Chapter 17: The Maiden
As the blood mist spread, a terrifying surge of source energy swept through the air. A low, guttural roar echoed, sounding as if it came straight from the depths of hell.
The disciples of the Tang family were so frightened that their souls seemed to drift away; blood trickled from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.
Even Tang Mingchen was shaken, his internal source energy thrown into chaos, nearly coughing up a mouthful of old blood.
“Damn it, all Tang family disciples, retreat immediately!” Tang Mingchen, as the senior elder of the Tang family’s devoted followers, was unwilling to bear the blame. Sensing the danger, he promptly ordered a withdrawal.
However, those slow to react were already torn apart, their deaths horrifying to behold.
“Damn it! A poor start to the mission. My attempt to capture the Golden Feathered Eagle King has backfired; I’ve been pecked in the eye!” Tang Mingchen was furious, the mole in his eye socket twitching several times as his gaze turned dark and vicious. Resentful, he turned away.
Wang Youming and his group fared no better. When they discovered the corpse of the Golden Feathered Eagle King and rashly charged forward, they were blasted away by the king’s sovereign aura.
The disciples of the Wang family were also in dire straits. Some were cursed by the lingering resentment of the Golden Feathered Eagle King, forever trapped at the edge of the ancient wilderness era, wandering aimlessly and losing themselves.
“Sigh, I miscalculated. Anyone who could battle the Golden Feathered Eagle King surely has a backup plan…” Wang Youming was deeply frustrated. But with no other choice, he forced himself to rally and fled in panic with his disciples. One of them inadvertently triggered the source rune engraved by Li Xuan, engulfed entirely in source light, and was instantly burned to ashes.
“You little brat, I remember you and your source rune array! Even if you’re from the Source Celestial Master lineage, I’ll make you regret ever coming into this world!” Wang Youming left a trail of traps along the way. Anyone passing by would trigger them, making capture inevitable.
“Wait, Elder, rushing into the forbidden zone at the edge of the ancient wilderness era might bring disaster. The laws there are chaotic now, so we can approach for the time being, but I…” Kong Sheng’s face was filled with worry. The outer edges of the forbidden zone still held many unknowns, and no one could guarantee the elder’s safe return.
Kong Linghui hesitated briefly and said, “You’re thoughtful, Sheng’er. I admit I’m a bit impatient. You all stay here and wait. I will take the lead. If danger arises, I’ll act accordingly!”
Transforming into a streak of dark light, Kong Linghui charged ahead, only to be immediately repelled by a terrifying aura. He instantly ordered his disciples to retreat.
Still unwilling to concede, Kong Linghui resorted to a wait-and-see approach, having his disciples patrol the edges, waiting for the young man to emerge.
At this moment, Jiang Qingyue’s eyes were clouded with confusion and anxiety. Before her lay a grim and terrifying forbidden zone that claimed even peak Xuan Realm masters. She guessed that Li Xuan had already fled into the zone. What should she do?
Steeling her heart, she was about to rush in when an aged hand stopped her.
“Miss, please reconsider. I cannot bear to watch you walk to your death,” said Liu Bo.
Liu Bo, using his Heavenly Eye ability, had long detected Jiang Qingyue and the swirling blood mist.
“Uncle Liu, you’re injured?” Jiang Qingyue’s face was filled with horror. Who in the world could have harmed Liu Bo?
“This minor wound is nothing. With some rest, I’ll recover. As for whether Li Xuan can make it out alive, that depends on his fortune…” Liu Bo said.
Jiang Qingyue’s face went pale, her arms trembling uncontrollably. “Uncle Liu, take care of yourself. Even if it means death, I will die alongside Li Xuan!”
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Jiang Qingyue released Liu Bo and tried to charge forward but was knocked unconscious by a palm strike.
“Miss, your delicate body, and such youthful passion — why risk everything for Li Xuan?” Liu Bo looked toward the forbidden zone, shook his head, and swiftly retreated, carrying Jiang Qingyue with him.
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The Ancient Wilderness Sanctum!
In a panic, Li Xuan sensed immense danger. Relying on the “Holy Emperor Azure Lotus Tome” to perceive the source rune array, he carefully avoided countless perils, slowly making his way deeper into the Ancient Wilderness Sanctum.
The sanctum bore the weight of ages, like a lost world. It contained mountains and rivers, as well as the sun, moon, and stars.
Li Xuan found a narrow stone path littered with bones left behind by the human, dragon, phoenix, and golden crow races. Judging by their skeletal composition, these beings had lived long ago and were undoubtedly formidable cultivators.
Now, they were mere corpses, abandoned by the roadside.
An overwhelming urge to weep welled within Li Xuan, for their deaths were unimaginably cruel—necks twisted, bodies torn apart alive, exploded, or decapitated by divine weapons.
He dared not imagine what calamity had befallen them. Even after countless years, their fighting spirit lingered on.
Fearing to disturb the restless spirits, Li Xuan bit his finger and inscribed a Buddhist chant in source script to offer them peace. Only after the solemn chanting concluded did he bow and say, “I mean no disturbance to your eternal rest. My presence here is out of desperation. Please forgive my intrusion.”
Gathering courage, Li Xuan pressed onward. Everywhere he looked, he saw piles of bones gleaming like jade, relics of an ancient era. From the luster of their bones, he knew these were the mighty of their age.
Tears welled in Li Xuan’s eyes. They lay silently on the cold ground, as if recounting their tragic past.
“Why have I come here? What place is this?” he kept asking himself, kneeling as if these souls should not rest in such a place.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept past.
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