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"Who is playing tricks in there? Come out!" Chen Moxuan shouted, his voice echoing through the cave, but received no response.
He turned to his master.
Shao Lanyin shook her head and said, "Be careful. My spiritual sense can only extend a meter inside. There’s either some kind of treasure here, or—"
Chen Moxuan's heart sank instantly; clearly, there might be a presence here with the same strength as his master!
The two of them, along with a tiger, cautiously continued deeper into the cave.
As they ventured further, an indescribable stench began to permeate the air, reminiscent of rotting corpses but even more pungent, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
"I feel like I've smelled this odor before," Shao Lanyin frowned and said, her voice sounding somewhat muffled amidst the foul smell.
"It must be the smell of dead bodies," Chen Moxuan replied.
"This odor is far worse than ordinary corpse stench," he said, covering his nose in an attempt to lessen the nauseating effect of the smell on him.
"No, this scent is different from regular corpse odors," Shao Lanyin shook her head. "I must have smelled it somewhere before; it feels familiar."
They pressed on, and the ground beneath their feet began to feel slippery, as if some liquid was flowing beneath them.
When they reached deeper into the cave, the sight before them made them gasp in horror.
The ground was covered with black substances that resembled flesh paste. These substances shimmered with an eerie glow in the dim light of the fire and, more terrifyingly, they were writhing and twisting as if they were alive.
"Blood Emperor! Damn it!" Chen Moxuan cursed under his breath.
He suddenly pulled out a gourd from his Na Ring and then stepped forward without hesitation, shouting, "If you have the guts, come out! Let's see who dies in this cave today!"
The cave remained silent and empty; no one responded.
Shao Lanyin also furrowed her brows tightly. Her gaze lingered on the writhing flesh paste for a moment before she suddenly looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
Looking up, they saw a vast space that seemed to have hollowed out the entire mountain.
An opening like a Tian Yan appeared at the mountain's peak, allowing glimpses of the outside sky and sparse stars into this deep cave.
Within that expansive space, crimson spells writhed like living creatures, intertwining to form a complex array.
In the center of that array stood a figure firmly restrained; his eyes were gouged out, his face smeared with blood, clothes tattered, yet he still exuded an indomitable spirit.
Could this person be the one whose voice we heard earlier? Chen Moxuan speculated inwardly while casting an inquiring glance at Shao Lanyin beside him.
Shao Lanyin did not respond, only furrowing his brow, his expression grave. At that moment, the soul of Jing Zong Jiao and Jing Yun, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly floated out, exclaiming in surprise.
"My brother! You, how did you end up here?"
Chen Moxuan asked, "He is your brother?"
Jing Yun quickly replied, "That's right. My brother's name is Jing Shan. Before I was hunted down, he had already left the sect. At that time, I thought he was going to Wanxian Sect to participate in the Decennial Tournament, but I never expected he would end up trapped here!"
Although Jing Yun was in a spiritual form, sorrow was evident on his face. He slowly floated to the side of the formation, reaching out as if to touch it but unable to make contact. His fingers traced a void in the air, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness.
"Was it you who spoke just now?" Chen Moxuan raised his voice, trying to penetrate the strange formation's restraints and calling out to the figure trapped within.
Jing Shan's head slowly turned towards them. Despite his eyes being blind, the movement seemed to convey some form of awareness. "You must leave quickly; if you don't go now, it may be too late."
His voice was hoarse and weak but carried a sense of urgency.
Jing Yun hurriedly asked, "Why are you here? How did Jing Zong end up in such a predicament?"
Jing Shan's face twisted as if struggling with memories. Then he spoke slowly, his voice low and filled with anguish. "I went to keep an appointment; I was supposed to participate in the competition at Wanxian Sect. But on the way, I encountered the Asura Clan."
At first, I thought they were just minor characters escaping from the abyssal cracks," he continued regretfully. "Among them was one powerful individual surrounded by a Blood Sea that blotted out the sun. Within that Blood Sea, even my Divine Ability was greatly diminished."
"What’s worse," Jing Shan's voice trembled, "those Asura Clan members seemed to possess immortality. I shattered their bodies, yet they were reborn in the Blood Sea. I fought with all my might but found myself unable to escape; ultimately, I was captured when I could fight no longer."
"Before I lost consciousness, an Evil Cultivator appeared before me—a figure with no skin, only a grotesque mass of flesh—and then I found myself here."
Hearing this, Jing Yun was filled with anguish; clearly, the Asura Clan's strongman was the one he had encountered earlier.
"I never expected my Jing Zong would fall into the hands of the Asura Clan!"
"No," Jing Shan shook his head. "The Asura Clan does not possess such great power; it is that Evil Cultivator! After I was trapped here, he came looking for me several times."
It seems that it is because of my Azure Cloud Seal that I am protected from the erosion of that Evil Cultivator. He has been telling me that as long as I am defeated under the Blood Emperor, I can achieve immortality, and the sea of knowledge can help me break through to the Eternal Life Realm right now!
Chen Moxuan said, "We must rescue him; he knows quite a bit." Just as they were preparing to discuss further, a low, rumbling Roar suddenly echoed from deep within the cave, as if some colossal creature was awakening.
The ground began to writhe more violently, and the stench in the air grew increasingly overwhelming, almost suffocating. There was no time left. Shao Lanyin frowned; her spiritual sense once again reached into the depths of the cave, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea—she found nothing.
Something down below has awakened. Do you remember when we fought against the Blood Emperor? He summoned that Puppet, right?
"Blood Puppet?" Chen Moxuan asked.
Shao Lanyin nodded. "I suspect it might be..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the ground shook violently. After the tremors subsided, it seemed as if the earth could no longer withstand some terrifying force; it suddenly cracked open with a roar that sounded like thunder, deafening in its intensity.
Then, a colossal figure slowly emerged from beneath the ground. Its silhouette elongated in the dim light, casting a shadow that sent chills down their spines. The enormous creature towered a thousand feet high, resembling a moving pillar of heaven.
Shao Lanyin's pupils constricted as she said, "It seems we no longer need to search for those traces."
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