Chapter 308: Untitled Draft

Shen Qing flew into Penglai Island, casually removed the bronze pillars, closed the gate; Shen Qing certainly did not want to be disturbed while breaking through.

Shen Qing raised head and looked at the towering Penglai Island; treasure trees and treasure medicines covered the mountains and fields, the treasure medicines were numerous, and moreover on the mountainside there was a giant treasure tree bearing several treasure fruits resembling porcelain dolls—those were Shen Qing's target, the Saint Yuan Fruit.

The Penglai Ancestor itself is strong, not to mention; moreover, the Kirin said the Penglai Ancestor's geomancy technique ranks among the top three throughout history—this statement is still quite credible, for the Kirin is literally a heaven-earth nurtured embodiment of qi fortune, and even he himself may not remember his age.

The Penglai Ancestor also set up a geomancy grand formation on Penglai Island that gathers qi; the qi-gathering effect of this formation is even better than that of the Shen Clan.

However, compared to these, Shen Qing now wants to know one thing more.

The Penglai Ancestor is strong, his geomancy technique is formidable—then how exactly did he go mad?

Qi deviation? Or some other cause?

Shen Qing lifted a foot and stepped forward; beside Shen Qing was a dilapidated mountain gate carved with the characters "Penglai", and judging by its decay, it really has been unattended for thousands of years.

Suddenly, Shen Qing stopped, looking toward a treasure tree at Shen Qing's side; the treasure tree bore clusters of milky-white, crystal-clear treasure fruits.

Shen Qing reached out and plucked one, not because the treasure fruit's effect is that good.

It is simply because the treasure fruit tastes too good.

"So that's how it is."

Shen Qing gave a light chuckle, muttering to oneself.

Shen Qing detected a faint destructive power on this treasure fruit.

Then many things suddenly had a clue.

Why, in the outside world, Penglai Island has had no news for three thousand years; if this fruit contains destructive power, then those who mistakenly enter here would not know, and those who eat the treasure fruit would likely go mad directly.

But there is still something Shen Qing cannot figure out: whether the Penglai Ancestor's madness is related to this destructive power.

This destructive power is the supreme force of the evil fiends' Heavenly Dao; if the Penglai Ancestor's madness is related to it, does that not indicate that as early as three thousand years ago this world already had a connection with the evil fiends' world?

But the war between Martial Emperor and others and the evil fiends only broke out after a thousand years; what about the two thousand years in between?

Shen Qing opened mouth and bit into a treasure fruit; the sweet flavor was entwined with a hint of destructive power, giving it a unique taste.

And in a certain dark corner, two pairs of scarlet pupils opened; they were speaking the language of the evil fiends.

"He has already eaten the fruit; should we strike now?"

"No rush; I feel this person is not ordinary—let him eat a bit more fruit."

But in the midst of speaking, an evil fiend froze: "Wait, the person is gone."

All that could be seen was that the place where Shen Qing had just stood had vanished; the evil fiend looked left and right, but could find no trace of Shen Qing.

He turned his head to look at another evil fiend; that fiend's terrifying and hideous pupils instantly dilated, and all that could be seen was that the other evil fiend's head had disappeared, with dark red, foul-smelling blood flowing from its neck.

The next moment.

Sizzle

He only felt his head spin wildly; he saw his own headless corpse, also saw Shen Qing with a calm expression, and in his hand he still held another evil fiend's head—his expression was exactly that of someone who had killed two evil fiends, even more like someone who had kicked to death two stray dogs by the road.

But when did he get behind me?

The next moment, the evil fiend's consciousness fell into darkness.

Shen Qing casually tossed the evil fiend's head aside.

First wait for those who enter to eat the fruit bearing destructive power, fall into fall into consciousness confusion, then strike.

No wonder that for so many years, the outside world has had no news of Penglai Island.

However, sorry to say, destructive power? To Shen Qing it's merely a supplement.

Suddenly, a loud, clear female voice rang out beside Shen Qing's ear.

"Come here quickly! Quick! While they're still not awake! Quick!"

This voice conveyed urgency and weakness; Shen Qing raised head to look toward a direction of Penglai Island, namely the direction of the Saint Yuan Fruit tree.

Shen Qing narrowed eyes.

