Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 1862 - Capítulo 1862: 918: Coordinates and Keys

Capítulo 1862: Chapter 918: Coordinates and Keys

“Did soone live here before?” Su Xiaowan asked curiously, her eyes wide open, temporarily forgetting her fatigue.

“Be careful,” Luo Qingchen reminded, his expression becoming more serious. Places like this are often more dangerous than open deserts. No one knows if there are any remnants of restrictions, traps, or… sothing lurking in these ruins.

They approached cautiously, choosing a relatively intact and sheltered corner of a broken wall as a temporary resting spot. The wall was tall, effectively blocking the eerie wind, and the surrounding rubble also ford a natural barrier.

Luo Qingchen did not rest imdiately but carefully examined the environnt, making sure there were no obvious trap traces before allowing others to sit down. He walked to the edge of the corner, letting the Chaotic Power spread silently like ripples, enveloping the small area both as a precaution and to block so of the chill.

Lin Wan’er took out so clean cloth strips and dicine, intending to help Luo Qingchen treat so possible minor wounds from the previous battle, but he waved her off. “I’m fine, the Chaotic Power will do the healing. You take care of Bai Ling’er and regulate your breath as soon as possible.”

Lin Wan’er looked at him. His robe was indeed a bit damaged, stained with dust and unknown stains, but there seed to be no obvious external injuries. She nodded, no longer insisting, and walked to Bai Ling’er, softly asking about her condition. At the sa ti, she attempted to mobilize the vitality from the Linglong Grass within her, carefully guiding a wisp through her palm, slowly transferring it into Bai Ling’er to help her sort out the chaotic energy.

Bai Ling’er felt a warm, comforting power flow into her body, dispelling much of the chill and fatigue. She smiled gratefully at Lin Wan’er, her smile still weak but much more sincere. “Thank you, Sister Lin.”

She closed her eyes, striving to feel the changes within her. The leaves of the Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Grass acted like a gentle energy source, continuously repairing her origin, while the vitality Lin Wan’er transferred served as a catalyst, accelerating the process. She vaguely felt a huge, ancient power lurking deep within her soul, a power locked away by layers of shackles, only releasing a whisper of its aura under unique conditions. The unconscious Dragon Soul’s hum earlier seed to have stirred a corner of that power.

“Did I… again just now…” Bai Ling’er hesitantly looked at Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan’er, her eyes filled with confusion and a trace of barely noticeable fear. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, that uncontrollable power making her feel unfamiliar and uneasy.

Luo Qingchen ca over, sitting beside her, his gaze gentle yet probing: “What did you feel?”

Bai Ling’er shook her head: “I can’t say… just felt very angry… then a buzzing in my head… after that, things are blurry. Did I… cause trouble for you again?” She lowered her head, her voice filled with dejection. If it weren’t for her, they might not have been targeted by that terrifying soul shadow leader.

“What nonsense,” Luo Qingchen reached out to muss her hair, a natural, comforting gesture, “You are not a trouble. If it weren’t for you, we might have found it much harder to escape. That soul shadow leader was very strong, and it seed particularly wary of your… aura.”

He avoided directly ntioning “Dragon Soul” or “Ancestor Dragon,” using the vague term “aura” instead.

Lin Wan’er also spoke in a tily, gentle voice: “Sister Bai Ling’er, don’t think too much. Recovery is the most important. We are a team; helping each other is what we should do.” She looked at Bai Ling’er, filled with curiosity. That mighty and majestic power was sothing an ordinary Dragon Clan could not possess. Bai Ling’er’s origins were likely much more astounding than they had imagined.

“Yeah, yeah!” Su Xiaowan popped over, having caught her breath, curiosity taking over again, “Sister Bai Ling’er, just now when you ‘buzzed,’ it was so cool! That big, shadowy guy got so scared by your glare, no, by your ‘buzz,’ that it turned to ash! Is it so lost Ultimate Skill of the Dragon Clan? Like ‘Dragon’s Disdain’? Or ‘Stare That Gets Soone Pregnant’… uh, no, it’s ‘Stare That Blows Soone Up’?”

“Xiaowan!” Lin Wan’er chided, giving Su Xiaowan a glare to stop her increasingly outlandish guesses, “Don’t talk nonsense and scare Sister Bai Ling’er.”

Su Xiaowan stuck out her tongue, made a face, but obediently shut her mouth, though her big eyes remained filled with endless curiosity about Bai Ling’er’s “superpowers.”

Bai Ling’er was a bit embarrassed by Su Xiaowan’s teasing, her cheeks slightly red, but the tension in her heart eased considerably. She shook her head gently: “I… I don’t know what that was either…”

Luo Qingchen watched their interaction, his taut nerves relaxing slightly. He patted Bai Ling’er on the shoulder: “Don’t overthink it. This might be power hidden in your bloodline, which is a good thing. Once you’re fully recovered, we’ll study it slowly. For now, focus on your breath regulation.”

With that, he stood up, walking to the edge of the broken wall, casting his gaze into the depths of the ruins. Although it was temporarily safe, he always felt an inexplicable eeriness about the ruins. The broken stone carvings were rugged and ancient, carrying a barbaric, bloodthirsty aura, distinct from the style of any Sect or race he knew. What exactly happened here in the distant past?

He pushed the Chaotic Power to its limits, his perception spreading like a dense spider web, gradually penetrating the surrounding environnt. The Yin Fiend energy was still thick, but beneath the ruins, there seed to be traces of other energy remnants, very faint, almost undetectable, like the lingering aftermath of so ancient formation, or perhaps… the imprint left by a powerful existence.

Lin Wan’er and Bai Ling’er both entered ditation, the leaves of the Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Grass and the power of the Linglong Grass’s mark flowing gently within them, healing injuries and restoring energy.

Su Xiaowan, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still. Letting her sit quietly and ditate was more painful than killing her. After resting for a while and feeling sowhat rejuvenated, her curiosity couldn’t be contained, and she began to look around the small corner they were in, her hands touching along the nearby broken walls.

“Hey, look at this stone, it’s so strange,” Su Xiaowan suddenly exclaid softly, pointing at an inconspicuous stone at the base of the broken wall.

The stone was half-buried in gravel, its surface marked with traces of weathering, but upon closer inspection, it seed to have more intricate and complicated patterns carved into it compared to the wall. These were not totems, but rather…文字? or perhaps an incredibly ancient runes.

Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan’er, who had not fully imrsed in breath regulation and kept so vigilance, looked over at the sound.

Luo Qingchen stepped forward, crouching to closely observe the stone. His fingers brushed over the patterns, cool to the touch with a peculiar texture. The Chaotic Power followed his fingertips, and he imdiately felt a weak yet extrely obscure energy fluctuation, full of annihilation and reincarnation, emanating from the depths of those patterns.

This fluctuation… bore a slight resemblance to the aura of the Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Grass, but it was much more ancient, grand, and… icy.

“Is this… so kind of sacrificial runes?” Lin Wan’er ca over, her brows furrowed. She hailed from the Tianyuan Sect and had so knowledge of various ancient ruins and runes, but she had never encountered this style. It bore an implication entirely opposite to vitality, guiding all things toward their end.

“It doesn’t seem like ordinary sacrificial runes,” Luo Qingchen shook his head, his eyes deepening, “It looks more like a… coordinate, or perhaps… a key.”