Invincible Dad-Chapter 512: Taoist Yunlong_1

Chapter 512: Chapter 512: Taoist Yunlong_1
Divine Sense is a cultivator’s second pair of eyes, and it can even be said to be the essence of cultivation. An Emperor Realm cultivator’s Divine Sense is as vast as the ocean; a mere wisp is capable of slaying an Immortal Venerable.
But now, despite the fact that several cultivators were clearly brushing past Xu Lai, if one were to forgo their eyes and instead sweep the area with Divine Sense, their vision would be clouded in a dense, impenetrable fog. Not a single sign of life could be detected.
This was simply unheard of.
Xu Lai deactivated his Divine Sense. He stood under the huge plaque of Chaotic Burial Town for a moment in silence, then continued walking forward. He had previously deduced a general but imprecise area for the woman who took the wedding invitation. He wasn’t in a hurry to find her just yet.
Instead, he found an ordinary tavern, ordered a side dish and a pot of clear wine, and sat in the farthest corner, noting the deeply hidden, strange look in the server’s eyes.
"Guest, your order is here. Please enjoy."
Of course, Xu Lai wasn’t here to eat. Chaotic Burial Town was a den of saints and sinners, so where was the best place to gather information quickly? Naturally, it was the taverns and Willow Smoke establishments scattered across town.
As for the Willow Smoke establishments...
Xu Lai certainly couldn’t go there.
"This is just bizarre. Not only our Chaotic Burial Town but the entire two-hundred-li radius around the Mass Burial Mound has become a zone where Divine Sense is useless."
A cultivator with a scar on his face took a large gulp of wine, his face filled with indignation as he cursed, "The Tianmo Palace from the Eastern Desolate Domain and the Purple Smoke Holy Land from the Boundless Domain have been investigating for three or four days. Not only have they found nothing, but now they’re forbidding us cultivators from approaching the Mass Burial Mound to seek opportunities. I say a great treasure is about to emerge, and they want it all for themselves!"
"Quiet!" a cultivator at the same table hissed, his face changing drastically.
Although the Mass Burial Mound connected three domains and was considered a lawless area, the thirty or so surrounding cities had managed to survive and profit from the dead. This was because not even an Immortal Venerable could act with impunity here. Behind each of these powers, wasn’t there a major faction standing in the shadows?
Take Chaotic Burial Town, for example. It was rumored that several Supreme Elders from the Tianmo Palace were stationed here. The reason? Naturally, it was for priceless treasures like Supreme Holy Medicines or the remains of Emperor Realm experts. If they could negotiate a fair price, all the better. If not, the Mass Burial Mound wouldn’t mind a few more unnamed corpses.
The scarred man knew he had misspoken. His face instantly paled, the alcohol’s effects vanished completely. He tossed down a Spirit Stone to pay for his meal and turned to leave with his companion.
In the Immortal Domain, might makes right. To disrespect terrifying Tao Lineages like the Tianmo Palace and the Purple Smoke Holy Land was to pay a heavy price.
"Speaking of which, the Mass Burial Mound has been quite strange lately. There are rumors of a very peculiar sound, like the beating of a war drum."
"They say the Mass Burial Mound was once an Ancient Battlefield. Could the dead have risen and are now at war?"
The scar-faced man’s departure didn’t quiet the tavern. On the contrary, the discussion about Tianmo Palace and the Purple Smoke Holy Land sealing off the Mass Burial Mound grew even more fervent. All sorts of rumors, described with vivid detail, were flying around. Among them, the version claiming that the Mass Burial Mound contained a peerless treasure held the most credibility and was widely accepted by the cultivators.
"Nonsense! What drumming sound? What rare treasure? That is clearly the sound of a heartbeat!" a white-haired, drunken old man roared, his face turning red as he slammed his fist on the table.
Many cultivators in the tavern laughed, and some sneered, "Old drunkard."
One cultivator mocked him directly, "You old fool, don’t be so sure of yourself. Even the heartbeat of the current era’s Emperor Qingfeng couldn’t possibly be loud enough to reverberate through the entire Mass Burial Mound!"
