Chapter 139: Unknown Laws

Is it Song Ce?

Lu Fang shook his head slightly; he had heard Song Ce's muttering clearly just now. No wonder his cultivation base had risen so fast—could he also have been possessed?

Earlier, while he was searching everywhere, he suddenly noticed Song Ce wandering aimlessly, and he had been puzzled as to why this man appeared here.

Song Ce's behavior was clearly abnormal, so Lu Fang followed him.

But for some reason, he lost his memory mid-journey; when he came to his senses, he saw Song Ce entering the cave.

Then he followed inside and witnessed what had just happened.

"Entrance to an underground palace?"

Lu Fang cautiously approached the stone door; though it wasn't fully open, he felt a soul-shaking fear. Just as he hesitated to move closer, the Bloodline Bai Yu in his hand grew hot.

This was because he was near Zhao Qingzhu.

After brief consideration, he finally gathered his courage and stepped through the stone door—this place was undoubtedly the entrance the ascetic monk had found.

To see Zhao Qingzhu, he must go in.

The moment he entered, the soul-shaking fear vanished; the surrounding space twisted. He didn't know how long passed, but it felt like he had slept for ages—he suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself standing on a grassland, identical to the scene he had dreamed of Zhao Qingzhu.

The only difference was that he saw no ancient castle as in his dream.

This place resembled a grassland—everywhere he looked was grass, and at a distance stood another figure: Song Ce, who had entered ahead of him.

"Song Ce?"

Lu Fang called out.

Song Ce looked panicked, bowing slightly toward Lu Fang: "Lord Wenguan, where are we?"

As he spoke, he nervously approached Lu Fang.

Lu Fang frowned and shook his head: "I'm not sure. But you truly have great fortune—already reached Sixth Rank, Third Stage so quickly."

"Just luck, nothing remarkable. Lord Wenguan, I know we had misunderstandings before, but in this hellish place, we must unite to escape safely."

Song Ce kept coming closer.

"Fine. We form a temporary alliance." Lu Fang nodded solemnly.

Just as they neared each other, both moved simultaneously.

Lu Fang did not use his powerful transcendent abilities, but instead employed the Six Meridian Sword he had learned in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

The Spirit formed a tiny sword of divine power and stabbed straight at Lu Fang's skull.

Both were prepared—and both easily dodged.

The Spirit stepped back several zhang, eyes cold: "It seems Lord Wenguan doesn't trust me. An alliance is impossible."

Lu Fang snorted: "You were possessed? In the Seventh Rank Small Upper Realm?"

The Spirit raised an eyebrow: "Why say that? I wasn't possessed—if I had been, how could I have done nothing in the Seventh Rank Small Upper Realm while you stole all the glory?"

Lu Fang declared: "The righteous qi sword you just formed carried a familiar aura—I've sensed it before."

He paused. "It felt like… divine power?"

"You did nothing in the Small Upper Realm, yet when you emerged, your fortune was far higher than an ordinary person's. That struck me as odd."

"But now, after hearing your muttering, everything makes sense."

"I don't know what you are, but your possession clearly failed. You didn't come here willingly—you came because Song Ce did."

The Spirit opened his mouth to reply, then froze. Song Ce looked at Lu Fang urgently: "Lord Wenguan, be careful—it's the Spirit! It's taken over my body—"

His voice cut off abruptly.

The Spirit growled angrily: "Shut up, fool! If you hadn't acted on your own, how could we have ended up in this hell?"

Lu Fang chuckled: "So my guess was right—your possession failed. You came in here because Song Ce wanted to enter."

"Song Ce, think carefully—don't give up control of your body. Otherwise, you'll never regain it."

The Spirit scowled: "Lord Wenguan, you still have time to meddle in this? You don't even know your situation."

"Oh?" Lu Fang asked. "What situation?"

He sensed the being possessing Song Ce knew something.

The Spirit glanced around, then said gravely: "I don't know the details, but I can guess. Did you see the execution scenes carved on the stone door?"

"There must be some entity here that takes pleasure in punishment and execution."

"In my memories, such beings are immensely powerful—far beyond what you can imagine. Once inside, we'll be tortured to death. Escape is impossible—we're too weak."

Lu Fang pressed: "Have you encountered this before? Is there any way to escape?"

The Spirit nodded: "My memories are hazy and chaotic—I can't recall specifics. But I do know how to leave. Have you heard of natural laws?"

Lu Fang shook his head, listening intently.

The Spirit smiled bitterly: "The only way to escape this place is similar to breaking natural laws—solve the rules imposed here. But they're usually unsolvable."

Lu Fang said grimly: "How do I know you're telling the truth? Didn't you just try to kill me? Maybe you're lying now."

The Spirit paused, then said: "I have no reason to lie. If you break this place's laws, I escape too. Otherwise, we'll die trapped here."

"Yes, I wanted to kill you just now—but I failed."

"I'm confident I can't kill you, but I'm also confident you can't kill me. Continuing to fight each other isn't wise."

"Unknown laws? Break them, and we leave." Lu Fang believed him somewhat—but he still needed to observe carefully. If truly trapped, trying to find the laws wouldn't hurt.

Just as he was about to ask more,

that soul-shaking fear returned, followed by the sound of dragging chains and trembling earth.

As if something colossal was approaching.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the dark sky.

The moment Lu Fang met those crimson eyes, he faced his inner fear directly—he wasn't afraid of death, yet seeing those eyes, he involuntarily felt terror.

He couldn't move, couldn't even breathe steadily.