicating the unknown and dangerous future. Lin Yu's eyes were firm and sharp, like the brightest cold stars in the night sky. Their light was dazzling, yet they carried a cold and determined firmness, piercing through the void in front that seemed like an endless abyss. It was as if he had the ability to see through all the unknown dangers hidden in the darkness. The fearless courage and iron - like determination revealed in his eyes were like a blazing torch, extremely eye - catching in this dull and oppressive environment, making the people around him can't help but look at him sideways, and a sense of awe arose in their hearts.

The other cultivators in the team were also outstanding elites from various forces. They were all wearing uniform dark blue robes. The blue color was like the deep, boundless, and mysterious ocean, hiding endless mysterious power and unknown secrets. The corners of the robes were embroidered with delicate and complex silver - threaded patterns. Those patterns were like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Under the slight fluctuation of spiritual power, they flickered with tiny and charming glimmers, as if containing some mysterious laws and powers from the beginning of the world. The weapons they held tightly in their hands were all carefully refined from the rarest materials in the Spiritual Realm. The cold light was so sharp that it was intimidating. There was faintly a spiritual power like a flexible snake shuttling through the sharp edges. Just by the flickering light, one could tell that they were not ordinary things. These cultivators had agile figures, steady and powerful steps. Their faces were solemn and serious, yet they carried a trace of firmness and strength. They were like fearless warriors about to rush into a cruel battlefield. They were neatly arranged, and a powerful aura that seemed to be ready to burst out emanated from their bodies. They were fully prepared and just waiting for an order to embark on the unknown and dangerous journey.

Everything was ready. They carried the rarest materials and magical treasures in the Spiritual Realm and resolutely set off on the difficult journey to the Sealed Land. Along the way, everyone seemed to be tightly shrouded by an invisible heavy pressure and remained silent. Only the rustling sound of the clothes fluttering in the wind and the slight and cautious footsteps echoed slowly in the silent air. They carefully passed through the dense spiritual forest. In the past, the spiritual plants in the forest were all full of vitality, with lush green leaves and branches. The rich spiritual energy was like a thick cloud, filling every inch of space. However, at this moment, under the oppressive atmosphere that seemed like the end of the world, they were like empty shells that had been drained of their souls and vitality. Their branches and leaves were drooping and listless, without any sign of life, as if silently lamenting the impending disaster. Occasionally, a few spiritual birds flew across the sky in a hurry. Their cries were also full of uneasiness, sharp and urgent, as if announcing the approaching danger to the vast world. Then, as if being driven by fear, they quickly disappeared into the distant sky, leaving only a lonely and desolate after - image, as if telling the upcoming turmoil and unease in the world.

The Sealed Land was hidden in the corner of the Spiritual Realm, like a desolate place forgotten and abandoned by the whole world, deeply shrouded in a thick darkness and silence. The bone - chilling cold air rushed towards them like a surging tide, like countless cold hands gently stroking their skin. Every slight touch was like an icy electric current, making people involuntarily shiver all over. The evil aura that permeated the surroundings was like a substantial black fog, slowly flowing and surging, emitting a disgusting stench. That smell was like the putrid smell from the depths of hell, like an invisible hand slowly eroding people's noses and drilling into the depths of their hearts, making people feel an uncontrollable fear and chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Powerful and mysterious prohibitions and formations surrounded the Sealed Land, flashing with a mysterious and dangerous light. Sometimes, that light transformed into sharp thorns, like the spines on a hedgehog, showing their deadly and dangerous aura. Sometimes, it condensed into rotating light wheels. The runes on the light wheels flickered and jumped, rotating at high speed and emitting a dull buzzing sound, as if issuing a strict and cold warning to all creatures that dared to approach. Lin Yu and the others were like walking on thin ice, slowly and carefully approaching. Every step was as difficult as climbing a mountain. It was as if they were not stepping on solid ground but on a thin ice surface that might break at any time. Their eyes were vigilant and sharp, constantly turning and scanning, not missing any tiny corner. The spiritual power in their bodies was like a fierce beast lurking in the dark, ready to pounce out like lightning at any time to deal with possible emergencies.

Finally, after going through numerous difficulties and dangers, they managed to pass through the layers of defenses. Every time they passed through a layer of defense, it was like experiencing a thrilling and life - or - death battle. They were physically and mentally exhausted, as if all their strength had been drained, but they didn't dare to slack off or relax because of the heavy responsibility on their shoulders. When they came to the seal, they saw a huge light gate that seemed to connect the heaven and the earth and soar into the clouds. It was like a magnificent bridge spanning between reality and the unknown, or the only passage to the mysterious and dangerous world full of unknowns. The gate was densely engraved with ancient and mysterious runes and patterns. Those runes flashed a faint golden light that seemed to contain endless wisdom and mysterious power. The light seemed to hide the wisdom crystallization of the ancient years and the mysterious power of the world, as if silently telling its glorious past and witnessing the vicissitudes and tenacity of the long years. However, at the edge of the light, wisps of black evil power from the depths of hell were tightly coiled around it like poisonous snakes. They wriggled their evil bodies from the dark abyss, constantly eroding and gnawing at the light of the seal. Under the continuous erosion of this evil power, the seal was like an old man on the verge of death, trembling slightly and emitting a faint whining sound. The light also became flickering and unstable, like a dying candle in the wind, making people feel worried and scared, as if they were witnessing the approaching shadow of the end of the world. That shadow was like a huge monster opening its bloody mouth, ready to mercilessly swallow and destroy the whole world, leaving only endless darkness and despair.