Chapter 90 Part 2

Golden light erupted from Xie Linlang’s body.

A bowl-sized flower spun and bloomed, like a glowing cover enveloping Xie Linlang.

Xie Linlang instinctively turned his face to look—this was not the Soul Guiding Lamp he had encountered deep within that tree covered in fish-scale bark in the Purple Radiance Mountain Secret Realm?

The next second, darkness fell before Xie Linlang’s eyes, as if the world had been draped with curtains that slowly closed.

His body uncontrollably plunged downward. The golden-red flow world above grew ever more distant, the massive Mysterious Bird charging rapidly, but its body still shrank smaller and smaller until it vanished.

Xie Linlang unconsciously reached out with a finger, as if to grasp the falling bird, but in the end, his fingertip grasped nothing but a chill breath.

The pitch-black fissure vanished, and so did Xie Linlang.

Pei Jiye watched this scene unfold before his eyes. Rage surged through the entire bird, turning the human world into a sea of blood, something hateful and terrifying. He emitted a shrill screech.

So close! Just so close!!

Pei Jiye’s mind buzzed; he could think of nothing, and even his world turned pure white.

Coincidentally, the Great Xia Cauldron, which had erupted with terrifying energy, also let out an enraged roar. One sacrificial offering had escaped—what insolence!

The screech and roar joined into a duet, turning the entire mountain hollow into a massive drum that unleashed ear-piercing, world-destroying sonic waves.

All the cultivators within Jiuxia Mountain’s range involuntarily grunted, then plummeted from the skies one after another.

It was as if even the Chengzhou Remnant Bloodline had been infected by this fury, letting out a terrifying roar.

In this moment, the Surging Volcanic Waters surged; all were drowned in rage, fleeing in all directions.

…

Xie Linlang was unaware of what happened outside.

He fell for a long time. During this, Xie Linlang tried several times to stabilize his body and hover in midair, but he failed each time.

Xie Linlang felt a bit inwardly collapsing—would he be smashed to death?

Did a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator’s body have enough resilience? With Crane Bone as the foundation for his rebirth, the Demon Race should be fairly impact-resistant, right?

As Xie Linlang mulled these jumbled thoughts, his falling speed suddenly slowed. Only then did he notice the Soul Guiding Lamp above his head still spinning and emitting soft light.

Xie Linlang breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He looked around intently.

Black-gray mist echoed all around, visibility limited. The air was filled with a strange power—not spiritual energy, nor Demonic Qi, but like the chaotic power he had sensed earlier in the abandoned lands.

As his descent slowed further, Xie Linlang finally landed safely on a stretch of black-gray scorched earth.

Xie Linlang felt slightly reassured. He looked at the clear footprint he had left in the soil and frowned faintly.

Where was this? It seemed there had been no traces of other living creatures for a long time?

Xie Linlang tried to mobilize the Demonic Qi in his body, but for some reason, it showed little response. Instead, his Heavenly Demon power gained a boost and abruptly became active.

The soft, delicate Heavenly Demon power flowed lightly. Xie Linlang formed a magic formula, confirming he still had combat capability, then checked the pills and rune slips he carried.

Only five High-tier Runes remained, but the pills were still fairly complete.

Xie Linlang sighed inwardly. He summarized the day’s events and felt only confusion and bafflement.

The Mustard Seed Realm assessment held hidden depths; two generations of power struggles at Jiuxia Mountain had awakened the sacred relic; Shen He had bitterly searched for his family for so long; finally, the Great Xia Cauldron inexplicably went berserk, even flinging out a Zhongxia cultivator like him…

Xie Linlang clicked his tongue. What an undeserved calamity!

And that black bird that had pounced down at the end.

Could it have been that kill-mat senior?

Xie Linlang’s mind wavered for an instant; the emotions in those crimson eyes had been too intense, impossible to forget.

Xie Linlang quickly shook his head, steadying his mind. No more thinking about that—first, take care of himself.

What was this place? How was he to leave?

Xie Linlang swallowed a pill to replenish power and took out the Seven Stars Array Disk.

He had no divination arts; he merely sought reassurance and a direction. The seven star markers flickered back and forth on the disk, and finally, Xie Linlang chose the direction of the second star’s rotation, stepping forward to explore.

The land was gray, the sky was gray, and pitch-black mist occasionally permeated the air. Listening carefully, faint shrill screams echoed.

But when Xie Linlang tried to investigate closely, the shrill screams vanished, leaving the four directions silent and deathly still.

Xie Linlang was no stranger to travel and exploration. Seeing this, he did not dwell on it but continued maintaining his direction.

Perhaps due to his luck, or perhaps protection from the Soul Guiding Lamp on his shoulder, Xie Linlang encountered no dangers along the way, merely advancing across the vast, empty gray land.

After walking an unknown distance, Xie Linlang suddenly heard sounds of combat.

He was somewhat surprised and hurried toward the source of the noise.

Cresting a hill, Xie Linlang saw the scene ahead.

A cultivator sat slumped, a White Bone Puppet before him being manipulated to fight two monsters in similarly skeletal forms.

As Xie Linlang drew near, the other two white bone monsters seemed attracted.

They took two steps toward Xie Linlang’s position but then halted, turned, and fled out of sight.

“Thank you, fellow Daoist, for the assistance. It’s too hard to encounter another person in this ghostly place… Eh?”

The cultivator, relieved by the rescue, immediately struck a graceful pose as he looked toward Xie Linlang.

But halfway through his words, the cultivator’s expression turned peculiar.

“So it’s Fellow Daoist Xie. Do you still remember me? I am Liu Yue of the Heavenly Charm Sect.”

Xie Linlang was taken aback. So this person was the Heavenly Charm Sect cultivator who had once clung to Xie Linlang’s hand unrelentingly at the market street.