Divine War Pill Emperor

Chapter 314: Chapter 312: Corpse

The Vermilion Bird unleashed the Vermilion Bird Fire.

The fire burned the Ghosts within Jiang Chen’s sea of consciousness.

They shrieked endlessly. In just a moment, all the Ghosts were burned to death, their corpses left floating in Jiang Chen’s sea of consciousness.

At the same time, with the death of the Ghosts, Jiang Chen’s soul was preserved within their bodies.

It was just scattered everywhere, fragmented among the ghostly corpses.

THUMP!

Outside, a helpless Zhan Yang and the others stared at Jiang Chen, who was just within reach, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s body went rigid and toppled over.

From a meter away, the upper half of Jiang Chen’s body fell directly into the passageway.

"Ah—"

"Quick, get Jiang Chen!"

Seeing Jiang Chen suddenly fall toward them, Zhan Yang and the others scrambled into action.

Although Niu Tuo was fat, his reflexes were sharp. He quickly dragged Jiang Chen inside.

And so, Jiang Chen was now in the passageway with them.

Zhan Yang and the others immediately checked on him. They found his body was still warm; after all, his soul had just been devoured by the Ghosts. He hadn’t been dead for long, so his corpse naturally wouldn’t be cold yet.

"Let’s go."

"Niu Tuo, you carry Jiang Chen."

Regardless of what happened, they had recovered Jiang Chen’s body.

Zhan Yang had Niu Tuo carry Jiang Chen’s corpse on his back.

He carried his unconscious sister himself, with Lu Beifeng following behind, as they quickly entered the second level.

They were terrified of the first level.

The Ghosts were simply too dangerous.

「The Second Level.」

After Zhan Yang’s group emerged, they found the area was lit, just like the world outside.

The only difference was that this place was extremely desolate, a vast desert in all directions.

Not a single blade of grass grew.

Niu Tuo, carrying Jiang Chen, had a grim expression.

"Brother Yang, how do we get out of the second level?"

The problem now facing them was that they had no way to leave the Ghost Temple.

They hadn’t come for the Black Fire, so they had no intention of exploring the Ghost Temple further. They just wanted to leave.

Zhan Yang gave a bitter smile and shook his head, still holding his unconscious sister, JinLing.

"I don’t know how to leave either. Before, we had Jiang Chen. He knew the way out."

"But now, Jiang Chen is..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Chen’s body on Niu Tuo’s back.

His expression was one of sorrow and dejection.

"Let’s get away from the passage first, in case we run into anyone else."

Zhan Yang and the others had no choice but to move away from the entrance. They walked for some distance across the desert before finding a secluded spot.

"This should be fine."

They had been on edge the entire time and were all exhausted. They planned to rest for a while.

They would focus on recovering their Primordial Qi.

Niu Tuo set Jiang Chen down on the ground, panting slightly.

The tension had been unbearable; they had been in a constant state of high alert.

Zhan Yang found a way to wake JinLing up.

"Ah..."

JinLing cried out, immediately looking around and realizing she was still alive.

"Jiang Chen! Where’s Jiang Chen?"

The first thing she did upon waking was to look for Jiang Chen, as if he was the only thing on her mind.

Zhan Yang pointed to the spot beside Niu Tuo. "We brought Jiang Chen’s body out."

What?

JinLing froze, then whipped her head around to see Jiang Chen’s body lying on the sand.

She immediately ran over, only to find that Jiang Chen was truly dead. Even his body was slowly growing cold.

"Jiang Chen..."

JinLing let out a quiet sob.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She reached out a fair hand and, without any hesitation, caressed Jiang Chen’s face.

Her touch was filled with infatuation and reluctance to let go.

"You... you’re really dead?"

She gazed at Jiang Chen, dazed and utterly heartbroken.

Niu Tuo and Lu Beifeng tactfully moved a short distance away.

They could both see JinLing’s feelings for Jiang Chen.

They didn’t want to disturb her.

"Sigh... what a shame."

Lu Beifeng sighed and turned to look at Zhan Yang.

"Prince, it would have been great if Jiang Chen had lived."

"I think he would have been a perfect Military Advisor for our Warring States."

He suddenly said something that seemed to come out of nowhere.

But Zhan Yang understood what Lu Beifeng meant.

He waved his hand. "Beifeng, don’t call me Prince anymore."

"Our Warring States Kingdom has already been destroyed."

"I am no longer a Prince."

In truth, Zhan Yang was the prince of a kingdom called the Warring States. After the Kingdom was destroyed, he, the Prince, had survived under the protection of powerful experts.

Now, only five people remained by his side, and one of them had already died to the Black Ghost Ants.

Counting them, there were only four left.

Among them, Lu Beifeng and Niu Tuo were descendants of the Warring States’ ministers, tasked with protecting Zhan Yang.

JinLing was his, Zhan Yang’s, sister.

This was a secret known only to them, something they would never tell anyone else.

After all, the people who had conquered their Warring States were still trying to kill Zhan Yang and JinLing, to completely eradicate their bloodline.

Niu Tuo’s eyes were filled with hatred.

"Prince, we must restore our kingdom."

"Even if we have to fight to the last man, we must never give up on the idea of restoring our kingdom."

"Beifeng and I will do everything in our power to support you."

Both of them looked at Zhan Yang.

Zhan Yang sighed before replying, "I won’t give up. It’s just that our strength is still insufficient, and we haven’t accumulated enough wealth."

"I will restore our kingdom in my lifetime."

"Thank you for always staying with me."

Then, the three men all looked over at Jiang Chen.

Niu Tuo added, "Jiang Chen was an exceptional talent. If he could have joined us, he might have been a great help in restoring our kingdom."

"What a pity."

Zhan Yang’s eyes also held a look of regret.

"I was even planning to marry my sister, JinLing, to him. But this time, he sacrificed himself for us."

The three men had complicated feelings.

After a long silence, Zhan Yang said, "Jiang Chen told us that we can only find the exit once we reach the third level."

"We have to find a way to get to the third level."

"WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH..."

Just then, the wind suddenly picked up in the desert.

The wind blew the sand, sending it rolling across the wasteland.

It sounded like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

Lu Beifeng looked up into the distance and saw tornadoes, formed by the wind, sweeping across the desert.

"Look, someone’s there."

Suddenly, behind the tornadoes, he spotted a figure stumbling toward them from afar.

The three men were all startled.

"Someone is actually coming over."

After all, seeing another person here was incredibly surprising.

In an instant, they figured it must be one of the Martial Cultivators who had entered the second level earlier.

JinLing also stopped crying, but she was still grieving inwardly.

Looking at Jiang Chen’s increasingly cold body, she finally let out a soft sigh.

’You’re gone.’

She leaned down and gently kissed Jiang Chen on the lips.

’This is my last gift to you.’

’Jiang Chen, I will never forget you.’

At the same time, JinLing also noticed the approaching figure.

All four of them watched the figure.

"Hmm? What’s going on? Why do I get a strange feeling about that person?"

Lu Beifeng’s eyes narrowed as he spoke in a grave tone.

It was because the figure was swaying and stumbling as it walked, like a drunkard.