Free Web NovelChapter 380: Chapter 338: Resolve
There are rumors that a cultivator passing through this place saw a Rotting Dragon within the toxic clouds and wicked miasma, its body full of decayed flesh and exposed bones, circling and swallowing moonlight, exuding a terrifying aura that is impossible to approach.
Some also say that once a gap opened, and after everyone entered, a massive corpse, four or five zhang tall, appeared at the ridge entrance, its body densely covered with featureless human heads.
The giant corpse stood there, those faceless heads peering outward, seemingly wanting to step out, then slowly retreated backward. It hesitated like this for several days, just about to take a step outward when, after the tenth day of September passed, the Cloud Miasma immediately closed off.
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In short, the legends about it all speak of the bizarre dangers inside.
So-called living corpses, or hopping corpses, ghost corpses, zombies, or all referred to as Corpse Evil, seldom appear in ordinary times.
Only after a great war, when corpses are strewn everywhere and Death Qi runs rampant, and coincidentally in a place where evil gathers, will there birth shadow souls and living corpses—mostly monsters devoid of memories of the living, coveting the flesh and blood of the living.
Yet, in this Corpse Prison Forbidden Land, so many Corpse Evils gather, which is truly bizarre and terrifying. If not for compelling reasons, who would enter it?
Wang Yu withdrew his gaze from the distant mountain ridges and swept over the cultivators waiting on the ground for the Cloud Miasma to open.
"Senior Brother Yang, you all don’t have to worry about me. I’ll go in alone."
Yang Jiye was shocked: "How is that possible? With your cultivation, going in is certain death! And you’re different from the people below; they can cautiously hide and evade, but you’re going in for Foundation Establishment. You must stay in the treasure land; how can no one guard you?"
Wang Yu smiled and shook his head: "Senior Brother Yang, this is a deadly ground. No matter how many people enter, they all die. The more people, the bigger the target. Don’t implicate yourselves on my account."
Yang Jiye was furious: "What do you mean by implicate! We are fellow disciples, ready to entrust lives without hesitation, even if it’s the mountains of daggers and seas of flames!"
But Wang Yu’s expression was resolute and said sternly: "Senior Brother Yang, our sect is currently facing major foes. You all are key elites, and the Yunshan Sect cannot do without you. If you suffer loss here and lose the great battle afterward, not only would I, but you yourselves would be sinners of the Yunshan Sect!"
Yang Jiye was speechless, his expression anxious as he stomped and shouted: "No, no! We should either go back to ask the Sect Leader for help; he must have a way!"
Wang Yu sighed lightly: "The journey is too far, going back and forth will likely miss the window of opportunity, besides, external enemies are glaring like tigers watching their prey, and the Sect Leader cannot spare himself."
"This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work, are we just to watch you die inside?" Yang Jiye frowned tightly, angrily saying, "Junior Brother Wang, let’s give up! No matter how important the opportunity, it doesn’t compare to a life. We can give up this chance and wait for the next."
Give up?
Currently, giving up seems the safest choice.
However, missing the first opportunity, and not knowing when the next will come, or if there’ll even be a next one, remains uncertain.
Under Yang Jiye’s extremely anxious gaze, Wang Yu still shook his head.
"Senior Brother Yang, I am unwilling."
With this one line, Yang Jiye was left speechless, silently sighing aloud after a long period.
Among the brothers, Wang Yu was closest to him, with brotherly affection. On the path of escape, Wang Yu was always his advisor, supporting each other, how could he not understand Wang Yu?
This Junior Brother Wang, mature and prudent, with meticulous strategies and dealings, usually modest but also with his own persistence and pursuits.
He’s never content to lag behind; whatever he does, he wants to be a significant figure in the sect.
Seeing the sect flourish, with talents gathering, Wang Yu feels genuinely happy but also increasingly pressured.
In the Cultivation Realm, one fundamentally cannot do without cultivation. Now with more Foundation Establishments in the sect and disciples’ cultivation gradually catching up, how can he, an elder, still be stagnant?
Although Lu Qian still regards him highly, if he cannot progress, eventually, he will be phased out.
If he gives up this opportunity, who knows when the next will come, and he’ll likely be surpassed in these few years.
Being washed away by the tide of youth, how can one be reconciled?
Deadly and perilous, a nine-deadly-one-life chance, he must risk his life to try; otherwise, the rest of his life will not be at ease!
"If that’s the case, at least allow me to accompany you—" Yang Jiye finally said.
"No! Senior Brother Yang, you are the right hand of the Sect Leader, the backbone of our Elder Yunshan."
If Yang Jiye were to fall here, not only would the Yunshan Sect lose a combat power, but their power structure would change, and the Elder Yunshan group would lose their leader.
Faced with Wang Yu’s resolute eyes, Yang Jiye stamped his foot, let out a long sigh, and began pulling things out from his storage pouch.
For Wang Yu’s Foundation Establishment, Lu Qian also exerted every effort, providing all kinds of support.
"May the ancestors bless, Junior Brother Wang, you must be careful, you must return safely!"
At this moment, in the contested land between Bichao Mountain and Golden Dawn Peak in Zhongming County of Cangzhou, a fierce battle is raging.
Sharp Sword Light slashed through; the Defensive Light Shield shattered, and with a scream, an enemy’s arm was cut off!
Such fierce Qi Cultivation, such sharp attacks!
Now being close enough, as the divine sense carefully sensed, this youth indeed had Qi Cultivation Perfection, but his attack strength was vaguely comparable to Foundation Establishment!
The others were shocked and angry, all brandishing magical artifacts and talismans, attacking the youth from all directions.
Baitao and his two companions would not sit idly by and joined the battle, triggering immediate chaos.
The youth boldly gave up his Flying Spiritual Artifact and stood on the small group’s Flying Shuttle; thus, with more freedom, the Sword Qi shone even brighter.
In the midst of booming explosions and magical artifact clashes, a flash of Sword Light resulted in another enemy screaming as they were cut in half, blood mist drifting.
With his assistance, victory was certain; the remaining two frightened remnants screamed in terror and turned to flee.
The group pursued a few steps forward when suddenly Jiang Baitao’s face changed, shouting: "Run!"
For now, a few escape lights appeared ahead, approaching menacingly, and those two remnants joyfully shouted, as enemy reinforcements had arrived!
At a glance, there were about a dozen or twenty!
"Damn, why did the enemy come so fast!" Jiang Baitao shouted angrily, "Why is our reinforcements so slow!"
Both sides had summoned with Communication Talismans, but the enemy immediately arrived, while their own reinforcements were yet to be seen.
"Junior Martial Uncle, these people came here specifically to capture you, how could they not be fast!" Li Da was almost in tears, vowing never to get involved with Jiang Baitao again, "They know you’re here!"
A thought simultaneously flashed in their minds.
The mission intel was leaked!
"Quick, quick, quick! Shitou!"
Amidst hasty urging, Wang Ruoyu pressed a handful of Spirit Stones onto the Flying Shuttle’s controlling array.
They acted quickly and, with this high-grade Flying Shuttle and abundant Spirit Stones, gradually distanced themselves from the enemy.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Li Da turned to the youth and saluted.
"Who exactly is the esteemed Daoist friend?"
The youth leveled his longsword: "Just a Loose Cultivator, Xiao Tianci."
