PNB Chapter 643 - 277: Mother’s Keepsake, Elder Qingdeng, Counterkill
Chapter 643 - 277: Mother’s Keepsake, Elder Qingdeng, Counterkill
[4: The cultivators from the Five Great Families who entered have already begun to contact each other and form teams.]
[5: ...]
...
Fu Changsheng’s gaze fixed on the second piece of information.
His eyes slightly narrowed:
"Hmph, they arrived just in time."
He promptly put the Cyan-faced White Fox into the Cloud Ring Purple Immortal Tower, waved his sleeve, and the Human Emperor Banner appeared in his hand, with gusts of yin wind swirling from it. In the next instant, Autumn Cicada flashed out.
Autumn Cicada glanced around.
Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, she spoke with a hint of excitement:
"Master, have we entered the Yinluo Secret Realm?"
"Yes, Autumn Cicada, send the three Shadow Ghost Fiends to scout the southwest direction."
In the secret realm.
Due to the No-Fly Restriction.
Flying was impossible.
The Shadow Ghost Fiends, with their extraordinary escape speed and ability to hide, were undoubtedly the best choice for scouting.
Autumn Cicada responded, casting a technique into the Human Emperor Banner, and immediately three Shadow Ghost Fiends emerged, disappearing in a flash after receiving the instruction.
For this entry into the secret realm.
Fu Changsheng brought along the three Shadow Ghost Fiends and seven Tier Two Ghost Soldiers, leaving the remaining three Tier Two Ghost Soldiers and the Shadow Ghost Fiends, which hadn’t yet been refined, in Broken Dragon Valley.
Fu Changsheng kept moving without pause.
Heading straight for the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts.
About half an hour later.
The surrounding environment suddenly became cold, with Yin Attribute spirit plants everywhere, and the intermittent singing of ghostly women faintly echoing through the forest.
"Master, after passing through this Yin Leaf Forest, we’ll reach the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Autumn Cicada let out a muffled groan, her brow furrowed in pain.
"Autumn Cicada, what’s wrong?"
Fu Changsheng’s heart tightened, since he had never seen Autumn Cicada behave like this since he subdued her.
Autumn Cicada’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with terror as she looked ahead:
"Master, there seems to be something in that lake calling to me, but I have a feeling that call is deadly for me."
And that was why Autumn Cicada was so terrified.
Hearing this, Fu Changsheng immediately said:
"In that case, return to the Human Emperor Banner first."
"Yes, Master."
Autumn Cicada seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and with a flicker, she entered the Human Emperor Banner.
Even so.
Fu Changsheng could still feel Autumn Cicada and the ghostly beings inside the banner trembling with fear: "Autumn Cicada, what about the three Shadow Ghost Fiends?"
"Master, after the three Shadow Ghost Fiends passed through the Yin Leaf Forest, I lost control over them, and now I can’t sense their presence. Perhaps... perhaps they’ve been eliminated."
Eliminated?
By whom?
Is it Yun Tiannan? Is it the monster in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts?
Fu Changsheng vaguely remembered the intelligence mentioning that this lake was formed from just one tear of a High-Tier Ghost King, yet it wielded such power with merely a single tear.
How powerful must this Ghost King’s true power be!
Fu Changsheng was now on full alert.
While the Human Emperor Banner was precious,
compared to his own life, it was worthless.
He performed the Invisibility Technique.
The moment he stepped into the forest, the once calm woods suddenly roiled with a hum, and dense fog surged up from the depths of the ground, billowing towards him.
Fu Changsheng quickly tapped the Three-Transformation Cyan Lotus.
The Three-Transformation Cyan Lotus spun rapidly.
A lotus leaf fell, unfurling to shield Fu Changsheng.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fog pounded against the lotus leaf.
Yet all of it was blocked.
Buzz!!
However.
More fog emerged from the depths, forming tornadoes that burst out of the ground, then coalesced into giant hammers, swiftly whirling towards him.
Fu Changsheng’s pupils contracted:
"What in the world is hidden beneath?"
Without daring to linger, he performed the ’[Smoke Mist Illusion]’ Spirit Technique, his figure flickering away from the spot. Bang, bang, bang, the fog-formed hammers pursued Fu Changsheng at great speed, but his movements were as elusive as a phantom, each hammer missing him completely, failing to capture his silhouette.
A dozen breaths later.
Fu Changsheng’s figure vanished in the woods.
Buzz!
The fog-formed hammers immediately disappeared, sinking back into the ground, and the forest returned to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.
...
Meanwhile.
At the forest’s entrance.
Xu Changyun slowly emerged.
She watched Fu Changsheng’s distant figure in bewilderment:
"Wasn’t the eldest son’s Lifebound Spiritual Artifact supposed to be a flute? When did it become the Three-Transformation Treasure Lotus Lamp?"
Moreover, the Body Technique the eldest son used just now, she had never seen before. Its tier likely exceeded the range of magic; it should be a Spirit Technique:
"Was the eldest son... possessed?"
Realizing this.
Xu Changyun broke out in a cold sweat.
There were only three Xu Family cultivators who entered, and in such a short time, the eldest son was possessed. This Yinluo Secret Realm was too treacherous.
Buzz!
At this moment.
An urgent buzzing sound came from Xu Changyun’s body.
It was the Communication Jade Talisman at her waist lighting up, and as a technique was cast into it, Xu Changzhi’s voice came through:
"Nineteenth Sister, have you seen the eldest son? Where are you now? I’ll come to join you."
Xu Changyun raised her gaze to scan the Yin Leaf Forest ahead.
As if possessed, she replied:
"I’m at Yin Cliff Valley, I... I haven’t seen the eldest son."
...
After Fu Changsheng emerged from the woods.
What greeted his eyes were rows of graves, each grave marked by a blood-red Ghost Banner fluttering in the wind, with crows with three eyes perched atop each banner.
"Caw, caw, caw"
The moment Fu Changsheng appeared.
All the three-eyed crows simultaneously turned their heads, staring unblinkingly at Fu Changsheng.
That gaze.
Was like the stare of Death.
After a couple of eerie cries, the crows flickered with black light and vanished into thin air.