Chapter 563: Chapter 59: I Am a Genuine Sword Immortal
Although it was a dimly lit night, the dense fog rolled in like waves, clearly visible.
The Annan Army cultivators responsible for sealing off the village acted imdiately upon receiving their orders, their swords carrying them high into the air. But the speed of the fog was even faster: one second it seed a distant threat, the next it had rapidly engulfed them.
The slower Military Mansion Cultivators were swept up by the thick fog below, their figures vanishing in an instant.
Atop the hill, in front of the solitary grave, everyone’s expression was solemn as they stared at the approaching fog.
They were too close to the fog to have ti to escape, and in an instant, they were completely enveloped.
Only Chen Lingyun realized that this fog was actually an extrely abundant Yin energy—surely originating from so secret realm related to ghosts.
This ti, it’s my turn.
A thought flashed through her mind, and her figure was already completely wrapped in the fog. The sensation was instantaneous, like drowning or plunging into the depths of the sea, with endless pressure coming from all directions, almost suffocating her.
However, the Nine Heavens Yin Demon Prison Banner in her hand soon transmitted a sense of exhilaration, snapping her out of the weightless dizziness.
Chen Lingyun’s feet touched the ground.
She quickly steadied herself, and while scanning her surroundings, her Divine Sense also swiftly made a circuit.
No one.
She was still standing on the slope of a hill, but not the one she had been on before. The sky was entirely dark, the stars and moon hidden, the air filled with an extrely rich Yin energy. Any mortal without Marrow Cleansing who ended up here would probably fall gravely ill in no ti.
If those villagers who had gone missing were indeed taken away by the fog into this mysterious realm, their chances of survival were extrely slim.
Chen Lingyun stood on the hillside and forcefully planted the Prison Banner into the ground.
The Five Ghosts and Black and White Impermanence erged around her and looked down along her gaze.
In the center of the valley basin, there was a town with faint lights.
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Lin Ning was rapidly moving through the dense forest, performing the Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step with great proficiency.
The surrounding trees were all dead, leafless and budless, with gaunt and twisted branches, rotten and bizarre, like corpses silently screaming.
This eerie atmosphere made Lin Ning sowhat uncomfortable, so she couldn’t help but bring out her swords for defense, suspending them in front of her.
The Green Bamboo Sword, housed inside the Sword Box, was already coated with three layers of Sword Qi, exceptionally sharp as if it could slice through the surrounding Yin clouds and fog.
The Dan Yan Sword, rely unsheathed, seed unimpeded in this ghostly setting, perhaps owing to its Fire Line affiliation, giving it a feeling of being in its elent.
Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead.
“Ruoxi!” Lin Ning called out.
“Ningning!” Xie Ruoxi turned around, her face lighting up with surprise.
The two girls quickly ca together, holding hands and jumping with joy. Xie Ruoxi was almost moved to tears, saying emotionally,
“I almost broke down when I found out the captain was gone, but fortunately, you’re here!”
“Well, you don’t have to be so pessimistic,” Lin Ning replied, as she scanned Xie Ruoxi with her Divine Sense for a long while to confirm her identity. She then tentatively asked, “Don’t you have that Thunder thod? It can exorcise evil spirits.”
“I do have the Thunder thod, but it doesn’t an I can hit them,” Xie Ruoxi replied matter-of-factly, “I always need soone to cover .”
Lin Ning was speechless, thinking to herself that although Ruoxi already possessed the attack power of a top fighter, she could still say sothing so helpless—this was indeed Ruoxi.
The two girls then looked around again, only to hear Xie Ruoxi ask,
“So, are there any other people around?”
“No more.” Lin Ning said, “I’ve already explored the surrounding woods.”
“It’s just the two of us in this area.”
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Su Yunjin and Zhao Yuanzhen had also t up.
“Haven’t you seen anyone else?” Su Yunjin asked with concern.
“No,” Zhao Yuanzhen shook his head, but his eyes fixated on the lake beside them.
“What’s wrong?” Su Yunjin inquired.
“This seems to be the Ruishui River,” Zhao Yuanzhen approached the shore, plucked a strand of hair from his head, and gently placed it on the water’s surface.
The hair swiftly sank, as if it encountered no buoyancy whatsoever.
“That’s it.” Zhao Yuanzhen took out an Elixir Bottle from his chest, unscrewed the cap, poured out the Elixir dicine inside, and then used the empty bottle to scoop up the water from the lake.
Su Yunjin watched on the side, her brows unconsciously furrowing. After he had collected the lake water, she finally asked,
“So, what kind of mysterious realm is this?”
“Hard to say,” Zhao Yuanzhen looked into the distance, where weak lights were barely visible.
“I’m just afraid it might be the secret realm of so ghost cultivator sect.”
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“Take the dicine quickly,” Yan Yu urged as he stuffed a pill into Li Minghu’s mouth.
This realm was rife with strong Yin energy; even regular mortals would fall ill if they lingered for a mont, and although Li Minghu had completed her Marrow Cleansing, her internal balance of the Five Elents was disrupted. The robust Yin energy surrounding them, once stirred, caused her to cough violently imdiately.
The dicine Yan Yu administered was for treating external injuries, with the effect of promoting blood circulation and strengthening the body. The dicinal powers spread through her abdon, and Li Minghu’s complexion indeed beca much healthier.
“I’m sorry,” she said weakly as she stood up.
“No need to thank ,” Yan Yu replied, turning his gaze forward.
About a hundred steps ahead, there stood nurous houses with white painted walls that greyed with age, presumably a small town.
There were no electric lights in the town; illumination ca solely from the paper lanterns hung in front of each household, swinging steadily in the ghostly wind.
The streets were deserted.
Even a street crowded with ghosts would be preferable to this emptiness because you have no idea where the enemy might be.
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