The Villain Has Something to Say

Without any regrets, Qing Jun smiled lightly, then his indigo figure permanently disappeared in this world. In the forbidden area of Yu Xiao Peak, the light of indigo lotus jade lantern gradually dimmed, but the warm and nourishing pill power still emitted from the small wick, keeping the flickering lantern on.

Luo Jianqing opened his eyes a day later. He looked around, but didn’t find Qing Jun.

After a silence, Luo Jianqing stood up and prepared to leave. Before he set out, he looked back at the Feng Shen Sea one more time, then with an indigo light flashing away, the small island became deserted again without a soul to be seen.

At the same time, in the Mountain Range of the Ku Mountain, a white figure walked slowly into a long and narrow canyon. He was calm and poised. The narrow canyon could only hold one person, with precipitous rock faces and sheer cliffs almost erecting vertically on its two sides.

There were a lot of spots and strip-like marks on the cliff wall, as if it had witnessed numerous vicissitudes.

Sunlight couldn’t reach here, making this place mysterious and full of uncertainties. However, the poised and graceful master went deeper step by step. With rustling sleeves and flying hair, he was calm and sedate. After two hundred meters, he paused for a while, and then continued his journey.

Xuan Lingzi gazed at a chink of light at the end of the canyon. He approached to it step by step as though treading the water.

However, only the almost frozen air indicated how horrible this place was.

Within thirty meters, a Qi Condensation cultivate could be easily killed;

Within sixty meters, a Foundation Establishment cultivator would die with little resistance;

With a hundred meters, even a Gold Core cultivator was not able to escape…

When Xuan Lingzi went deeper of two hundred and thirty meters, the frozen and materialized pressure was even equivalent to the power of a Da Sheng Period Master!

However, the canyon was three hundred and thirty meters long. If the pressure of two hundred meters to two hundred and thirty meters was equivalent to the power of Tribulation Passage cultivator, two hundred and thirty meters to two hundred and sixty meters equivalent to Da Sheng Period Master, then when it reached three hundred meters, the pressure should be as powerful as a Deity Transformation Period cultivator, and beyond that…

Could it be the power of a deity?

Step by step, Xuan Lingzi had come to two hundred and sixty meters deep. With a poised face, he took another step, yet the frozen air suddenly became fierce! The space was squeezed and almost collapsed. Countless ferocious astral wind that could kill a Tribulation Passage master in an instant rushed towards Xuan Lingzi. The winds were blustering and was about to tear him up.

Xuan Lingzi narrowed his eyes and raised his hand with two fingers held together. Formidable arrays of sword power sprayed out, crashing the astral wind.

Then, Xuan Lingzi quickened his paces, directly moving to two hundred and eighty meters, where the disorderly astral wind disappeared, yet suddenly a dazzling light flashed. The powerful astral wind formed into a beast, roaring and rushing towards Xuan Lingzi.

Brilliant lights shone out on Xuan Lingzi’s glabella. He took out the Xuan Ling sword and stabbed at the beast.

“Roar!”

With one blow, the beast dissipated into whirling lights and disappeared quickly.

Xuan Lingzi took another step, and a giant, ferocious bird cropped up. After a cry, the bird swooped towards Xuan Lingzi.

It took Xuan Lingzi an hour to finish the mere twenty meters. When he reached three hundred meters, the rampant astral wind scattered and disappeared instantly.

Xuan Lingzi frowned slightly and looked at the last thirty miles. By now, he could clearly see what that light was at the end of the canyon.

It was a mellow and smooth pill, not larger than the size of a nail, but it gave out tremendous light.

Throughout his life, he had never seen such a powerful pill, which possessed far more enormous momentum even than the Ninth-Level Godlike Pill (Qing Jun). But this pill didn’t transform into a human, nor did it have any consciousness. It just quietly floated on a high platform, as if anyone made it to here could have it.

Xuan Lingzi held his sword and looked at that pill from distance.

After a short consideration, Xuan Lingzi moved forward.

Abruptly, the environment around him totally changed. Xuan Lingzi found himself back in Yu Xiao Peak.

It was Yu Xiao Peak, but not that one in his memory. He didn’t see his medicine field or Luo Jianqing’s bamboo house. Xuan Lingzi glanced at the surroundings carefully. Suddenly, he heard an old man’s voice, “Wu Yin, why haven’t you cultivated today? You are so sluggish!”

Xuan Lingzi was shocked. He slowly turned around and saw a white-haired old man.

The old man stepped forward and reprimanded, “You are the disciple of Yu Xiao Peak, but you are not dedicated to your cultivation in the wake of such a huge crisis between human and demon. How can you shoulder the responsibility to lead the Tai Hua mountain and all the Dao cultivators to resist demons?”

Xuan Lingzi looked down at his smaller hands silently.

The old man continued, “One year ago, your sixteenth fellow senior fell. Ten years after that, ninety-six cultivators of our Tai Hua Mountain sacrificed themselves. As the disciple of Yu Xiao Peak, you have to take your responsibility, spare no efforts in cultivating, reach Da Sheng Period as soon as possible, and ultimately serve us human cultivators! Wu Yin, do you realize your mistake?”

Xuan Lingzi slowly raised his head, gazing at this strange but familiar old man.