Long Chen was startled. How is this possible? Besides him, is there anyone else who can break through the Heavenly Dao barrier and enter?
Long Chen and the others quickly gathered together, and soon they heard strange noises coming from afar.
But here, his spiritual sense was suppressed, unable to reach far, his eyes couldn't see, and he couldn't tell what sound was coming from.
"You saw him?" Long Chen asked quietly behind Mo Nian.
"I didn't see them, but I did hear footsteps. They must be human footsteps." Mo Nian said softly.
"How many people?"
"I only heard one."
"Let's go and see."
Long Chen didn't believe that anyone outside could pass through the Heavenly Dao barrier like them, so everyone cautiously moved forward.
"Sha sha sha sha...
As the crowd approached, the sounds ahead grew clearer. It was footsteps, but their steps were extremely strange, moving slowly and stopping.
Long Chen and the others approached a massive skeletal area, peeked outside, and finally saw a figure.
It was an old man in tattered clothes, his body decayed, leaving only a skeleton, but his head was intact, with a pair of shriveled pupils in his sockets, walking with his head bowed.
He clenched a fist in his left hand and held a long staff in his right, which was imprinted with countless ancient runes and radiated a terrifying aura. This was a divine weapon.
"Rustle... Rustle... The
old man held a long staff as a cane, staggering along, stopping after a few steps before continuing on.
His shriveled eyes were hollow; every time he stopped, his head swayed slightly from side to side as if searching for something, and his mouth made muffled syllables, as if calling out, yet also choking with emotion.
"Is this a zombie?" Guo Ran looked at the old man and whispered.
"The body is dead, but the soul remains, obsessions are not sealed, and the breath in the chest never disperses—this person had great attachments in life.
He was not a zombie; inside a zombie were only resentment, hatred, and murderous intent, while this person did not carry that much hostility.
He just doesn't know what kind of obsession has made him chase after him endlessly, even after countless years of death. Mo Nian shook his head.
Seeing that the old man had no intention to kill, everyone relaxed and slowly approached him. The old man ignored their arrival and continued searching on his own.
When Long Chen stood before the old man, the old man seemed to sense something, looked up at them, and when they saw the old man's eyes, Long Chen, Mo Nian, and Yue Xiaoqian exclaimed in unison:
"Tiantong Clan!"
The Tiantong Clan is a race with terrifying ocular techniques, A pair of eyes can command all the paths of heaven and earth, and can destroy the eternal heavens.
The Tiantong clan members were easy to recognize; they had eyes like humans, but inside their eyes appeared strange patterns of the Heavenly Dao.
Bai Xiaole's Three Flower Pupils are a type of eye technique within the Tiantong clan. Although the old man's eyes were shriveled, it was clear that there was a plum blossom pattern in his pupils.
When they saw the plum blossom pattern, everyone felt a wave of dizziness, then the world spinning as if they nearly fell to the ground. Frightened, everyone quickly left the old man, not daring to look into his eyes again.
The old man glanced at everyone, then continued walking forward with his head lowered. The long staff in his hand was still used as a cane. He paused after a few steps, muttering something under his breath, then continued walking.
Everyone looked at each other, their hearts pounding wildly. What secrets was hidden in this land of heavenly burial?
Earlier, he saw a supreme-level powerhouse, and now, he actually saw a legendary figure—the Tiantong Clan, a figure as renowned as the legendary Jiuli Clan.
However, this Tiantong clan expert was already dead, and no one knew what lingered in his heart, searching for something along the way.
Everyone was terrified. What era was this figure? He was already dead, yet still able to walk. This was terrifying. What level of existence was he in life?
How could such a terrifying figure ultimately die here? What exactly is buried in this sky burial site?
"The stick in this old man's hand seems to be a treasure. Should we snatch it away?" Guo Ran looked at the long staff in the man's hand, which was inscribed with countless runes, many of which he didn't recognize. He couldn't help but feel tempted.
"Do not disrespect the senior." Long Chen shook his head. If it were a weapon from an alien race, he would have snatched it without hesitation, but human heroes must never be disrespected.
"Hehe, I'm just joking... Ah! Guo
Ran chuckled to hide his embarrassment, but just as he was about to speak, the old man suddenly stopped. His body didn't move, but his head shifted from front to back, his eyes fixed on Guo Ran. Guo Ran jumped up in fright.
Everyone was startled and grabbed their weapons, ready to strike immediately if anything was wrong.
"Hey, hey, hey, senior, I must be joking..."
Startled by a pair of shriveled eyes staring at him, Guo Ran was so scared his scalp tingled and hid behind Long Chen.
Suddenly, the pattern inside the old man's eyeball moved, and his eyes seemed to sparkle. He regained a trace of vitality, and the old man's eyes suddenly turned to Long Chen.
"Can you bring me to my wife's side?" The old man suddenly spoke, his voice dry, filled with endless desolation and sorrow, and also a pleading.
"As long as I am within my ability, I will do it for you." For some reason, hearing the old man's pleading voice made Long Chen's heart ache, but he agreed without hesitation.
Long Chen had a gut feeling: this was a hero, someone who gave his last bit of strength for the human race. They were noble and sacred.
A noble hero pleading with him, the taste of a hero's end made Long Chen feel deeply distressed.
"May I ask where the senior's wife is?" Long Chen asked.
"She's right here, but I can't find her. She is the one I love most in this life. My Tiantong power is reserved for her.
I want to find her corpse, channel the last trace of Heavenly Eye power, break the constraints of the Heavenly Dao, and reincarnate together. The old man said.
Long Chen and the others' hearts raced wildly. Could the Tiantong clan's ocular techniques really be so extraordinary? Reincarnation is just a legend; whether it actually exists remains uncertain.
Even if there was, hearing that reincarnation must follow the arrangements of the heavenly will, no one could resist it. Yet this powerful figure, who had died for countless years, actually said such words so calmly.
Hearing the old man's words, Yue Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes reddened. He was a devoted man, and the only obsession in his heart. This obsession had helped him survive countless years, moving everyone.
"Rest assured, Senior, Long Chen will give it his all." Long Chen cupped his fists and agreed to the old man's request; he had no choice but to agree.
"Nine Star successors really are the most trustworthy people."
The old man replied upon seeing Long ChenMm, the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but the flesh on his cheeks had dried out and he couldn't make that expression.
"Guo Ran, behind this senior's back!" Long Chen said to Guo Ran, and Guo Ran's face instantly turned green.