The Mass Burial Mound was immense, almost half the size of the Eastern Desolate Domain, and shaped like a giant, elliptical pit. Even flying the shortest straight-line distance from its eastern to its western edge would require an Immortal Venerable to fly at full speed for three whole days. And the top speed of an Immortal Venerable was a full one hundred times the speed of light.
What kind of heart could produce a beat that could echo through such a vast area?
Inside the tavern, an inappropriately calm voice emanated from a corner. "It actually can."
The mocking cultivator looked displeased and retorted, "Do you have any idea how vast the Mass Burial Mound is?"
The voice from the corner was, of course, Xu Lai’s.
He replied casually, "Then do you know how powerful the Emperor Realm is?"
"I don’t. Could it be that you do?" the cultivator said, adopting the tone of a senior as he chastised, "At such a young age, you don’t focus on your cultivation and instead set your sights too high. The likes of the Emperor Realm are not for someone like you to speculate about!"
"Alas, the moral character of cultivators these days is so poor."
"Indeed, one generation is worse than the last."
The other cultivators shook their heads in regret. They were all over a hundred years old, with white hair and beards that gave them the air of venerated immortals. However, their boundaries were merely that of an ordinary Golden Core.
Xu Lai didn’t get angry. He simply sighed and shook his head. "Truly, one generation is worse than the last."
BANG!
A wine jar smashed onto the floor, silencing the tavern. Several cultivators squinted, Spiritual Energy surging within them. The drunk old man who had spoken earlier licked the wine from his fingers. He was the one who had thrown the jar.
He was clearly intoxicated. Fueled by annoyance at being slighted and a hefty dose of intoxication, he declared, "When I, Cloud Dragon Daoist, say it’s a heartbeat, it is a heartbeat!"
The few cultivators who had been about to teach the ignorant old man a lesson all shivered at the mere mention of the name "Cloud Dragon Daoist." This was a major figure. Three hundred years ago, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Divine Bridge Realm and was incredibly famous in the towns surrounding the Mass Burial Mound. This fame was not due to his boundary, but his terrifying treasure-seeking ability. His famous discoveries included an Immortal Artifact from a distant ruin and, more recently, a Supreme Spirit Plant with a medicinal age of nine hundred thousand years. Because of this, Cloud Dragon Daoist also had the title "Treasure-seeking Daoist."
"Senior, please elaborate. Was it really a heartbeat?" the tavern owner asked, hurriedly presenting another jar of fine wine.
"You’re a sharp one." The Cloud Dragon Daoist took several large gulps of wine and let out a satisfied belch before continuing. "A few days ago, Divine Sense became useless in and around the Mass Burial Mound. A total of six Supreme Elders from Tianmo Palace and the Purple Smoke Holy Land entered the Mass Burial Mound to find the cause.
"Not long after they went in, a terrifying tremor suddenly erupted from within. The six Supreme Elders, whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle of creation, died in an instant!
"I was far away at the time and was lucky enough to survive. But I heard it clearly; it was the sound of a beating heart.
"There’s an exceptional Corpse Cultivator in the Mass Burial Mound, who is, I fear... no weaker than Emperor Qingfeng!"
As the Cloud Dragon Daoist reached the end of his tale, the drunkenness vanished from his voice, which became utterly solemn and earnest. "Owner, for the sake of this jar of wine, I advise you to leave this place early, lest you get caught up in what’s coming."
"The sky over the Mass Burial Mound is about to change."
The tavern was filled with expressions of utter shock. They didn’t want to believe the Cloud Dragon Daoist’s words, but given his reputation and the fact that he had no apparent reason to lie, they were plunged into a state of bewildered confusion.
Xu Lai tossed down two Spirit Stones, stood up, and left the tavern. He had gathered enough information and now understood the reason why Divine Sense had suddenly become useless.
"This Daoist friend seems unfamiliar. Have you just arrived in Chaotic Burial Town?"
The Cloud Dragon Daoist, carrying his wine jar, caught up to Xu Lai. The drunkenness had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a sharp glint. He was in the Divine Bridge Realm. Yet, he could not detect a hint of Spiritual Energy from this young man. He was either a mortal or... a Venerable!
"Yes, I’m here to find someone," Xu Lai replied calmly.
"What a coincidence. I, Cloud Dragon Daoist, am acquainted with many people here in Chaotic Burial Town. May I ask who it is you’re looking for?"