Chapter 1261: Longevity: My Farming-Style Immortal Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1261: Steps Resume!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The crimson-gold light flames "Boom—" instantly covered his entire body.

Wherever the light flames passed, darkness retreated on its own.

The space illuminated by the light flames was no longer bound by any spatial blockade or law barrier.

Xu Zhangqing stepped on the crimson-gold light flames, ignored the Dead Silence Torrent behind him that devoured heaven and earth, and flew straight toward the passage entrance.

On the way there, he had penetrated layer upon layer of space folds.

On the return trip, the crimson-gold light flames ignored all spatial blockades.

His flight speed had nearly doubled.

Although the Dead Silence Torrent surging behind him was fierce, the crimson-gold light flames always spread open the space ahead one step first.

Therefore, the Dead Silence Torrent roared all the way behind his back, but always fell short by that distance.

Not long after, the passage entrance appeared in his field of vision.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing extricated himself from the crimson-gold light flames, flashed his figure from the last space fold, and landed directly in front of the passage entrance.

The sky-covering Dead Silence Torrent behind him could not advance an inch once it reached the passage entrance.

Inside the passage, Hundred Li Hong and Jin Buhuan were waiting patiently.

Hearing the footsteps, both looked over at the same time.

Seeing that it was Xu Zhangqing, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What, do you miss me that much?"

"I thought that peacock had carried you off as food!"

"Indeed I delayed a bit, making you wait so long!"

"Not long, not long, even if we waited longer we could afford to wait!"

"As for the result... forget it, it doesn't matter!"

Originally, Hundred Li Hong had wanted to ask how the result was.

But upon second thought, Xu Zhangqing being able to return alive was already the best result.

As for exactly how it was, it actually no longer mattered.

Xu Zhangqing glanced around, seeing only the three of them, and asked: "Where is Second Senior Sister?"

Hundred Li Hong replied: "Second Senior Sister took Mo Li, Chu Hong, and others to explore deeper first."

"After all, you know the situation here, those footsteps..."

Next, Hundred Li Hong led the way in front, while Jin Buhuan and Xu Zhangqing walked side by side.

The three flew in the space passage for half an hour, finally seeing the figures of the group.

Luo Qinghan walked at the very front, clear cold moonlight illuminating the inside of the passage with distinct contours.

Mo Li followed closely behind, the Shadow Law spreading beneath her feet into a silent dark current.

Chu Hong brought several disciples of Qianji Valley and another group of people, all following behind in succession.

Ling Zhi and Chu Xinran walked hand in hand in the middle of the group, occasionally exchanging a few words in low voices, and sometimes looking up to see if they had reached the exit.

"Back?"

"Looks like the matter is resolved!"

"Glad you could come back."

Soon, Xu Zhangqing and the other two joined the group.

The group continued forward.

In the passage there were neither Night Walkers nor spatial turbulence, nor any erosion by Dead Silence Power; even the whispers everywhere in the Eternal Night Ruins had disappeared.

So safe that many people felt somewhat in a trance, thinking they were dreaming.

The group continued to advance toward the exit.

Suddenly, Xu Zhangqing's brow twitched slightly.

The Candle Dragon Eye instinctively activated.

The Daylight Glimmer in his left eye and the Night Dark Light in his right eye blinked alternately.

Vaguely, it seemed he saw something.

Or rather, something was approaching everyone at this moment.

Thump thump thump~

Footsteps sounded.

Not only Xu Zhangqing heard it, others heard it too.

Several xiuxian zhe with sharp perception frowned slightly, even stopping to look around.

"Whose footsteps?"

"Such heavy footsteps!"

"Aren't we flying?"

Facing this situation, the expressions of Chu Hong and others all changed.

The passage they entered was not the same as this one.

Or rather, there was more than one entrance to the Eternal Night Ruins; at least one entrance existed in many places throughout the Zhutian Wan Jie.

But this one before them seemed different.

"Don't panic."

Luo Qinghan's voice rang out, every word carrying a stabilizing power that suppressed the fear surging through the group: "Keep moving forward, don't look back, and don't use your Divine Sense to probe the source of those footsteps."

"Just because we can hear his footsteps doesn't mean he can touch us."

Even so, she was somewhat nervous in her heart.

In her mind, she uncontrollably recalled those three sighs and three sentences.

"Sigh~"

"Heartless and ignorant, exalted above the heavens, treating all things as straw dogs!"

"Sigh~"

"Seeking longevity, severing cause and effect, discarding the mortal dust like worn-out sandals!"

"Sigh~"

"Life like morning dew, death like autumn leaves, returning to dust, endlessly repeating!"

Actually, everyone felt strong curiosity about the owner of the voice.

It was just that because the end of this passage was the Eternal Night Ruins, it made people resistant.

If it were somewhere else, many people's first reaction would probably be to seek the source.

At this moment, the footsteps underwent a noticeable change.

Before, they were steady and regular, as if repeating the same action.

But now, the rhythm of the footsteps had changed.

They became hurried, became chaotic.

As if something was chasing from behind.

Every time the footsteps rang out, the passage would echo with muffled reverberations.

The echoes spread like ripples, colliding with each other, gradually merging into an uninterrupted roar that made the space passage tremble.

Such a scene caused many people's faces to change drastically.

Xu Zhangqing's heart stirred.

Candle Dragon Power gathered in his eyes, and two lights, one bright and one dark, silently shone in the depths of his pupils.

His gaze penetrated the entire passage, all the way to the deepest part.

This time, he finally saw clearly.

It was a person.

To be precise, it was a man's back.

His figure was not tall, and was even slightly thinner than an ordinary adult man.

A wide Xuan Robe draped over him looked somewhat empty, with ancient star patterns long lost painted on the robe's surface.

He wore his hair loose, gray-white in color, the ends dragging on the ground; with every step, the ends swayed, yet not a speck of dust clung to them.

This person was clearly walking forward, and every step carried an unshakable will.

Yet with every step forward, he retreated a bit backward.

That is to say, this man with only a back was clearly advancing, yet forever retreating.

His figure striving to step forward seemed permanently frozen here, endlessly repeating.

Xu Zhangqing activated the Candle Dragon Eye, wanting to see this person's face clearly.

Just as he touched the side of the other's face, all light around that back was twisted by an invisible force.

As if the dimension in which this man existed, and everything happening in the current timeline, were forcibly isolated by a power beyond time.

"Just who is this man?"

"Speaking of which, this is the third time I've seen him, right?"

"The first time in the Shi Jian Jian Xi, the second time in a dream, the third time is now!"

But this time, Xu Zhangqing saw more.

The back's right hand held something.

Judging by the shape, it should be an oil lamp.

Inside, the breath of Civilization's Fire lingered.

Unfortunately, it had run out of oil and the wick was burnt!