Chapter 53

"My body, how could it be possessed by your soul?"

A roar echoed deep within Chen Yi He's heart; that black hole reappeared beneath his feet, his legs tightly ensnared, it sought to drag Chen Yi He into the endless abyss!

Suddenly, a white streak flashed! The white sword light that had saved him outside Nanjiang City appeared again! One sword pierced the black hole! Chen Yi He escaped, his mind once again calming.

"My body..." what an unwilling voice! It finally vanished in the depths of the abyss.

Chen Yi He had always felt this voice familiar; this time he understood clearly. It was obviously his own voice.

Chen Yi He sat in meditation for a full hour before slowly opening his eyes; the white light returned to his body. He saw Wu Rong and the Little Palace Master still standing in their original spots, unmoving, and he admired from the bottom of their resolve and self-control. "No wonder they could stay six months in such a strange environment—they must be freaks too!"

Chen Yi He saw their calm, undisturbed demeanor; obviously they had not noticed that white streak.

What exactly is that white streak? It could even escape the notice of someone like the Little Palace Master or Wu Rong! Or does it not exist at all?

The Little Palace Master's question wasn't whether Chen Yi He had any discoveries; instead, it made him feel her unbelievable concern: "How are your injuries?"

"Much better." Chen Yi He said with a smile, he stood up; the pain on his body was far better than before.

"Any discoveries?" Wu Rong asked.

Chen Yi He pointed west: "Over there."

"North?" Who knows, Wu Rong shook his head, "That's a pile of corpses, not even graves. You can't tell who's who." Obviously he and the Little Palace Master had already been there.

"Let's go look and we'll know." Chen Yi He said with a wry smile; his true qi clearly told him there was something familiar there.

The nine-tiered white jade platform on the ground was only a few dozen square meters, yet the subterranean world beneath it was unimaginably vast—Chen Yi He even felt it was as large as the entirety of Nanjiang! But who could lay such a foundation, bearing the weight of all Nanjiang, how could this underground world support it?

The three of them employed lightness skill and headed north. Chen Yi He had always prided himself on his speed, yet he found that no matter how he accelerated, the two behind him always kept the same distance; he could not pull ahead, not even by a centimeter.

Seven or eight hours passed, with no darkness in sight, the ground covered with high and low burial mounds. Yet they still hadn't reached their destination; their lightness skill was clearly faster than the swiftest steed, showing the subterranean world's boundless expanse.

Wu Rong suggested resting here, as compared to other places, the surrounding graves were relatively few.

Although there is both day and night here, proper rest is essential; otherwise everything will fall into chaos.

"Sleep well; we should arrive tomorrow. Good night." Chen Yi He rested his head on the Purple Tempered Sword, palms crossed behind his head; after over seven hours of travel, he felt weary and drifted off to sleep.

Countless hardships, just to enter this gate… Is such a price truly worth it? Why is it that such an obvious conspiracy, generation after generation, goes unnoticed, and why do those who walk out alive never expose it?

……

"Boom boom boom… rumble rumble… rumble rumble…"

Chen Yi He felt an earthquake coming; the ground collapsed downward, rocks continually fell from above, heaven and earth shattered, mountains shook! Countless bones surged out like a flood.

"Is it really an earthquake?" While Chen Yi He was still guessing, Wu Rong and the Little Palace Master had already taken positions at his left and right.

When Chen Yi He saw a head without a body fall at his feet, his sleepy eyes widened instantly! A dead person's head!

No, it was a skeleton after the corpse had fully rotted.

Innumerable dead bones!

Bones covering the sky and earth!

Bones stretching beyond sight!

They surged from all directions. Indeed, it was just like the skeleton legion in a game!

The skull that had just rolled beneath Chen Yi He's foot suddenly opened its mouth and bit his ankle! "I… fuck…?" Chen Yi He nearly passed out from the pain! He chopped down with his sword, his hand numbing with pain! Fortunately the skull split in half; he kicked it, tossing the two halves aside.

Chen Yi He never expected such ancient skeletons to be so hard; according to the notion that bones grow brittle over time and eventually turn to powder, this should not be! How could they be harder than mountain boulders! If not for the Purple Tempered Sword, a regular longsword would surely not be able to cleave them.

Wu Rong's arms glowed red-hot, like steel freshly pulled from a scorching furnace! Wherever he struck, skeletons instantly turned to ash! Moreover, his attacks were swift, almost forming a protective shield in his space; skeletons touching it turned to powder!

"Swish swish swish!" The Little Palace Master's silver needles aimed at the skeletons' skulls; the needles shot, exploding the skulls! Her silver needles, from who knows where, felt inexhaustible!

Yet even when the skeletons' skulls were shattered, they did not halt their advance; at most they fell, then rose again as headless skeletons, relentlessly closing in on Chen Yi He and his companions! So eerie and strange!

Moreover, the skeletons gave an impression of endlessness, continually bursting from the ground with no end in sight, growing exponentially! The ground kept collapsing dramatically, causing Chen Yi He and his companions to gradually lose their balance.

It was obvious the Little Palace Master had never encountered such a scene, for no one could ever stand after being struck by her silver needles!

As it turns out, Wu Rong had mastered the method to deal with the skeleton legion—burn them to ash, making reassembly impossible! Wu Rong reminded his two companions, "Destroy them completely!" After saying that, he punched and incinerated over a dozen skeletons.

He angrily raised both palms, then split the cracked ground, releasing blazing fire from between his arms—"Blazing Fire Burns the Sky!" The flames nearly reached the top; it was practically a firestorm! Countless skeletons were reduced to dust, becoming earth's particles. The once moist land was scorched dry and cracked! This is absolute power!

The Little Palace Master immediately grasped Wu Rong's insight, foregoing silver needles and using true qi instead. "Ahhh!" A great red explosion erupted from beneath her feet as she stomped down! Light spread from her soles across the ground, shining upon every skeleton in every direction!

True qi made manifest! Supreme true qi! This is the strength of the Fourth Heaven! Absolutely the Fourth Heaven!

The skeletons nearest the Little Palace Master were as if struck by lightning, bursting apart instantly! Lightning conducted through the skeleton legion, spreading and continuously bombarding the skeletons! Ruthlessly crushing everything!

The Little Palace Master's true qi was absolutely the strongest Chen Yi He had ever seen!

But strength is finite, while the skeletons are endless!

Chen Yi He readied himself, unwilling to lag behind; in this situation, the Huashan Sword Technique was inferior to using the Mountain River Sword Technique, paired with the Purple Tempered Sword, he unleashed the move "Endless Plain"—white sword qi resonating with the purple blade, the sword like a white snake flicking its tongue, he weaved and shifted, striking east, felling a row west, striking west, clearing several lines!

Yet the skeleton legion has no soul; they know no fear! They are merely walking corpses, machines, only advancing as ordered.

"Damn, killing feels so good!" Chen Yi He didn't know if he'd been driven mad, actually uttering such nonsense…… With another sword strike, the sword qi was unsurpassed, like a huge wave in the sea, smashing the skeletons before him to pieces.