Free Web NovelChapter 409: Chapter 392: Floating Bridge
"Let’s work together and conserve our strength. Otherwise, we’ll leave empty-handed. I suggest we... deal with the unnecessary people!"
Hua Jianyu said coldly.
"I agree. Anyone without enough strength should use the Teleportation Array to leave at once. Don’t get in the way!"
Chen Zhuhua roared as well. He and Meii Youqing combined their sword techniques, cutting a sorry figure out of the Wandering Souls, but the problem was that the creatures seemed endless, as if they could never be completely killed off.
"He’s my friend. I will protect him!" Ling Fei stated coldly.
"Ling Fei, since when were you friends with this kid? I know you seem cold but have a warm heart, but this isn’t the place to be carelessly kind, is it?" Hua Jianyu said.
Although the three great masters of Starlight were rivals, they had known each other for many years. In Hua Jianyu’s eyes, Ling Fei was not someone who would ignore the bigger picture.
"Here’s what I think, Wang Meng. You should just use the Teleportation Array and leave this place."
’The Sect Leader’s instructions were only to ensure Wang Meng didn’t die. What’s the point of him just tagging along and being useless?’
Mingren smiled faintly. With a flicker of his body, he broke away from the Wandering Souls and appeared before Wang Meng.
"We of the Holy Hall can take care of our own. We don’t need to ride on anyone else’s coattails."
WHOOSH...
The Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue appeared. One side radiated brilliant light, while the other was wreathed in pitch-black Demon Flames. These completely contradictory attributes didn’t feel strange at all; they were perfectly whole.
The Wandering Souls that drew near the Holy Light were instantly vaporized, while the dark side could devour the souls whole.
The immense power of the two Holy Statues instantly annihilated a large swath of Wandering Souls. The remaining ones, awed by their power, surrounded the group but dared not approach for the moment.
Everyone stared at the Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue. It had to be said, this was a power that shouldn’t exist. It was too strong, and its future was unfathomable.
Any Holy Statue or powerful Life Artifact was a bane to the Wandering Souls. But while they felt fear, their low consciousness meant they would still attack recklessly without fear of death. Yet the oppressive might of Mingren’s Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue made them hesitate.
Bu Qingyun and the others couldn’t help but marvel. If it came to a real fight with Mingren, they wouldn’t be afraid; it was clear he had only recently reached Minor Perfection. But when it came to suppressing demons and monsters, their own abilities couldn’t compare to his Holy Statue’s.
"Mingren, Ling Fei, perhaps you really can protect Wang Meng as we advance. The problem is, if you exhaust your power like this, it’s questionable whether we can even make it deep into the Dragon Tomb."
Bu Qingyun was speaking the truth. Mingren and Ling Fei were indeed powerful, but in the treacherous depths of the Dragon Tomb, that power was nothing to be complacent about. They should be conserving their strength for a critical moment, not wasting it on Wang Meng.
Mingren smiled faintly. "I was never on the same path as you all anyway. Wang Meng, let’s go, just the two of us."
"No," Ling Fei said flatly.
Ling Fei did not have a good impression of Mingren. He possessed the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, and no one could ever know what someone with that constitution was truly thinking.
His indifference and his passion could both be a facade.
"I think we should all stop arguing. Let’s get past this trial of the Wandering Souls first," Lin Jinghao said. After a moment of agitation, the Wandering Souls began to close in again.
With the three strongest speaking up, the others couldn’t really say anything.
"Mingren, clear a path! We’re charging through!"
Using the oppressive power of the Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue, the group charged into the swarm of Wandering Souls. This time, no one held back.
Bu Qingyun, Yi Fan, Meii Youqing, and Chen Zhuhua were orthodox Holy Cultivation Disciples. Their Sword Techniques were grand and sweeping, infused with a powerful righteous aura that was highly effective against the Wandering Souls.
Ye Haitian was at a slight disadvantage. This environment was not particularly conducive for a disciple of the Evil Intent Sect.
