“And Su Qingyuan”
His gaze returned to that aloof and ethereal figure, his evil thoughts and malevolent aura intertwining and growing ever stronger.
“The more you protect this piece of trash, the more I’ll destroy all your peace and security later.”
Today I will not only strip you of your pride and shatter your arrogance, but I will also make you watch as the people you protect die a gruesome death before your very eyes.
As the chilling words fell, Ku Gu Jin waved his sleeve and ordered in a deep voice, “Keep up! Stay close to the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace team the whole way. Don’t get separated. Don’t make any rash moves. Wait for the right opportunity!”
“yes!”
The elite members of the Bone Sect responded in unison, their black robes fluttering and exuding an aura of death. Like a swarm of leeches, they clung to the side and rear of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace team, maintaining an excellent distance that allowed them to both ambush and conceal themselves.
The two groups of people, one in front and one behind, slowly made their way into the depths of the Dao Ruins.
The deeper one ventures, the more pronounced the eeriness and danger of the Dao Ruins become.
The once relatively stable Chaotic Rock Ground completely disappeared, replaced by shattered divine rocks floating in the air. These rocks varied in size and were scattered haphazardly. Each rock was slowly rotating and floating, occasionally colliding with each other and exploding into tiny sparks of primordial energy.
There was no solid ground beneath one’s feet, no boundaries around one’s eyes; all that met the eye were swirling clouds and mist, chaotic Dao patterns, and distorted space.
Above the sky, the five-colored primordial glow gradually dimmed, replaced by thick, dark, chaotic clouds.
Within the clouds, countless tiny lightning bolts moved silently. These were not ordinary lightning tribulations, but rather the divine punishment of the Dao Ruins’ origin, a punishment that would instantly kill once it locked onto a target.
The wind howled shrilly in my ears, like the howling and wailing of countless wronged souls, chilling my soul and shaking my very foundation.
The primal aura in the air grew increasingly dense, yet also increasingly violent. Inhaling it carried a chilling killing intent, and those with unstable cultivation were easily disturbed by this chaotic aura, causing their minds to be disrupted and their spiritual power to explode.
Along the way, one could see fleeing, wounded, and fallen cultivators everywhere.
Some disciples from minor sects accidentally entered a spatial fold and were silently torn apart without even a chance to call for help.
Some rogue cultivators, driven by greed, secretly picked glowing primordial spiritual herbs by the roadside, only to be caught in a hidden Dao pattern killing array. They were instantly swallowed by the array’s light, leaving no trace of their bodies.
The geniuses of various sects fought each other, vying for opportunities, their blood staining the void, their lives hanging in the balance, and their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Deep within the entire Dao Ruins, there are no rules, no morality, no sentiment; only the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and life and death are left to fate.
Along the way, the deaths and injuries were endless, and the cries of agony were constant. The tragic scenes were everywhere, which made the awe in the hearts of the Wanfa Heavenly Palace disciples grow stronger, and no one dared to slack off in the slightest.
Chen Ping remained firmly close to Su Qingyuan, just half a step away, neither too far nor too close, his position extremely cunning.
He remained timid and cautious, taking each step with utmost care. Every now and then, he would feign panic, glancing around and muttering to himself, looking exactly like a young cultivator who was seeing a grand scene for the first time and was completely terrified.
“My God this place is terrifying, there are dead people everywhere”
“That black rift was terrifying; it almost sucked someone in”
“Luckily, the fairy sister is protecting me, otherwise, with my small body, I would die ten times out of ten if I came in here”
He mumbled incoherently, his tone ridiculously timid, every sentence praising Su Qingyuan and highlighting his own weakness.
As they were speaking, the airspace ahead suddenly trembled violently. The originally calm chaotic mist abruptly churned and gathered, and layers of gray mist rapidly compressed and condensed, transforming into dozens of mist demon phantoms that were ten feet tall.
These phantoms are blurry and distorted, lacking any physical form, and are surrounded by chaotic primordial evil energy and spatial fragmentation.
Its eyes were pitch-black cavities, and it emitted a hoarse, piercing roar. As soon as it took shape, it frantically pounced on the cultivators along the way!
“It’s the Dao Ruins Mist! The second layer of killing intent is coming!”
The elder in the green robe narrowed his eyes and shouted in a deep voice, “This evil spirit is formed from disordered Daoist energy. It is not afraid of ordinary physical attacks and can devour spiritual power and disrupt the soul. Everyone, quickly form an array to defend against the enemy!”
Countless ancient texts have recorded that the second layer of danger in the Dao Ruins is the Mist Encirclement of the City.
Unlike the indiscriminate crushing of the Sky-Shattering Blade, the Mist Fiend is sentient and has its own tendencies. It prioritizes targeting cultivators with stronger spiritual energy fluctuations and fuller spiritual souls, specifically targeting sect prodigies and high-level cultivators for slaughter, while paying very little attention to weak rogue cultivators.