Chapter 948

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Beneath the Yin River, it was not dead silence.

In the pitch-black river water hid countless Yin beasts of enormous size and formidable strength.

These Yin beasts dwelled in the Yin River year-round, feeding on Yin Cold Qi; even the weakest were at the Golden Core Stage, and among them were formidable Nascent Soul Stage existences.

If an ordinary cultivator rushed in, they would long since have become food in the mouths of the Yin beasts.

But facing the Black Water Xuan Snake, these Yin beasts appeared utterly vulnerable.

A glint of ferocity flashed in the Black Water Xuan Snake's eyes; its massive body abruptly changed direction, pouncing toward the nearest Yin beast.

That Yin beast was roughly several zhang in size, like a huge pale octopus, its tentacles waving, carrying piercing Yin Cold Qi.

But the Black Water Xuan Snake felt no fear at all; it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of pitch-black venom, which landed on the Yin beast's tentacles and instantly corroded black holes one after another.

Aow!

The Yin beast let out a mournful howl, struggling to flee, but was bitten by the Black Water Xuan Snake; within a few breaths, it swallowed this Nascent Soul Stage Yin beast into its belly.

After swallowing the Yin beast, the Black Water Xuan Snake's body became noticeably thicker by a circle.

It shook its head, a trace of greed flashed in its vertical pupils, then continued weaving through the Yin River; every Yin beast it encountered, regardless of size or strength, it accepted all comers, swallowing them one by one in a frenzy.

Some Yin beasts tried to join forces to resist, but were crushed by the venom spat out by the Black Water Xuan Snake and its massive body, ultimately all becoming nourishment.

Bei Qingtang's expression was calm, her gaze indifferent as she watched everything before her.

The Yin beasts' mournful howls, the corrosion sounds of the venom, the swallowing sounds of the Xuan Snake devouring—it was as if she heard none of it.

Her gaze always fell on the Xuan Tie Token; now she had only one thought in her heart: to reach the Deep Yin River as soon as possible and find the key to unlocking the Xuan River Shackles.

The stronger the Xuan Snake's strength, the greater her confidence.

Along the way, countless Yin beasts perished in the Black Water Xuan Snake's mouth.

The transformed Xuan Snake grew larger and larger.

From the initial ten zhang, it gradually swelled to a hundred zhang.

Its snake scales became increasingly pitch-black and hard, beginning to gleam with a metallic luster.

Wherever it passed, Yin beasts scattered and fled in all directions, not daring to contend with it at all.

The originally extremely dangerous Yin River, because of the existence of the Black Water Xuan Snake, became smooth sailing all the way.

After an unknown amount of time, the Yin beasts in the Yin River water gradually became fewer.

The gray-white mist on the water surface grew increasingly dense, and visibility became lower and lower.

Bei Qingtang slightly furrowed her brow; black radiance surged around her body, dispersing the nearby mist.

At this moment, one person and one snake had already reached the Deep Yin River.

However, completely different from the Deep Yin River where Xu Zhangqing had previously been, where ancient coffins were everywhere, here the number of coffins was very few, with only a few damaged coffins scattered on the riverbed; instead, it was filled with all kinds of stone statues, stone carvings, and bronze statues.

These stone statues were entirely blue-black in color, mostly humanoid.

Over one zhang tall, wearing ancient clothes, with complex spiritual runes engraved on the clothes.

The stone statues' faces were blurred, but one could sense a majesty and solemnity.

The stone carvings had various forms: some were totems, some were water beasts, some were sacrificial scenes.

Every stone carving was lifelike, with details carved extremely exquisitely, as if they would come to life in the next second.

And those bronze statues were larger in body size than the stone statues.

Their entire bodies were covered in greenish-blue copper rust, with traces of time covering the surface.

Some bronze statues were warriors holding long spears.

Their postures were upright, their gazes majestic, with killing intent swirling around their bodies.

Some bronze statues were seated elders.

Their hands placed on their knees, their faces kind, exuding wisdom.

