Chapter 1230

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Feng Buhui's words stirred up a thousand waves with a single stone.

Baili Hong lifted the great saber, gripping it in his hand; the White Tiger Sha Gold's radiance on the blade flashed on and off.

Luo Qinghan was expressionless from beginning to end, as if she fundamentally did not care, or perhaps simply did not mind.

As for Mo Li, she spoke very little, and her expression did not change much either, appearing exceptionally quiet.

Lu Wangchuan pondered: "If this blockade is targeting the master of those footsteps, then if we force our way in, will it cause some terrible incident?"

Everyone fell silent for about five breaths.

Luo Qinghan spoke, her voice carrying an unshakable force: "The Qinghua Flowing Radiance Moment — every appearance is random.

The next arrival, who knows, might require waiting ten thousand years.

Therefore, this opportunity must not be missed, and cannot be missed."

Xu Zhangqing stood at her side without the slightest hesitation, nodding in agreement: "Senior Sister is right; moreover, I must enter the Eternal Night Ruins."

After all, the last sliver of opportunity for the Creation Dao is inside.

Once missed, who knows when I'll be able to enter next time.

Unless like last time, I unexpectedly discover it within a time gap.

With Luo Qinghan and Xu Zhangqing having stated their positions, the others' opinions quickly unified.

Baili Hong grinned: "Since we've come all this way, not going in to see who that fellow with his back to us is would be a bit regrettable."

Mo Li nodded slightly, quite agreeing with this.

Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan exchanged a glance; the two could be considered well-coordinated.

Feng Buhui immediately declared: "Like this — the outside is left to me and Daoist Lu.

If no one maintains the space's stability outside, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

Lu Wangchuan held the not-yet-repaired space seal in his palm; silver spatial light spilled from the seal, reflecting a small, blindingly bright silver halo.

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On the third day after the Qinghua Flowing Radiance Moment arrived, the black channel swelled to its limit, no longer continuing to expand, nor continuing to shrink.

It stabilized into a chaotic ring roughly ten li in diameter, suspended motionless in the void.

Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan joined forces, tearing open the spatial folding outside, creating an entrance roughly three zhang high and two zhang wide.

The entrance's edges were reinforced by the two using spatial laws.

The inner side is the Eternal Night Ruins.

The outer side is the Uninhabited Star Domain.

Fortunately, Jin Buhuan rushed back: "Sorry, a matter delayed me a bit."

After everything was ready, Luo Qinghan, Xu Zhangqing, Baili Hong, Mo Li, Jin Buhuan — the five stood before the entrance reinforced by silver light.

Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan, the two guarding the entrance's two sides, one left, one right.

Feng Buhui said seriously: "Daoist Lu and I will guard outside; you all go in with peace of mind.

If the master of those footsteps truly walks out from inside, we will fold space again at the first moment.

Of course, when you need to come out, we will lift the restriction."

Lu Wangchuan nodded slightly: "Good."

Xu Zhangqing was the first to step into the channel.

The "ground" beneath his feet, after bearing his weight, sank slightly by half an inch.

After steadying himself, he looked back; Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan's figures had already been obscured by the Reverse Five Elements laws until only two blurry contours remained.

But the silver light was still there, shining steadily.

The channel's interior was no different from the channel in Xu Zhangqing's memory.

Equally boundless.

Equally no walls on either side.

Equally layer upon layer of light and shadow, replacing all boundaries.

But this time, Xu Zhangqing saw more clearly than back then.

His current cultivation is Void Refinement Middle Stage; under the Return to Origin body protection, those scenes that at Spirit Transformation stage he could only see as blurry contours now revealed more details in his eyes.

The light and shadow on both sides of the channel were no longer static murals.

Rather, at an extremely slow speed, they flowed and alternated.

The pictures' content was bizarre and varied, yet faintly linked by some thread.

For example, Xu Zhangqing saw a group of cultivators wearing daoist robes, lined up in neat formation, walking toward the channel's depths.

The person at the very front of the formation held a jade slip emitting a soft white light.

The jade slip's radiance illuminated the countless humanoid contours kneeling on the ground on both sides of the procession.

Also saw, in another scene several blurry cultivators were besieging a pitch-black giant beast.

The beast's back was bristling with all kinds of magic treasures.

Yet no matter how much damage they inflicted, the beast's body would absorb the magic treasures within a few breaths.

In the scenes ahead, countless humanoid contours ran from the channel's depths outward; their postures were filled with panic.

Someone was moving, turning back to look toward the depths of the passage.

That turning-back motion was frozen forever by light and shadow.

Suddenly, faint voices came from deep within the passage.

The voices were low, as if a large crowd were whispering in the far distance.

Xu Zhangqing took a step forward, and the voices twisted in the instant he stepped.

First, the speech speed grew faster, faster until every word blurred.

Then the pitch rose sharply, rising to a height no ordinary person could produce.

Finally, all the whispers and murmurs, after an extremely brief pause, suddenly exploded into countless mouths emitting piercing screams at once.

Jin Buhuan mused: "This is the Eternal Night Ruins carving what happened into the passage; it is not consciously showing it to us, but these scenes themselves are part of it."

Xu Zhangqing nodded, withdrawing his gaze from the light and shadow on both sides, and looking once more toward the front of the passage whose end could not be seen.

Back then, in the Shi Jian Jian Xi, I stayed alone in the passage for thirteen hundred years.

And now, beside me are Luo Qinghan, Mo Li, Baili Hong, Jin Buhuan, and others.

Five people walked forward at an unhurried pace in the passage for about half an hour; the light and shadow on both sides gradually thinned, and the voices and screams gradually faded after repeating several times.

Replacing them was a faint humming.

The humming's rhythm was very regular, neither aggressive nor warning.

Just then: "Ai~"

A sigh sounded, very abruptly.

"What movement?"

"Someone ahead?"

"This... be careful!"

Xu Zhangqing listened very carefully; it was a man's sigh, the voice carrying a heaviness that could not be released no matter how many ages had passed.

Moreover, this sigh did not come from a fixed direction, but surged from all six directions—front, back, left, right, above, below—of the passage at once.

After the sigh came a sentence; the voice said: "Without emotion or knowledge, high above the heavens, taking all things as straw dogs!"

Baili Hong's footsteps stopped, his brow furrowed, his mouth opened as if to say something, but the words reached his lips and were not spoken.

Jin Buhuan's expression changed slightly, his look thoughtful.

"Ai~"

The second sigh followed closely; this sigh was longer than the first, the man's voice sounding again, with a trace of near-pitying regret in his tone: "Seeking longevity, severing cause and effect, discarding the mortal world like worn-out shoes!"