Chapter 293

The place that the servant of the Proclamation had died to destroy, at this moment, the Lost Emerald sword completed its unfinished mission. Under the full injection of Qi, the sword tip penetrated more than a foot into the stone wall, cutting off the deep blue origin with one sword, and cracks formed radioactive spider webs around it.

The light of the entire stone wall suddenly dimmed, the huge fire symbol seemed to have lost its fuel, and some support from the depths was interrupted.

A huge rumble suddenly sounded in the underground chamber. In this thunderous sound, all other sounds were masked.

Li Piaoqing lunged, reached out to press a dagger that had fallen to the ground, supported herself on the ground with her other hand, and a cold light was thrown out with all her might!

After completing this action, her body, which had not yet recovered, was almost drained of her last bit of heart strength, and the girl's arm softened and fell to the ground.

But Yi Chengxin seemed to have eyes behind her back. She turned her head violently, and the cold blade had already broken through the air.

An ordinary person without cultivation should not have been able to dodge the flowing light thrown by a Fifth Life practitioner from behind, but in this instant, Yi Chengxin's movements suddenly became agile and fast, and the world became clear without needing reaction in her eyes.

Li Piaoqing froze suddenly, and met the gaze of the girl looking back. A world seemed to be constructed separately between the two.

A clearer, slower, and more understandable world.

【Quail Head】

What she wanted to bring into the realm of the Purple Bamboo without being allowed by the servants of the Proclamation was 【Quail Head】!

In the field of vision, the body that had been on the opera stage for a long time had already tilted and fallen backward. The cold blade brushed past her chest. The girl avoided the thrown dagger with a soft backflip. When she landed, she supported herself on the ground and stood before the gate.

Li Piaoqing knew at this moment what result her sword had caused.

This solemn gate had a stone-cast door matching it. The weak residual light on the fire symbol faded bit by bit, and the stone gate, weighing more than ten thousand catties, had already revealed a huge section.

Yi Chengxin looked at the path the two of them had come. After that loud noise, no other sound was heard. She didn't stay any longer, abandoned this Emerald Feather sect leader who was half-paralyzed on the ground, and walked straight into this gate that was about to close.

Her figure disappeared into the ethereal fluorescence.

Li Piaoqing tried hard to support her figure. She hadn't suffered any injuries, but at the moment the heart candle was about to vanish, her mind had almost stripped away from her body. Now that she had recovered, her body seemed to be rejecting her control.

The girl had never had such an experience. Her trembling arms supported her twice on the ground, and then softened again. She bit her teeth and looked at the huge stone door that had fallen halfway, bent her arms to support some of her body, and finally reached the edge of the sacrificial altar.

She stared at the dragon-breaking stone that was slowly descending like a life-and-death barrier, and stumbled toward it step by step, leaning on the sacrificial altar. The ethereal will inside had become heavier, pressing on her heart bit by bit.

Before it closed the last gap, the girl's legs finally recovered a bit of strength. She jumped, like a green snake sticking to the ground, and fell into the fluorescence.

Behind her, the stone gate representing complete obstruction embedded itself heavily into the ground.

Li Piaoqing leaned against the wall and stood up bit by bit. What she saw unfolded in the faint light.

Solemn, ancient, mysterious, as if it had never been disturbed.

A long passage in front, about eight or nine zhang away, fluorescence was shining from the end. This passage was very wide, and the stone walls reaching the dome on both sides were carved with large pieces of ancient paintings, which could not be seen in their entirety in the darkness.

Li Piaoqing leaned against the wall and moved bit by bit. The entire passage was lonely and silent, with only the girl's dragging footsteps. The closer she got, the brighter the fluorescence became. She walked a short road for dozens of breaths. Finally, the girl stopped her steps and reached the end.

This passage was already tall and wide enough, but Li Piaoqing still had a sense of sudden openness.

The soft light illuminated everything. Since Li Piaoqing came to this ancient house, her field of vision had never welcomed such thorough brightness; a huge circular dome covered this place. This was not any form Li Piaoqing had seen. Even the ancient halls left by the three hundred years on Yi Lan Mountain were not like this.

Simple, smooth, that was the shape passed down from ancient times.

On the surrounding walls, palm-sized characters were densely carved, from top to bottom, from beginning to end, surrounding the entire circular hall. Li Piaoqing felt as if she had entered a huge prayer wheel.

Between the beginning and the end of this scripture, three large vertical characters were sandwiched.

Transmitting Chuan Xin Zhu.

Further down, in the surrounding walls, ten cage-niche tombs were carved at balanced intervals, with the masters' names and images enshrined within. Before each cage-niche, a jade-like mirror was embedded. The material was hazy and light. Li Piaoqing recognized it at a glance.

Heart Amber.

Li Piaoqing breathed slowly. She knew what place she had come to.

The ancestral land of the Pupil Vein Dragon Descendants.

And on the huge, smooth ground of this circular hall, gelatinous substances outlined a huge, complex, and strange pattern. The material seemed like melted jade, and the fluorescence of the whole room came from this—like white fireflies, they separated and rose from the ground array, floating upward slowly, getting higher and denser.

Li Piaoqing only took one look, and felt as if she was about to be sucked into it.

But she still didn't move her gaze, her eyes staring at the center of the array.

Surrounded by layers of fluorescence, the girl who had entered before her was sitting there cross-legged, her pair of cold eyes already locked onto her: "You are truly... ignorant of life and death."

Li Piaoqing loosened her hand from the wall, swayed twice and stood straight, and pursed a smile at her.

The gray-white world descended in an instant, the girl's smile immediately stiffened on her face, and amidst the scattered eyes, her complexion turned another shade paler.

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Residual stars dotted the sky.

Seeing Pei Ye beat the horse fast and urgently.

Just like his heart, which was thumping like a drum at this time.

Important people were facing danger alone in places he couldn't reach—after coming out of Fenghuai, the young man was always panicked and irritable about such things.

Li Piaoqing, who went to the lakeside alone, and Zhang Junxue, who had to fight a life-and-death battle with Shang Huaitong, had both made him lose control of his emotions. Even when he first met Yang Yan, just because he had some good feelings, he tried hard to persuade him to put down extreme methods and seek the help of the imperial court.

Without the black cat's calmness, he might have already done several wrong things.

And now it was such a scene again.

He had already put the black cat by the girl's side in advance, but he still lost contact. The girl was now deep in the secret realm of the Candle World alone with a single sword, Yi Chengxin, Yi Nandai, Yi Duanzhi, and that Proclamation Son of God.

Seeing Pei Ye almost didn't dare to think about what kind of scene he would see when he arrived.

He tried hard to suppress his mood, his face tight, his pursed lips pressed pale, his whole person suspended on the horse's back, the man and horse rising and falling vigorously, like a dragon galloping on the wilderness.

When that distant mountain shadow appeared in his field of vision, Seeing Pei Ye already felt his hand holding the reins was a bit cold. He urged the horse again, and the panic in his heart had reached its peak.

Just at this moment, under the mountain shadow ahead, a straight, silent figure walked out.

(End of chapter)