Free Web NovelChapter 574: Chapter 390: First Test of Divine Radiance! The Peacock Spreads Its Plumes!
If Le Zhao were to describe it, it would be the difference between a living person and a puppet!
To the east of the Flying Star Cultivation Realm, starting from Changping Market, through Quanyong Market, to Star-picking Market, covering thirty-five markets and seventy-one mortal kingdoms.
All gave him this feeling.
On the surface, everything seemed incredibly normal.
His fellow sect members had also been here, even Foundation Establishment True Cultivators and Alliance True Men came to investigate.
They all felt that Master Qianlei’s explanation did not have any significant issues.
They even personally went to check but found no problems.
But in Le Zhao’s eyes.
This eastern land revealed stiffness and falseness in reality.
Even he couldn’t notice anything under usual circumstances, but his spiritual sense persistently hinted that there was something wrong.
Today he sought out a close friend, hoping to come up with a plan, and also hoped they could contact the elders of the sect to warn the Ancestor and request his intervention.
But before he even finished speaking, he was startled to discover that the friends he had come with from the Alliance exuded the same eerie feeling as this eastern land.
At that moment he knew.
His companions... had also become like Master Qianlei.
"I’m just a Qi Refining Disciple, reacting like this means the person behind it might have noticed..."
Le Zhao began to analyze calmly.
"Even if I am to die, I must find life in death!"
Le Zhao looked towards the east.
"According to the information, my master and Master Qianlei went to a place called the Devouring Flame Cultivation Realm..."
"I must see what’s going on, even if it’s certain death, at least I’ll die with clarity..."
"But... I’m just a Qi Refining Cultivator, even if I know, what can I do?"
Le Zhao clenched his fists tightly.
"I must return to the Celestial Rainbow Alliance, even at the cost of my life, to report this to the Ancestor!"
As Le Zhao walked through the market, a trace of despair lurked in his gaze, but there was also a burning determination.
People passed by him.
The market was bustling, full of vitality.
But in Le Zhao’s view, all the pedestrians seemed to be watching him. freewebnσvel.cøm
Their expressions were stiff beyond compare, and Le Zhao could even faintly smell a hint of blood.
With just a distracted moment, everything around returned to normal.
"The Celestial Rainbow Tower detected an undocumented talent within me, related to spiritual sense..."
"My ability to sense anomalies must be related to this talent."
"Unfortunately, the Alliance hasn’t documented this talent, and I haven’t obtained a cultivation technique to develop it..."
"Now, the only thing I can rely on is this spiritual sense."
"Since what I see isn’t real..."
Le Zhao, trembling, took out a silk ribbon from his storage bag, took a deep breath, and bound his eyes to reduce interference.
He walked out of the market, continuing eastward.
The temperature grew increasingly cold.
Le Zhao could feel that something seemed to be watching him.
He lowered his head, burying himself in one direction, trying to leave as fast as possible.
The sound of birds and insects suddenly vanished from his ears.
The abrupt silence made Le Zhao’s heart skip a beat.
He began to run, sticking two Wind Charms on his feet.
Yet on this vast land, it seemed that only the sound of his running remained.
Absolute silence.
A slight itching sensation came across his face.
Suddently, Le Zhao felt a weight on his shoulder, as if something had landed there.
Le Zhao ignored it, entirely following his spiritual sense.
"According to the elders’ teachings, some illusion skills can deceive the five senses..."
"My master once told me, at times, I must trust my spiritual sense!"
The itching on his face became more apparent.
It felt as if something furry was lightly caressing his face.
Or perhaps... a furry creature was on his face!
Le Zhao didn’t react; as if he had lost all senses, he kept running.
Yet sensations surged over his body again, as if countless hands were crawling over him.
Le Zhao’s running speed increased.
He instinctively opened his eyes.
Only to find a thread of light piercing through the black silk ribbon into his vision.
That bit of light was so warm it unconsciously made Le Zhao want to remove the ribbon from his eyes.
Le Zhao suddenly stopped.
He removed the headband.
He found himself back in the market once again.
"As expected, it was an illusion..."
Le Zhao mumbling in a low voice.
This figure seemed to have startled others.
Countless gazes turned upon him.
Stiff gazes, stiff faces.
Countless cultivators began to approach Le Zhao like zombies.
Le Zhao seemed to have lost his will to resist.
Allowing the crowd to engulf him.
He looked up at the sky, reaching out his final hand.
That hand too was gradually submerged.
"Red Flame Talisman! Wind Chasing Sword! Slash!"
A low shout suddenly echoed.
Everything around shattered like glass.
In Le Zhao’s hand was a magic sword, with a red talisman affixed to it.
The longsword, ablaze, imbued with sword qi, pierced through the abdomen of a tall dark shadow.
Le Zhao’s expression was incomparably ferocious.
The situation around him changed drastically.
Still the market.
Only now, the market was littered with corpses everywhere.
Just like the situations encountered before in those small cultivation realms of the east.
The bodies dead yet uncorrupted, with blood staining the ground.
Staining Le Zhao’s boots red.
Le Zhao looked up, and a familiar face appeared before him.
Le Zhao was so frightened, he sat down abruptly on the ground, paying no mind to the blood below, dragging his legs against the ground to retreat.
