Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 1925 - 950: Altar? Vast and Ancient Transmission Arr

Luo Qingchen relied on his exquisite Chaos Sword Technique and combat experience far beyond his peers, maneuvering deftly amidst the imperable attacks, the Black Dragon Sword dancing like a dragon, repeatedly deflecting or diverting lethal blows. Yet, his Chaotic Power was rapidly depleting, making his face increasingly pale.

"Senior Brother Luo! Let help you!" Lin Wan’er, seeing this, grew anxious, and with a flick of her longsword, a fierce white Sword Qi pierced the dark fog, stabbing straight at the shadow creature’s back!

However, the shadow creature seed to have eyes on its back; without turning its head, it easily swatted Lin Wan’er’s Sword Qi to pieces with a backhand claw! It seed enraged by Lin Wan’er’s assault, abandoning Luo Qingchen and suddenly turning into a black shadow pouncing toward Lin Wan’er!

"Not good!" Luo Qingchen’s expression changed, wanting to rescue, but he was montarily blocked by a sudden burst of dense dark fog.

Those sharp claws were about to reach Lin Wan’er and behind her, Su Xiaowan and Bai Ling’er!

"Ah! Turtle Shell Master, save us!" Su Xiaowan, scared, closed her eyes and instinctively held the turtle shell she had been embracing in front of herself!

At this critical mont!

Buzz——!

The mysterious turtle shell, always dim and unresponsive, upon contact with the intense, sinister aura emanating from the shadow creature’s claws, the ancient runes on its surface suddenly glead with an extrely faint, yet exceptionally profound dim light!

A heavy, suppressive power, indescribable and seemingly born of an ancient primordial epoch, radiated from the turtle shell like ripples!

Puff!

The formidable black claws, to which even Luo Qingchen’s Chaos Sword Technique had to take care, upon encountering this invisible suppressive force, seed to hit an unseen copper wall and iron barrier! Not only did it fail to advance, but it was violently repelled by an overwhelming counter-force!

"Goo?!"

The shadow creature seed taken aback too, emitting a confused screech, its scarlet gaze fixed on the turtle shell in Su Xiaowan’s hands, seemingly flashing a hint of greed and... dread?

Taking advantage of this mont, Luo Qingchen had broken through the fog, arrived beside Lin Wan’er, and the Black Dragon Sword, carrying lethal intent, slashed at the shadow creature once again!

"Chaos Sword Technique: Sky Splitting!"

The gray Sword Light tore through the air with an aura of severing everything!

The shadow creature seed apprehensive of the turtle shell’s power and sensed the threat from Luo Qingchen’s strike, dodging rather than confronting, letting out a reluctant screech, its form retreating like a specter, instantly rging into the deeper shadows in the distance, vanishing!

The pervasive dark fog also gradually dissipated.

The great hall returned to dead silence, as if the thrilling encounter never happened.

"Phew... scared to death..." Su Xiaowan sat paralyzed on the ground, her face pale, clutching the turtle shell, still frightened, "Was it... the turtle shell that saved us just now?"

Lin Wan’er, also fearful, looked at the turtle shell in Su Xiaowan’s hand, eyes filled with shock and gratitude: "It seems...yes."

Luo Qingchen sheathed his sword, slightly panting, his gaze complex as he looked toward the shadow where the creature disappeared, then at the turtle shell that had returned to dimness in Su Xiaowan’s arms.

Though the suppressive force erupted from the turtle shell was brief, its essence was vast and formidable, far beyond his current understanding. The origins of this turtle shell is likely more mysterious than he imagined.

"That thing... retreated?" Lin Wan’er asked sowhat uncertainly.

Luo Qingchen shook his head, his expression grave: "Probably just temporarily retreated. It seems apprehensive of Xiaowan’s turtle shell, but wasn’t truly hard. Furthermore..." He looked toward the endless darkness deeper in the hall, "I feel like there’s more than just it here."

This deathly still underground ancient hall is rife with unknown dangers. That eerie grey-robed figure is rely the tip of the iceberg. They must find a way to leave here quickly; otherwise, if entangled by more "things," the consequences will be unimaginable.

He cast his gaze toward the central area of the hall, where there seed to be a relatively intact altar-like structure. "Let’s check over there, maybe we can find so clues."

The three dared not be careless anymore, vigilantly, cautiously making their way towards the grand stone altar at the center of the hall. Each step landed on thick dust and sand, surrounded by towering broken stone pillars and collapsed walls, shadows squirming in the corners as if new monsters might leap out at any mont.

Unknown dangers, like a sword hanging overhead, kept their nerves constantly taut.

The closer they got to the center of the hall, the more majestic the grand stone altar appeared. It was circular, a hundred zhang in diater, made entirely of a kind of unknown, hard black rock. The surface of the altar was extraordinarily smooth, though covered in thick dust, faintly revealing nurous intricate and mysterious runes engraved upon it, similar in style to the ones on the stone pillars, full of an ancient, desolate aura.

Along the altar’s edge, twelve half-human-height stone platforms were evenly distributed, each having a bowl-sized groove, seemingly made to hold sothing. The entire altar exuded a solemn and dignified yet sowhat eerie and oppressive feeling.

Luo Qingchen and the others cautiously circled the altar, not finding any other anomalies nor seeing the bizarre grey-robed figure again.

"This seems like... an altar? Or the core of so kind of formation?" Lin Wan’er speculated, looking at those mysterious runes. She hailed from the Heavenly Sword Sect and had so knowledge of formation runes, yet the complexity and antiquity of these runes far exceeded her understanding.