Hua Jianyu and Ji Rushan also summoned their Life Artifacts. In one concerted effort, the group carved a bloody path through the sea of Wandering Souls.
This direct charge drove the Wandering Souls, which had initially feared the Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue, into a frenzy. They swarmed toward Mingren at the front like moths to a flame.
Magical Artifacts and Holy Statues were most effective against these Wandering Souls. Wang Meng’s Elemental Power was of little use, so he could only follow along.
Ling Fei’s Peacock Ming King Statue was very powerful—an offensive-type Holy Statue—but it was a notch below Mingren’s Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue. It was obvious that Mingren’s statue wasn’t as large as the Peacock Ming King Statue, a result of his own cultivation level. However, the Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue was ability-based, focused on the Holy Light’s annihilation and the Demon Flame’s devouring. As Ling Fei glanced at the perfectly composed Wang Meng, she seemed to realize something.
The devouring of the Demon Flame seemed to provide energy for the slaughter of the Holy Light. In other words, Mingren’s power consumption wasn’t actually that high.
Ling Fei and Lin Jinghao also noticed this and were truly amazed. Mingren appeared gentle, but in reality, his gentleness was a sign that he didn’t take anyone here seriously—with the possible exception of Wang Meng.
Everyone present was a top-tier master. Upon realizing this possibility, they all wore expressions of amazement and envy. No wonder it was considered one of the Ten Great Holy Statues; it was truly astonishing.
’But why would someone like that care about a nobody like Wang Meng?’
It didn’t matter if they were from the same Sect. With such a huge difference in strength and status, even being his father would be useless. Everyone here was a Cultivator, a powerhouse whose ultimate goal was ascension. All other mundane, unnecessary feelings could be casually discarded.
The group finally broke through the Wandering Souls’ blockade. The others had all killed a fair number, but Mingren had still contributed the most.
After passing through the boundless fog, they found themselves before an abyss several hundred meters deep. Spanning the chasm was a floating bridge—or rather, a series of large, suspended stones.
"Let’s just fly across!" Ji Rushan yelled, already impatient to uncover the truth of the Dragon Tomb.
Wang Meng held up a hand, picked up a rock, and tossed it out over the edge. Instantly, a streak of white light shot out from the depths of the abyss, shattering the rock in mid-air.
"What was that?"
Ling Fei stared quietly into the abyss. Her Peacock Ming King Statue possessed an ability: the power of truth.
"That white light was likely some kind of Exotic Beast. It seems we can only take the floating bridge."
"It’s just a floating bridge. What’s there to be afraid of? Everyone here is a top-tier master. You’re telling me we’re scared of a bridge?!"
With that, Ji Rushan charged out. As a Body Cultivator, he wasn’t concerned about that kind of Exotic Beast.
Ji Rushan easily leaped onto the first floating stone. But before his foot even landed, the stone instantly transformed into a dense swarm of small, white Exotic Beasts. One of them immediately pierced through his arm.
Ji Rushan was horrified. His body had been tempered through countless trials, yet it had been pierced as if it were made of tofu.
He summoned his Life Artifact. A bronze bell shook violently, momentarily blocking the Exotic Beasts. They immediately began ramming into the bell with frenzied intensity, creating a chaotic series of booms in the air. Ji Rushan’s expression turned grim; he hadn’t expected these tiny things to be so powerful.
Ling Fei had already pulled Ji Rushan back. If he had stayed there any longer, he would not have come out of it well.
*(My writing compulsion is getting worse and worse. I was a little lazy and delayed my draft, and I felt so ashamed I couldn’t sleep. This isn’t like the old days when I could casually write 20,000 words a day. It’s easy to lose focus while writing now, and I have to constantly fight with myself. But Skeleton firmly believes that persistence is victory, and those who endure to the end are the winners. Asking for monthly tickets! Although it’s hard to advance further, I still hope to see the monthly ticket count rise every morning. It’s my motivation and my reason to persist. Thank you, everyone!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)*
