Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041

Chen Hai was completely unaware of the so-called Heavenly Gully.

However, with the map as guidance, whether he understood the location of the Heavenly Gully was already not important at all.

After entering the Endless Sea, he traveled north all the way.

After crossing the Northern Continent, he flew for more than ten days again and finally arrived at the location represented by the red dot on the map before July 6th.

The land was freezing, an extremely northern region.

Though called the Heavenly Gully, it was actually entirely covered by seawater. However, the area beneath the seawater was very deep, seemingly like an endless abyss. Even with Chen Hai’s Divine Sense, he couldn’t sense what the seabed was like.

The map in his hand, upon reaching this position, disappeared into thin air with a ’puff’.

Frowning slightly, Chen Hai scanned the surroundings.

In this sea area, besides himself, he saw no other outsiders.

The Divine Ancestor Douzhan had sent him to the Land of Slumber in the name of the Douzhan Divine Palace, and it was certainly impossible for him to go there all alone.

If that is the case, where are the others?

Frowning slightly, while Chen Hai was wondering, not far away, the seawater parted from both sides with a swish, and an island of tens of kilometers in circumference slowly emerged from the sea.

Though the island emerged from the sea, an invisible barrier completely covered it, preventing the seawater from penetrating inside.

The island, tens of kilometers in circumference, wasn’t very large, but there wasn’t a single blade of grass on it, only jagged rocks. The only thing eye-catching was the relatively intact great hall at the center of the island.

"This is..." Fixing his attention on the island, Chen Hai’s Divine Sense just swept over it.

In the next instant, he raised an eyebrow, surprised in his heart.

Because, in his sensing, four massive legs stretched out from beneath the island, stirring slowly in the seawater.

This wasn’t an island at all; it was a colossal Mysterious Turtle.

The great hall Chen Hai saw was being carried on its back.

"Taoist Friend, have you finally arrived?" A shout suddenly echoed, entering Chen Hai’s mind.

High in the sky before him, the clouds and winds shifted, and soon, the phantom-like face of Divine Ancestor Douzhan quickly took shape.

This face smiled gently at Chen Hai, and in the next moment, the void transformed, with countless scenes seemingly flashing before Chen Hai’s eyes.

When everything returned to normal, he suddenly found himself already situated within that great hall.

Outside the great hall, the seawater was all blue, with no sight of the void.

It seemed that after leading him into this place, the Mysterious Turtle submerged the great hall once more into the seawater.

At this moment, quite a few people had gathered within the great hall.

At the forefront of the hall, six or seven somewhat indistinct phantoms of light were seated.

These light silhouettes were clearly not their true bodies. Judging from their lack of physical form, they probably weren’t even avatars, merely projections.

Although the six or seven figures all had indistinct faces, Chen Hai still recognized Divine Ancestor Douzhan at a glance.

Besides him, there was another figure Chen Hai was equally familiar with.

The Emperor Pan Ancestor, whom he had challenged countless times, sat high in the hall’s foremost seat, though his position was relatively nearer to the outer side.

When Chen Hai entered the great hall, only Divine Ancestor Douzhan nodded slightly toward him. As for the others, they acted as though he didn’t exist, not even sparing him a glance.

Though these people were merely projections, their aura was deep as the sea, like the blazing Nine Heavens sun.

Merely casting his gaze upon them caused Chen Hai’s eyes to sting and his entire being to feel as if it was about to be ignited.

"Six or seven Primordial Chaos Realm Great Powers’ consciousnesses descending here; this Land of Slumber must be extraordinary!"

Chen Hai muttered quietly, finding a spot within the hall to sit down temporarily.

Just like him, there were over a dozen others seated in the hall.

These people were merely of the Quasi-Saint level; the aura they exuded was certainly powerful, but not sufficient to intimidate Chen Hai.

It seemed that they, too, were ordered by those Great Powers to enter the Land of Slumber.

Although Chen Hai shared a common goal with them, upon truly entering the so-called Land of Slumber, due to certain interests, they might draw their blades against him at any moment.

Those who have cultivated to the Quasi-Saint Realm were certainly not foolish. They naturally understood this concept.

At this moment, most were sitting cross-legged in meditation, and such interactions as making acquaintances with others rarely happened among them.

Two days remained before July 6th.

Summoned by the Primordial Chaos Daluo Realm experts, though no one dared to defy them, certainly not everyone had yet arrived at the great hall by this time. For more chapters visıt novel-fire.net

After all, unexpected events can happen at any time. Even Chen Hai had encountered several groups of bandits on his way here.

However, with his strength, if not for the Primordial Chaos Realm, it would be nearly impossible to find several people in the entire Primordial who could rival him.

Those who dared to rob him along the way must have been blind.

Seeing everyone in the hall sitting cross-legged in meditation, Chen Hai followed suit. In a spot near the wall on one side of the hall, he took out a meditation cushion and sat down cross-legged, beginning to wait patiently.

For a cultivator of the Quasi-Saint level, even dozens to hundreds of years was just a moment’s nap.

Merely two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In these two days, another six or seven Quasi-Saint level cultivators arrived nearby, led into this great hall.

Apart from the consciousness projections of the Daluo Realm Great Powers in the front of the hall, now, the number of people gathered within the entire great hall was approaching thirty.

"Everyone, though you belong to different forces, appearing here is certainly because of the Land of Slumber."

"For most of those present, the name Land of Slumber might be quite unfamiliar."

"However, you all know, due to a significant change in ancient times, the Primordial Heavenly Path was severely injured and has been in a state of slumber."

"The Land of Slumber we mentioned is somewhat related to the Primordial Heavenly Path."

"What happened back then? What caused the once-great Saints and those legendary heroes to vanish completely from the Primordial?"

"The things we know are mostly hearsay. The true truth has long been buried in the river of time."

"Having you enter the Land of Slumber, there’s no other reason than to use your hands to pursue the ancient secrets!"

As dawn broke, the few Daluo Realm projections that had been silent for two days finally stood up.

The person in the center, whose face was unrecognizable, scanned everyone present and then slowly spoke.