Chapter 1168: Chapter 641: Dreams Come True, Stupid Girl (Double-Length) (2)
During the previous battle, Xigu didn’t feel anything, but now, with a moment to catch his breath, he suddenly felt an extreme fear.
"No... don’t kill me!" Xigu’s voice trembled violently, and he almost crawled backward on the snow, "I beg you! Don’t kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"
The footsteps did not stop and came closer and closer.
"Sir, sir, have mercy! I... I’m Han! I’m... I’m not a barbarian! I was forced! I have connections, I have ties, I... I know a lot, I know what they want to do!"
Chen Yi’s footsteps slightly paused, looking down at him with indifferent eyes.
Xigu seized this shred of hope to survive and hurriedly said:
"I know a lot, my surname is Liu, I have Han blood... My mother, grandfather, they are all Han people, I, our, elder is also named Liu, the High Priest... seems to be named Liu too..."
"Can it be trusted?"
Xigu hurriedly nodded.
"How do I know your soul is not under restriction?"
"I, I don’t have, in their eyes, I’m only half one of them, I don’t have any restriction, everything I say is true!"
Xigu kept crying, thinking he had gained a sliver of hope.
However, what answered him was a wisp of sword qi.
Xigu’s eyes widened, his forehead heavily hitting the cold snow.
"Miss Donggong, you seem to be in thought."
Through the wind and snow, that person splattered with blood suddenly turned his head and asked into the air, the scene was frightening no matter how one looked at it.
Donggong Ruoshu was not afraid at all, meeting his question with a slight nod.
Since a moment ago, she had a pondering look, Chen Yi slightly raised his brow, and asked again:
"Who do you think this Liu might be?"
Donggong Ruoshu thought for a moment, "Descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan?"
"..."
Chen Yi was silent for a while, realizing he really shouldn’t have asked her.
Thinking that even a stupid girl might have fortune now and then, but ultimately he was disappointed.
Now, it is still best to directly Spirit Communicate with Xigu for Soul Searching.
This is also why Chen Yi did not spare his life earlier, people lie all the time, and at critical moments, they will fight to lie even if they don’t know how to, all to save themselves.
Chen Yi didn’t want to waste time with these people.
.........
Naxi Elder hurried on the way, but without losing his direction.
Underfoot was a cracked stone path, on either side, fallen columns, broken smooth ridges, faintly distinguishable as once being a temple.
The wind and snow were lighter here, but the chill was stronger, permeating to the bone. Dark phosphorescence floated through the ruins, casting a bleak green glow, illuminating the sticky black blood he had left in his wake.
He lowered his head to look at his blood, his heart sank, forcibly wielding forbidden techniques to flee, though he spared his life, his already scant vitality was further depleted, he feared he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Just then, a distant, grand chant emanated from deep within the ruins. The language was obscure and ancient, encompassing an indescribable pressure.
In the dim eyes of Naxi Elder, a sliver of hope burst forth!
"...ॐजय्ऐँह्रीं!" His throat hoarsely rasped as he struggled to move forward towards the altar.
The blizzard suddenly roared.
Naxi Elder was like a stone thrown into the ice river, his steps unsteady, heavily crashing against the frozen earth’s edge of the altar.
The biting cold wind almost scattered what remained of his breath, he struggled to lift his head, his cloudy eyes fixed ahead.
He finally arrived.
ॐजय्ऐँह्रीं...
Or also known as... Heart’s Desire Pool.
The massive black stone platform stood in the icy snow domain, at its center lay a pool of swirling dark gold viscous liquid, the water bubbling thickly, emitting a strange smell of sulfur and sandalwood.
At the roiling center of the pool, hovered giant blurred reflections, changing shapes, sometimes like a compassionate Buddha, sometimes like a furious demon.
"...ॐजय्ऐँह्रीं..."
Naxi Elder’s face became fervent, he wanted to rise, his body groaning under the strain, his spine seemed about to break apart, his knees piercing with pain, he tore away the tattered coat in the way, revealing his withered body covered with frostbite.
He crawled towards the pool, the rocks and ice shards cutting into his palms and knees, blood oozing and freezing immediately, the fingernail seams filled with muddy blood and ice shards.
The only sight left was that bubbling dark gold pool water.
"Ming Venerable... save your humble servant... I... offer myself... unto you..."
He hoarsely, amidst the wind and snow, stretched out his hand with all his might.
Just as his fingertip was about to touch the pool water,
A gleaming cold knife pierced through his back.
Naxi Elder’s eyes widened, his arms frozen midair, still reaching toward the Heart’s Desire Pool, as his consciousness abruptly halted, a reflection in the pool showed that person’s silhouette.
His hands fell feebly.
Chen Yi slowly withdrew the knife from his body, then coldly surveyed the Heart’s Desire Pool that these Divine Sect heretics desperately sought.
Chen Yi casually wiped the bloodstained short knife on Naxi Elder’s robe, his gaze chillingly sweeping over the swirling dark gold pool water.
Heart’s Desire Pool? ॐजय्ऐँह्रीं? What the heretics are after is this.
He kicked aside the elder’s rigid body, fortunately, this old man was infatuated with the pool, turning his back to him, otherwise with his Fourth Rank cultivation and Divine Sect Secret Technique, if fighting head-on, his fractured meridians would have suffered again, he always aimed to kill with one strike, to avoid enduring any unnecessary pain and injury.