Other bronze statues were huge water beasts.

Baring fangs and brandishing claws, extremely ferocious, as if guarding the Yin River.

The Black Water Xuan Snake stopped its body; a trace of alertness flashed in its vertical pupils, then let out a low roar toward those stone statues and bronze statues, as if sensing the power contained within them.

Bei Qingtang stood up and carefully examined the stone statues and bronze statues around her; a barely perceptible fluctuation rose around her body.

These stone statues, stone carvings, and bronze statues resonated faintly with the Xuan River Spirit Clan Bloodline within her body; judging by appearances, everything here was related to the Xuan River Spirit Clan.

Bei Qingtang, like a wisp of black light smoke, flew toward those bronze statues.

As the distance grew closer, the Xuan River Spirit Clan Bloodline around her body became increasingly restless, and produced a strong resonance with the stone statues and bronze statues.

Those dormant stone statues actually gradually lit up with faint black radiance; the spiritual runes on the clothes flowed, as if living beings that had slept for ten thousand years were awakened by her bloodline.

Wherever Bei Qingtang passed, stone statues and bronze statues were activated one after another.

First, the seated elder bronze statue: radiance surged around its body, the greenish-blue copper rust fell away, revealing the ancient patterns underneath.

As if the elder was gazing at this descendant of the Xuan River Spirit Clan.

Bei Qingtang could clearly feel that the originally thin Xuan River Spirit Clan Bloodline within her body actually began to slowly rise; the pure bloodline power nourished her flesh body and divine soul, and her entire aura was refined somewhat.

After activating the elder bronze statue, Bei Qingtang turned toward the warrior stone statue holding a long spear; a wisp of black bloodline power condensed at her fingertip, and she lightly touched it to the warrior stone statue's brow.

In an instant, radiance surged all over the warrior stone statue's body, and the killing intent grew denser, as if it would draw out its long spear in the next second.

The stone statue's fingers moved slightly, as if with the intent to awaken.

Next, she found the small child stone statues; these stone statues were about half a person tall, with youthful faces, wearing small ancient clothes, and the spiritual runes were even more delicate.

Bei Qingtang's fingertip brushed the top of the child stone statue, injecting bloodline power; the child stone statue instantly glowed with soft spiritual light, surrounded by a pure vitality that formed a stark contrast with the Yin Cold Qi of the Yin River.

Like a faint ray of light, illuminating the dim Yin River.

Finally, Bei Qingtang walked toward the adult stone statues and bronze statues.

These stone statues stood tall and straight, each in a different pose, some holding magic tools, others standing with bowed bodies.

Bei Qingtang released the Xuan River Bloodline within his body, injecting it into every stone statue through his fingertips; as the bloodline power surged in, those adult stone statues and bronze statues were activated one after another, spiritual light intertwining and spiritual runes flashing.

When the last bronze statue was activated, the entire Yin River suddenly trembled.

Rocks shattered one after another, Black Water surging endlessly.

Countless tiny spiritual lights burst forth from the stone statues and bronze statues, gathering into a huge light cluster, hovering in the center of the Yin River.

Immediately after, a low rumbling sound came from the riverbed, as if something that had slept for ten thousand ages was slowly awakening, and a vast power spread from the riverbed.

Bei Qingtang's figure paused slightly, and countless blurred calls resounded in his ears; the voices carried a hint of anticipation, as if the ancestors of the Xuan River Spirit Clan were whispering.

The Black Water Xuan Snake beside him also felt the call, a trace of confusion flashing through its vertical pupils.

One person and one snake followed the sound to the center of the Yin River.

At this moment, the pitch-black water surged out from the riverbed, like a huge black dragon coiling upward, finally wrapping Bei Qingtang and the Black Water Xuan Snake within it.

The rich Xuan River power within the Black Water, carrying pure Yin Cold Qi and vitality, resonated with the Xuan River Spirit Clan bloodline within Bei Qingtang's body!