The candlelight flickered in the eerie wind.
Old Master Si held a magic artifact in his hand, muttering incantations like a spiritual dium, as black mist churned and spread in all directions.
In front of him, gray fog converged, faintly reflecting the silhouettes of a group of people fleeing within the corridor.
"Thank goodness for the ancient books left to us by the Think Tank."
He laughed grimly, saying, "With this, these people won't be able to stir up any trouble."
Si Wei'an's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty. Although the Think Tank had ordered not to harm the girl, he didn't care much for commands—when the ti cos, whoever holds the treasure and the power will dictate the rules.
"As expected, the Think Tank's plans are flawless. Never underestimate the Ether Association's President. The followers of Order must have discovered this place long ago, or else traces of the Heavenly Person Realm wouldn't be here. However, even they haven't been able to retrieve Xu Fu."
Xia Yu remained elegant, her loosely tied long hair flowing as she gently twirled it, her white dress fluttering lightly. "Still, I can't help wondering about the nature of the Heavenly Person Realm here. Could it have been left as trials for subsequent strategists?"
The barrier left behind by the Heavenly Person Realm serves to prevent the evolvers of the Dark World from entering.
It seems quite logical.
"We've reached the deepest point, but we have yet to see Xu Fu."
Old Master Si snorted coldly, "And those two Divine Servants—they managed to slip away as well."
"No matter, I can chase them down."
Si Wei'an licked his lips, his gaze chilly and sinister.
Xia Yu, however, comnted aningfully, "The Think Tank already warned against unnecessary action. Compared to the ultimate mysteries of evolution, everything else is trivial. You might as well look at the murals and understand the weight those murals reveal!"
On the golden root of the Golden Tree within the main hall, black runes shimred with astonishing, divine brilliance.
They were about to encompass the entire Golden Tree Root.
No one knew what would happen then.
On either side of the main hall, blood-soaked murals adorned the walls of bronze.
The first mural depicted the history of the Qilin Clan.
Under the Golden Tree that blotted out the sky, an imnse god overlooked its people as they knelt in agony beneath it. Their faces were grafted with two different human visages, seemingly howling in frantic despair, ultimately pierced and sealed with an iron sword within coffins.
They were buried beneath the tree, becoming its nourishnt.
The imnse god fed its own bones and blood to sustain the Golden Divine Tree.
The second mural illustrated the history of the Candle Dragon Clan!
An imnse god fell, entombed at the end of ti, its spirituality surging from the Sky Do, saturating the desolate Ancient God Realm, eventually nourishing soil to cultivate the Golden Tree's growth.
Faintly visible was a Black Dragon that blotted out the sky, releasing its spirituality in an attempt to nourish the Ancient God Realm as well.
Its bones and blood also served as sacrifices, devoured by the Golden Tree.
"I cannot decipher these murals."
Old Master Si's gaze turned dark as he spoke softly.
"Of course you can't, because they pertain to Supre-level secrets."
Xia Yu smiled faintly and said in a soft voice, "When the runes maturing on the Divine Tree reach fruition, you simply need to insert the item the Think Tank gave you into the root of the Divine Tree. Then, the young mistress will naturally comprehend the structure of this power."
At that mont, Si Wei'an seed to sense sothing and swiftly turned around!
Boom!
The bronze wall suddenly shattered under a single punch!
Accompanied by the scattering haze, a man surged forth like a streak of black lightning. His left eye burned a stern gold, while his right eye glead a grotesque crimson. His pitch-black trench coat billowed in the wind, rippling like flowing water.
The blade's cry echoed sharply, akin to a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the hall!
"Gu Jianlin?"
Old Master Si's body stiffened in stark terror upon seeing the man. "No! You're..."
Crack!
His head flew high into the air as a frigid gleam vanished in re monts. The blade's mournful resonance reverberated endlessly.
An instant kill!
With the ground quaking violently, an iron coffin burst forth from beneath the surface.
The Sorrowful Corpse Cycle.
The Si Family's unique secret technique, granting each individual three opportunities for life.
How powerful!
Si Wei'an's eyes nearly burst with shock. This man, clearly only at Fourth Rank level, exhibited strength inexplicably overwhelming!
The man spun mid-air, his jet-black bangs swaying, a gaze fixed upon Si Wei'an resembling one aid at a corpse.
He snapped his fingers!
Boom!
Si Wei'an had no chance to dodge. A surge of pitch-black lightning descended from above, exploding into blinding chaos, engulfing him entirely!
"Old Master! Quickly, retrieve that item!"
Xia Yu, aghast, discarded all semblance of grace as her gorgeous pupils widened in fright. A radiant Golden Core erged above her head.
Crucial monts arrived. The man pointed casually, unleashing streams of jet-black light!
With an earth-shattering explosion, Xia Yu was blasted forcefully against the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her pristine, white dress scorched until revealing large swathes of snowy skin. Her long hair scattered uncontrollably.
Even with Golden Core defenses, the explosive shockwave gravely wounded her.
The iron coffin had barely opened when the man pivoted to glance at it, gripping his tachi unperturbed.
The blade's edge faintly shimred with lightning energy.
With a streak of intense lightning that flickered briefly yet strikingly, the iron coffin was split in two!
Crack.
Old Master Si, upon regenerating from his revival, lost his second life instantly, the terror on his aged face frozen in a grimace.
A thread of blood trailed from his forehead down to the bottom of his body as blood sprayed forth like a cascading waterfall.
If this scene were recorded, it would undoubtedly be the epito of a nightmarish tale—the enigma of how the youth before them suddenly grew into an adult and beca so unfathomably powerful defied understanding. Call him the combined incarnation of Qing and Chi in their youth, and they'd believe it.
Utterly surreal.
In the dying perception of Old Master Si, this man's essence bordered on absurdity.
A Ghost Slayer one mont.
A Divine the next.
Flexible employnt, is it!
Fortunately, in the instant he was slain for the second ti, he managed to reach into his pocket and retrieve that item.
It was the hilt of a broken blade.
The shining blade reflected the face of a person into view.
"Young Mistress, please spare us!"
Another iron coffin erged from the earth, and an aged voice echoed from within.
Only the Young Mistress could quell this man before them.
Because the Young Mistress was Dusk's secret weapon.
Invincible in battle!
The man clutched his forehead, his existence teetering on the brink of dissolution. Yet, upon seeing that face, a trace of a dreamy expression flickered across his features as he softly murmured, "So it's you. Been a long ti."
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