"Rest assured, I’ll take care of them," Yan Yuchu agreed without hesitation.
As for that strange treasure, he didn’t even bother to ask. Right now, the only person who could help him was Mu Hanyan. Without her assistance, any so-called treasure was just an illusion.
In the distance, Qu Fengting had gathered all the young swordsmen, preparing to head towards the crevices in the cliff walls once again. Googlᴇ search n0velfire.net
Suddenly, a red beam of light shot up into the sky, dyeing the just-emerged morning light in the dark sky blood-red, as if it were ignited.
At the same time, a profound and overwhelming sense enveloped everything, making breathing difficult.
Everyone was shocked by the scene and stared in astonishment.
At that moment, in the depths of Longyan Mountain, a loud rumble came from an ancient ruin’s stele, knocking Duan Tianya and Pang Dezong, among a few other instructors, to the ground.
"What’s happening? Why did it turn out this way?" a slightly younger instructor said in horror as he struggled to his feet.
"We’ve failed again. I don’t know what happened, but it felt like an ancient seal was being undone. Unless the barrier opens on its own, I’m afraid we may never be able to break this barrier," Pang Dezong said, wiping the blood from his mouth helplessly.
"It’s indeed an ancient seal, but we don’t know what exactly is sealed within," Duan Tianya, who had slightly higher cultivation, said, his face grim and his appearance disheveled.
The group exchanged looks, their expressions growing even more solemn as they all recalled that ancient legend.
"I hope someone can endure until the moment the barrier opens by itself," Pang Dezong sighed deeply.
At this point, they were powerless, and could only rely on the young swordsmen to find a way to survive.
However, he also knew that if the legend were true, it was likely that no one could endure until that moment.
"Pass my order, all disciples prepare for battle, and as soon as the barrier opens, go in immediately to rescue others," Duan Tianya commanded more composedly.
"I hope someone can make it," Duan Tianya silently prayed in his heart, knowing the likelihood of survival was slim, but still clinging to that last bit of hope.
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"That must be the channel left by the ancient strong being; let’s hurry," Qu Fengting pointed towards the cliff where the red light had burst forth and shouted triumphantly.
Unable to conceal his excitement, his face even seemed somewhat twisted, but no one found it strange. Having finally found a "channel" to escape the hopeless situation, everyone was just as thrilled.
"Let’s hurry, the ’channel’ might close again once the hour arrives," someone yelled, and everyone rushed towards the cliff like moths to a flame.
Mu Hanyan knew this was not really a channel, and if it were, it was one leading to the Death Abyss. Worried about Mu Feng, she too followed close behind, with Yan Yuchu and Wu Qiuyun also quickly following.
As the sun began to rise, casting light across the Earth once more, the fiery glow seemed much fainter. Fearing the channel might close again, everyone pressed forward with all their might.
No one noticed that behind Mu Hanyan and the others, a nameless grave, even under the sunlight, still seemed gloomy and cold, as if a faint grayish-green aura shrouded it, filled with resentful spirits.
It is said that when one’s strength reaches a certain realm and death comes unexpectedly with too much unwillingness, that resentment lingers on, even forming enduring remnants in the world. Mu Tianlie was just like that.