Chapter 477: I Will Light the Way for You

Everyone quickly left the lord's manor and came to a vast wilderness.

Suddenly, a group of black-clad people appeared from all directions, their weapons flashing with cold light.

"What boldness, daring to intrude on our territory!"

A woman wearing a black veil sneered and said, "Today I'll let you taste the power of our Blood Moon Sect!"

Lu Yuan furrowed his brows, having anticipated this.

"Su Linglong, I will use immortal arts to send you to Xuanhuang Ancient City."

"There you will receive protection."

Su Linglong nodded slightly with regret.

She understood she could only follow Lu Yuan's arrangements for now, hoping to reunite with them someday.

Lu Yuan gazed into Su Linglong's determined eyes, raised his palm, and began chanting.

"Spatial rift!"

In space, ripples began to form, and a huge dark vortex appeared before everyone.

Lu Yuan reached out and pushed Su Linglong into the vortex; she vanished before everyone's eyes. Su Linglong found herself in an abandoned residence in Xuanhuang Ancient City, the surrounding walls covered in vines and moss‑covered stones, revealing the sediment of time.

She carefully walked across the ruined courtyard, stepping on moss‑covered ground, step by step toward the center.

Inside the ancient city, it was as silent as a forgotten graveyard, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Su Linglong felt isolated and helpless, yet she did not give up hope; she sought a way to survive.

Suddenly, an old man wearing white robes, with white long hair, a face full of wrinkles, and eyes as clear as water appeared before Su Linglong.

He was the Frost Snow Hermit, renowned in Xuanhuang Ancient City.

"Who are you?" the old man asked. "How did you end up here?"

Su Linglong steadied her breath and gave a slight bow.

"I am a cultivator sent by Lu Yuan to rescue your people, the Blood Sea Clan."

"Having been accidentally separated, may I stay a moment to discuss cultivation methods and self‑defense?"

Her tone was both respectful and filled with a longing for survival.

The Frost Snow Hermit gazed at her in silence, a deep emotion welling up within him.

He knew that in this desolate ancient city, all tribes had already been brutally annihilated by the Red Lotus Sect and the Blood Moon Sect, leaving the Blood Sea Clan with only two survivors—himself and Su Linglong.

"Very good."

The Frost Snow Hermit smiled and nodded, "I am willing to guide you in cultivation and help you master self‑protection."

"Come, let's go to the training ground."

The Frost Snow Hermit led Su Linglong through the deserted road to a barren spot at the edge of the ancient city.

At this moment the sun had already set, the horizon slowly taking on a dark red hue.

"This is our training ground."

The Frost Snow Hermit pointed to a huge cave entrance ahead, "Enter, and devote your whole self to cultivation."

Su Linglong took a deep breath and stepped into the cave.

Inside the cave it was dim and cold, variously colored ice blocks hung from the ceiling, set against gorgeous, brilliant light.

"I will teach you Ice System Immortal Arts; then you must use your own strength to crush these ice blocks."

The Frost Snow Hermit said calmly, "Only through constant challenge and training can you master this immortal art."

Su Linglong nodded, focusing her gaze on those ice blocks.

She slowly moved her hands, attempting to release the power accumulated within.

Suddenly, a flash of light passed, and Su Linglong's eyes showed delight.

She felt her strength increase, having found a way to survive in this lonely, dangerous ancient city. Lu Yuan and the others moved through the narrow alleys of Xuanhuang Ancient City, faintly sensing the oppressive killing intent of dark forces all around.

They grew wary, and even as strong individuals they felt uneasy.

"There's definitely something wrong here."

Lu Yuan frowned and said, gripping tightly the Heavenly Gang Thunder Fire Sword in his hand, warily scanning the surroundings.

Gu Qingwan slightly furrowed her brows, thinking about how to deal with the dark power.

"We cannot let this dark storm sweep across the whole city; we must quickly find its source and eliminate it."

Su Liyan whipped her long whip, a chill in the air, "We need to quickly find a safe zone to discuss solutions."

"The aura here is fickle and strange; we shouldn't linger."

Just as they were discussing, a sharp, fierce whistling sound came from afar.

Vast black clouds blanketed the sky, flashing with bloody light amidst rolling thunder and lightning.

Lu Yuan's face grew solemn as he said, "I'm afraid we don't have that much time."

"We must hurry to find the source of the dark power and quickly destroy it."

King Qi gripped the Demon‑Breaking Golden Wheel tightly, his eyes flashing with resolute light.

"Exactly, we cannot let this dark power continue to spread!"

"I believe that as long as we work together, we will surely defeat it!"

Gu Qingwan nodded, fighting spirit rising in her heart.

"If we split up here to search, we're more likely to encounter traps."

"It's better to stay together and support each other."

Everyone agreed to act together; they walked forward along the street, exuding a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

Xuanhuang Ancient City is famed for its deep history and mysterious power, yet now it is shrouded by dark forces. In the Arctic Ghost City of the Northern Frozen Land, cultivators vie for the Spirit‑Origin Cold Fruit Tree.

Even on this desolate icy plain, anomalies began to appear.

North Pole Ghost City stands upon the snowy white ice plain, its solemn and majestic castle like an isolated island under the night sky.

A crowd of cultivators gathered beneath the Spirit Element Cold Fruit tree, their greedy and impatient eyes fixed on that wondrous fruit, the most miraculous in the world.

The Spirit Element Cold Fruit can enhance cultivators' immortal power, allowing them to break through their limits and reach a new level.

Snowflakes drifting on the wind softly blanketed the entire North Pole Ghost City, yet they could not conceal the cultivators' burning inner desire.

They vied for these precious fruits by various means: some used immortal arts to suppress opponents, some employed treasures to defend against attacks, and others excelled at traps and schemes.

Among them erupted an outstanding and heart‑pounding battle on the ice plain, black as ink and dripping with blood‑colored stars, where violent energy surges made the whole North Pole Ghost City tremble.

The cultivators harbored ambition, seeking to grasp their own power by contending for these fruits. Lu Yuan's team proceeded along the corridors of North Pole Ghost City, aiming to uncover the secrets hidden within this mysterious castle.

Following the azure harmonious fire burning atop the ruined stone wall, they arrived before a mysterious hall.

Before the hall's gate, amidst the ruins stood a huge and ancient stone tablet bearing the inscription 'Dragon Bone Heaven Seal'.

The fragmentary text exuded a rich immortal aura, as if it had once been a breathtaking place.

Lu Yuan and his companions stared fixedly at the inscription, their hearts surging with curiosity and awe. (End of chapter)