Free Web NovelChapter 1212: Chapter 657: My Daoist Companion Has Become My Enemy (Double Chapter)_2
Unless the "Light Candle Land" is not born of this world, but falls from outside, it is certain that it is inseparably related to the Ming’an Divine Sect.
Chen Yi suddenly thought of the teachings of the Ming’an Divine Sect, where the Ming and An factions constantly struggle, and then looked around. If here is the so-called "dark"...
Then Light Candle Land, is the "light."
With this thought, Chen Yi suddenly felt enlightened.
It wasn’t a tangible contact, more like a faintly weak, warm thought, like a candle flame in the wind, gently brushing the edge of his perception. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
His steps suddenly paused.
Just ahead at the corner of the street, behind a stagnant alley, a tiny grain-sized, pure and gentle glimmer flickered like a star fragment, suspended amidst semi-solid candlelight.
How similar it was to the point of light seen before.
"Stay close to me."
He slightly moved his fingertip, and two extremely condensed Sword Qi instantly extended out, one winding around Qin Qingluo’s wrist behind him, the other wrapping with irresistible force around Yin Weiyin’s slender waist, both a connection and a restraint to prevent Yin Weiyin from wandering or causing trouble in this eerie place.
Before his words fell, his form turned into a blurry afterimage, shooting towards that light point. Qin Qingluo’s serpent pupils narrowed, and she powered up decisively to follow, her mystic robe Python Robe stirring up a strong wind.
Yin Weiyin was pulled by the Sword Qi thread, stumbling helplessly, the soreness in her waist and hips making her groan, but she dared not utter a complaint, gritting her teeth to gather strength to keep up.
The trio moved swiftly, pulling three blurred trails along the stagnant street, yet that light point seemed to have a mind of its own. Just as Chen Yi was about to touch it, it flickered suddenly, like a fish swimming in water, slipping gracefully into a narrower, darker alley.
Chen Yi chased in without hesitation.
The alley was narrow, with walls of peeling color on either side, piled with solidified debris, and the light point was merely ten zhang away ahead, flickering unpredictably.
Chase further,
The light point flickered again and directly "passed" through a partially collapsed wall, disappearing behind it.
A flash of ferocity in Chen Yi’s eyes, the Hou Kang Sword remained sheathed, yet a condensed Sword Qi fiercely cleaved forth,
Boom!
Debris flew, a large hole forced open in the wall, dust rising, and indeed, the light point was suspended in the courtyard beyond, seemingly waiting quietly.
Chen Yi leapt through the broken gap, Qin Qingluo followed closely, brushing past broken bricks, Yin Weiyin was pulled through by Sword Intent threads, awkwardly avoiding falling stones, her face even paler.
The pursuit continued, the light point flashed amidst the ruined courtyard, the solidified well, and even beneath an overturned carriage, each time precisely relocating just when Chen Yi was about to grasp it.
It seemed to be toying with them, yet also appeared to guide, constantly maintaining a tantalizing distance.
"Someone is controlling it?!"
Chen Yi’s mind sounded an alarm, this was definitely not the light point’s own agility, but some kind of will was secretly obscuring its true path, interfering with his perception.
He suddenly stopped, no longer futilely chasing that elusive light point.
His mind turned swiftly, he took a deep breath, trying to make his wish come true.
Surely, there is a mastermind here, eliminate them, and then they could leave...
Turning back,
Suddenly, from afar, demon aura soared skywards, breaking through.
"Go!" Chen Yi no longer looked at the light point, but headed towards the demon aura, the Hou Kang Sword drew half an inch, bringing a piercing sword cry that tore the air, his body transformed into flowing light, decisively charging towards a place in the west of the city where the demon aura boiled most ferociously!
Qin Qingluo’s eyes ignited with battle intent instantly, though the Purple Electric Gun was not in hand, the Slaughter Qi honed on the battlefield faintly resonated with the soaring demon aura, she followed Chen Yi unhesitatingly, her mystic robe figure like a black lightning tearing through demon clouds.
Yin Weiyin was tightly pulled by Sword Intent threads, swept helplessly into this violent torrent.
She gazed at the silhouette ahead, brimming with murderous intent, and felt the cold, unyielding grip of Sword Qi around her waist. She clenched her teeth and forcibly urged what little Primordial Qi she had left, stumbling to follow.
