Translator: Cinder Translations
Jie Hui dragged the severely injured Jie Wu through the cold pool, returning to the cave of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid Hall.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid Hall was already deserted.
Jie Wu, already injured, was forcibly pulled through the cold pool by Jie Hui. The cold seeped into his body, exacerbating his injuries, leaving him lying on the ground, unable to move.
Fortunately, the healing pills Jie Hui had previously fed him were high-quality, barely preserving his life.
At that moment, the spiritual power within him was slowly refining the pills, repairing his injuries.
Jie Wu struggled to spit out a few words.
Usually, he argued incessantly with Jie Se.
However, when he was trapped by the Stinging Mother Beast, it was Jie Se who risked his life to save him.
In the end, this led to Jie Se falling into the hands of the Stinging Mother Beast.
Jie Se had risked his life to save him; yet, when Jie Se found himself in peril, he felt powerless, leaving Jie Wu with deep guilt.
Jie Hui shook his head. "At that time, I was also powerless."
Jie Wu lay on his back, staring at the pitch-black sky with a desolate expression.
"Jie Wu, in your current state, it's difficult to recover in a short time. At least until the end of the secret realm, you won't be able to return to your former self. Why not offer your soul and body to my Skeletal Ghost Generals? They can also restore some strength."
Jie Hui's voice was like the wind and snow of winter, chilling Jie Wu's heart.
After decades of friendship, Jie Hui wanted to use him as food for the ghostly beings.
Helpless, Jie Wu could only move his eyes to look at Jie Hui.
What he saw, however, were five ethereal skeletons.
During the struggle for the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid, the five skeletal ghost generals were injured by Ji Ruxue's sword formation and had not fully recovered.
"Jie Hui, spare me..."
He couldn't finish his sentence before the five skeletal ghosts lunged at him.
They began to gnaw at his physical body.
Watching Jie Wu being devoured, Jie Hui wore a compassionate expression and chanted the Buddhist Rebirth Spell.
However, Jie Wu's soul was quickly consumed.
There was absolutely no chance for "rebirth"!
After the five ghosts finished their meal, Jie Hui turned and left the cave where the Ten- Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid Hall was located.
Following the passage used by Song Wen and the others to leave, he ventured deeper into the underground dark river.
The path he took was different from the one that Song Wen had followed when trailing Feng
Their entrances into the underground dark river were also different.
After organizing the memories obtained from the soul search, Song Wen couldn't help but feel delighted.
He had discovered a clue about the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch, and it was a five- hundred-year-old one.
However, the Stinging Mother Beast posed a challenge.
Perhaps it was due to the protection of the Stinging Mother Beast that this Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch could have such a high age.
Those cultivators who coveted the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch had all died at the hands of the Stinging Mother Beast.
"But how do we enter the cave? Do we have to return to the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid Hall and enter through the cold pool below the cliff?"
In Jie Hui's memories, there was only this route to enter the cave where the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch was located.
There was also a dark passage leading into the cave through an underground river.
However, Song Wen did not know where this dark river was.
"First, I need to find Feng Qi, kill him, and then obtain the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch."
After thinking for a moment, Song Wen made his decision in his heart.
The Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch was protected by the Stinging Mother Beast, and even three peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, including Jie Hui, had not been able to
There was no need to worry about someone else taking it.
The time required to travel back to the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid Hall was too long, and Song Wen didn't want to waste too much time on the journey.
After carefully searching around, Song Wen discovered the markings left by the Sacred Gu.
Feng Qi was moving along the riverway.
Thinking of the Yin Yang Blood Weeping Branch, Song Wen's speed noticeably increased.
Song Wen followed the river, swimming upstream for several hundred miles, yet he still had not seen Feng Qi's trace.
During this time, he also discovered several hidden passages leading to other riverways.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the underground dark rivers in the Canglan Secret Realm were indeed crisscrossing and endless, and this underground waterway was perhaps a
Suddenly, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy came from ahead.
Someone was fighting!
Song Wen first allowed the Sacred Gu to approach, while he concealed his aura and slowly
After moving forward about ten miles, Song Wen could clearly see the two combatants.
It was actually Ji Ruxue and Feng Qi.
Ji Ruxue activated the Evil Extermination Sword Formation, trapping Feng Qi within it.
Within the sword formation, bolts of lightning and sword energy fell intermittently, bombarding Feng Qi.
It was thanks to the flashes of lightning that illuminated the pitch-black underground world
that Song Wen was able to recognize the two from several miles away.
The battle between the two was quite intense.
The Evil Extermination Sword Formation could summon thunderous techniques, making it
However, Ji Ruxue's cultivation was weaker than Feng Qi's.
Moreover, Feng Qi was not an ordinary opponent.
With his fire techniques, even though he was trapped in the sword formation and simultaneously attacked by lightning and sword light, he seemed to handle it with ease.
On the contrary, Ji Ruxue, who was controlling the sword formation, appeared somewhat unsettled.
Maintaining the sword formation consumed a considerable amount of her spiritual power.
Not being able to take down Feng Qi for an extended period made her feel a bit discouraged.
"Last time in the Donghua Square, your master and the He Huan Sect's senior let you escape with your life. This time, let's see where you can run!"
Inside the sword formation, Feng Qi, while mobilizing his fire techniques to fend off the
incoming sword energy, shouted loudly.
He said this to disturb Ji Ruxue's mindset.
Although he was temporarily safe, being trapped in the sword formation for too long was not
Ji Ruxue bit her silver teeth and quickly manipulated the sword art in her hands.
The formation's power suddenly increased.
Thunderbolts fell frequently, and sword light continued to slash out.
Inside the sword formation, Feng Qi felt the pressure surge.
But instead of getting angry, he felt joy.
The sword formation was driven by Ji Ruxue's spiritual power; such a high-intensity attack could not be sustained for long with her late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Feng Qi held a blazing fire bell above him, helping him resist the attacks that slipped through.
He continuously summoned various fire dragons and fire phoenixes to counter the incoming
thunder and sword light.
Three bolts of lightning and nine rays of sword light fell simultaneously.
The fire techniques Feng Qi unleashed only managed to block ten of the attacks.
One bolt of lightning and one ray of sword light struck the blazing fire bell above him.
The flames on the bell suddenly flickered, going from bright to dim.
Then, the bell exploded, sending firelight splattering everywhere.
The residual power of lightning and sword light fell on the spiritual power shield, which was
Feng Qi's final defense.
The spiritual power shield shattered with a sound.
The sword light slashed across Feng Qi's chest, and the lightning struck the top of his head.
After the blazing fire bell and the spiritual power shield absorbed some of the power, the remaining might of the thunder and sword light was not much.
Feng Qi suffered a wound about a foot long across his chest from the sword light.
The lightning knocked Feng Qi flying, leaving him charred all over.
Though Feng Qi appeared disheveled, the actual damage was not severe.
He slightly circulated his spiritual power, expelling most of the sword energy and lightning
that had invaded his body.
As for his external injuries, they were merely superficial wounds, not serious, and would not
affect his combat effectiveness.
Read (RDC) ahead on (pa treon.com/CinderTL) - Chapter 522.
Early access starts at $5. Your support keeps this going!
Use Code CINDER2025 to get 50% first month discount on TUR and TUP Tiers. Valid Till
Subscribe & Read Nightmare Strikes FREE!! ;)
Translated 4 Series, 1.5K+ Chapters and 1.78M+ Words.