owlsbooks Chapter 176 Don't Move
Chapter 176 Don't Move
Chapter 177 Don't Move
The old man in the gray robe only glanced at him, yet it caused his eyes to sting unbearably, and tears streamed down his face.
Han Li forged this sword and knew its essence well. The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword is made of special material, mainly for storing and absorbing the evil-repelling divine thunder. The sword itself is not known for its sharpness and toughness.
However, at this moment, the rising sharpness in Brother Lu's hands far exceeded his expectations.
This has nothing to do with the improvement of the magic weapon's grade; it is purely due to the enhancement of the swordsman's realm and swordsmanship.
This is merely a single thought?!
Zi Ling's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder.
Yuan Yao kept her head down, her gaze barely reaching her toes, and dared not look up at the figure in front of her.
Unconsciously, I lightly kicked a small pebble on the ground, my heart pounding with anxiety.
You probably didn't recognize me, right?
Lu Jianghe twisted his wrist slightly, and a flash of sword light appeared.
With a thrust of his sword, a sharp, snow-white sword light sliced vertically in front of him.
The sword light instantly expanded to the left and right, straight as a line splitting the sky.
Wherever it passed, the thick gray fog was silently cut apart, the upper part separated into clear, and the lower part settled into turbidity, and the world instantly became clear.
At the same time, the sword energy swept across the area, covering a radius of several tens of feet.
The world within this area suddenly became clearly divided.
The surging gray fog on both sides seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, no longer daring to cross the line, and was completely blocked.
The power of a single sword strike can sweep across ten thousand feet.
Then, in everyone's sight, Lu Jianghe's figure began to slowly dissipate from bottom to top, from his toes to his body and then to his head, with specks of starlight scattering away, like ice and snow melting.
As he dissipated, he turned his head one last time, and the light seemed to faintly sweep across the direction where Zi Ling was.
Immediately, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword spun once in the air.
It emitted a long, clear, and melodious sound, and the sword's body shimmered with light, seemingly possessing even more spirituality and joy than when it was in Han Li's hands, telling a story of unparalleled exhilaration since its forging.
"Walk!"
Han Li was the first to come to his senses. He suppressed the shock in his heart and shouted in a deep voice.
He gestured towards the air, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, seemingly still unsatisfied, hesitated for a moment before flying back into his hand.
After finishing, his body transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of the sword.
At the same time, Yuan Yao followed closely behind.
The gray-robed old man and Zi Ling quickly followed.
With no more evil spirits blocking their path within a hundred meters to the left and right, the group had no more worries and no longer needed to sneak around cautiously; they each rode the wind and flew away.
The group looked around, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.
The passage cleaved by the sword energy was clearly visible. The surging sea of mist on both sides was blocked by an invisible embankment, and was unable to close immediately due to the chilling sword energy.
The ghostly spirits and vengeful ghosts in the misty sea were so close, yet they seemed to exist in a completely different world from the passage itself.
This scene is truly breathtaking.
The scenery along the way was monotonous and repetitive. After speeding for about half an hour, the outline of a waterside garden soon appeared in the distance.
The garden seemed out of place in the otherwise gloomy and desolate Lingyuan Land, as if it were forcibly embedded in this ghostly realm.
Although it is not large in area, it is ingeniously laid out, with pine trees and strange rocks arranged in a well-organized manner, as well as patches of exotic flowers and plants that are hard to name, and several exquisitely carved jade pavilions dotting the landscape.
The garden is filled with a spiritual atmosphere, a peaceful and serene paradise that contrasts sharply with the outside world.
In fact, in the latter half of the journey, the two boundaries began to blur slowly, and gray fog once again enveloped the area.
However, the remaining sword energy still intimidated the surrounding remnant souls and vengeful spirits, preventing them from advancing and attacking for the time being.
Han Li, Zi Ling, Yuan Yao, and the gray-robed old man passed through the last stretch of mist and stepped into this strange waterside garden.
Besides the four of them, there were already several Nascent Soul stage monsters in the garden, but no other cultivators.
At the highest point on the edge of the garden, Elder Jin Kui of the Star Palace and Elder Jia stood side by side.
Lu Jianghe casually sat on another rock slightly below them. The three seemed to be talking in hushed tones, and the atmosphere was not tense, but rather relaxed.
Those Nascent Soul stage monsters, whether from the righteous path or the demonic path, all concealed their auras at this moment.
They either sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing or pretended to admire the garden scenery, but none of them dared to openly scan the area with their divine senses to investigate.
At this moment, the gray fog suddenly seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, automatically rolling and retreating to both sides.
A figure stepped out from within.
The newcomer was a young man dressed in a green robe, with delicate features and even a somewhat eerie air.
His body was spotless; he was the "green-robed youth" who had been possessed by the Xuan Gu Shangren Xiao Cha and disguised as Qu Hun.
The composure on the green-robed youth's face crumbled instantly, a barely concealed ashen pallor creeping onto his cheeks. He exhaled deeply, his eyes glazed over, and slowly walked to a tree and sat down.
Just then, a deep male voice echoed in my mind: "What's wrong? Why are you so agitated?"
Xuan Gu sneered inwardly, replying with a sense of utter despair, "Good luck to you, this time I'm afraid I can't escape my fate."
"What exactly happened? Xuan Gu, what do you mean by that?"
The voice was filled with surprise and doubt.
"What do you mean? The literal meaning!"
Xuan Gu felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
"Forget about seeking revenge against Ji Yin. Being targeted by a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, do you think we have even the slightest chance of survival?"
His self-deprecating expression deepened.
Having finally gained the opportunity to possess another body and be reborn, the goal I've been pursuing is now within reach —
Unexpectedly, misfortune never comes singly.
If I had known that kid had such a powerful backer, I shouldn't have gone so far in the first place.
As soon as Xuan Gu stepped into the Lingyuan Water Pavilion, Lu Jianghe's telepathic message arrived like a shadow.
There are only three words.
"Don't wander off."
As time passed, more and more cultivators passed through the Spirit Abyss.
Most of them looked extremely disheveled, with unstable breathing, torn robes, and some cultivators even had pale faces, appearing to have suffered severe injuries.
In this state, even with years of quiet recuperation, it would be difficult to restore his peak cultivation level.
Despite paying such a price, the cultivators who successfully passed the test still couldn't hide their excitement and joy.
After all, passing this perilous first hurdle means having the real opportunity to harvest those rare and precious medicinal herbs that have long since disappeared from the outside world.
This temptation is enough to wash away the hardships and losses along the way.
In another jade pavilion, the bearded man sat cross-legged, his face as cold as frost.
His eyes glanced into the distance, but he dared not look directly at them, his large knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
In contrast, although Ji Yin also sat still, his aura was restless. He seemed to be regulating his breathing, but in reality, his mind was in turmoil.
As for Qing Yi, one of the three, he seemed much more relaxed.
He held the bamboo scroll he always carried with him in one hand, while slowly stroking his beard with the other, looking relaxed, even relieved.
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