............
Half an hour of fierce battle.
The sky-high demonic aura slowly dissipated like a receding tide, leaving behind only the thick, indelible scent of blood and scorching smoke in the air.
This area had completely turned into an Asura Battlefield, scattered with the remains of various demonic creatures: massive wolf demons shredded by Sword Qi, their bones and flesh separated; snake-shaped demons charred and smoking from Thunder Power, resembling withered coal; and shell-covered demons crushed and embedded deep into the ground by an invisible force... Viscous demon blood meandered like small streams through the cracks of shattered bluestone slabs, forming dark red puddles that exuded a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.
Severed limbs, entrails, fragmented scales, and scorched fur lay scattered everywhere, mingling with the dust and rubble of collapsed buildings. Even the drizzling rain seemed to be tinged with a faint red.
Qin Qingluo leaned on her Purple Electric Gun, her Mystic Robe Python Robe torn in multiple places, stained with dark red demon blood and black soot, revealing the soft armor beneath. Her chest heaved violently, and though the sharpness in her snake-like eyes hadn’t completely faded, a noticeable fatigue overlay it.
Beads of sweat rolled down her temples, trailing along her blood-stained cheek and leaving behind several distinct streaks. The muscles of her gun-wielding arm trembled slightly, indicating the tremendous effort that previous battle with several Great Demons had cost her.
Meanwhile, Yin Weiyin fared slightly better. She still retained her ethereal grace, with a few strands of wet hair clinging to her pale cheeks. However, even her Primordial Qi was nearly depleted.
Chen Yi stood in the center of the battlefield, slowly sheathing his sword.
The last drop of dark red demon blood slid down the icy blade of the Hou Kang Sword, falling into the blood pool at his feet with a clear "tap" against the backdrop of the eerily silent wreckage.
His breathing was slightly rapid, his chest rising and falling, his gaze still sharp, yet even he felt a trace of weariness.
But as he had anticipated, these demons were indeed pivotal.
Everything was just as he had expected.
Suddenly, a point of rice-sized, pure and gentle white light appeared unknowingly in the void three feet in front of Chen Yi. It hovered there silently, as if it had never moved, unaffected by the towering demonic aura and intense battle. Its glow was gentle, like a lonely lantern at the end of darkness.
Chen Yi’s pupils contracted slightly. Without any hesitation, he reached out to gently touch the faint light.
The moment his fingertip touched the light, there was no explosive sound, only an unusual sensation, gentle as jade, as if the soul itself was being cleansed.
Buzz!
The gentle white light suddenly expanded, instantly enveloping Chen Yi, along with Qin Qingluo and Yin Weiyin not far behind him, including the demonic carcasses, the flowing blood pools, the broken street, the drizzling rain, and the dim skies... all like a painting cast into water, instantly distorted, blurred, and quickly faded away.
He felt weightless, as if falling into an endless abyss, yet also as if being cradled by warm tides.
The next moment, feet grounded firmly.
Chen Yi abruptly opened his eyes.
Before him was no longer the bizarre, stagnant city but a familiar, tall, and heavy vermilion-painted gate. Above the lintel, a plaque hung high, inscribed with four bold and powerful characters:
Prince of Annan Mansion.
The rain was no longer a crystal bead curtain, but incessantly showered from the grayish sky, pattering on the stone steps in front of the mansion, splashing tiny water droplets.
The Wind Lamp hanging at the mansion entrance swayed gently in the rain and wind. Its dim yellow halo dispelled the darkness of the rainy night, while the faint clinking of armor from patrolling soldiers could be heard in the distance. Everything was full of vibrant, flowing life.
They had finally returned.
Yin Weiyin raised her head, staring directly at the plaque with the words "Prince of Annan Mansion," her gaze deep and inscrutable. Suddenly, a shadow passed by — it was Qin Qingluo walking past her, exuding an overwhelming presence.
The female crown took a deep breath, steadying her emotions. Despite being at a disadvantage not long ago, she remained composed, as if unmoved by the collapse of Taishan.
However, the Princess slightly turned her head, a mocking sneer forming at the corner of her lips.
The female crown frowned slightly,
What was so amusing?