Any survivors?

But after three thousand years, even earthly immortals would grow old and die.

However, Shen Qing really wants to go see what's going on.

Shen Qing took out the divine talismans given by Martial Emperor and the Old Ancestor; these two talismans store the personal power of the two individuals; Shen Qing estimated that the talismans' power exceeds the damage of a full-force strike from the ninth layer of the Martial Saint Realm, and should have reached the Earthly Immortal Realm.

If there is the slightest movement from the opponent, Shen Qing does not mind unleashing a Heaven‑Earth Great Unity strike.

Shen Qing continued toward the depths of Penglai Island, all the way killing toward the Saint Yuan Fruit tree; however, the closer Shen Qing got to the depths of Penglai Island, the more numerous the evil fiends became, and their realms grew higher.

No one knows how long these evil fiends have existed here; in this land soaked with destructive power, their strength surpasses that of the outside world's evil fiends, and even exceeds that of those from Lan Kingdom.

Suddenly, over a hundred evil fiends surged forth, madly charging from all directions toward Shen Qing.

Since the showdown has begun, Shen Qing no longer pretends.

A flick of the finger is a blade beam, raising the hand is a Heavenly Dragon Finger; with full firepower, Shen Qing slaughters evil fiends as easily as grinding ants.

Although the evil fiends are many, they cannot in the slightest impede Shen Qing's advance; the distance to the Saint Yuan Fruit tree keeps getting closer.

These evil fiends seem unwilling to let anyone reach the Saint Yuan Fruit tree; but the more they do so, the more excited Shen Qing becomes, which indicates that there must be something extraordinary there.

With a single left kick, Shen Qing sent an evil fiend flying apart into pieces, and his whole body thus formally arrived beneath the Saint Yuan Fruit tree.

Left hand waving blade beams, continuously slaughtering approaching evil fiends; right hand plucking the Saint Yuan Fruits from the tree.

During this, Shen Qing also shouted twice: "Hey."

"The one who just spoke, can you still say a word? I've arrived here—where are you?"

That weak female voice rang out again: "So fast? Have you seen that stone wall on your left hand? I'm back here, you..."

Before the words even finished falling, Shen Qing's slash arrived, shards flying, the mountain wall blasted open, revealing an ancient stone gate.

"Then what? Should I blast this gate open together?"

The female voice behind the gate was somewhat anxious: "Don't! Not allowed!"

"I'll open the gate for you!"

As the words fell, the whole small hill trembled slightly, countless dust fell; it was obvious that this stone gate had not been opened for a long time. After a while, the stone gate opened a gap wide enough for one person to pass through.

Come in quickly, I can't take it anymore.

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow; his Dao fortune sense detected no danger warning, instead a light of opportunity flickered.

Shen Qing stepped forward and entered the stone gate, but in the next instant, with a boom, the stone gate slammed shut again.

In this cave there were several glittering night pearls; although thousands of years had passed, they remained bright.

With the light, Shen Qing also saw the situation clearly.

Here was a phoenix pinned to the wall by a black arrow, its feathers bright red and very beautiful, but it was extremely weak, its face pallid, its plumage drooping helplessly.

Shen Qing looked at her: "Are you the incarnation of this place's fortune? Was it you speaking just now?"

The phoenix weakly nodded, showing a relieved smile: "Yes, I was calling you; finally someone has come, I can't hold on much longer."

Listen to me...

Shen Qing's gaze fell on the black arrow in the phoenix's chest: "If you pull this out, you'll be able to hold on, right?"

The phoenix gave a bitter laugh: "Yes, but the arrow bears the destructive power of an evil spirit; ordinary people cannot... ah... ah!!!"

Only see Shen Qing step forward and seize the black arrow; his right hand erupted with destructive power, beginning to madly devour the destructive power on the arrow. As soon as he entered the gate he felt it—the destructive power on the black arrow was extremely strong.

The phoenix paled in shock: "Who exactly are you? Why do you possess destructive power! Don't touch me!"

Shen Qing opened his left hand, and an even more brilliant karmic power appeared; then he scolded: "Shut up, your constant chatter is driving me crazy."

You recognize destructive power, then you should also recognize this.

Phoenix: "Oh!"