Chapter 375: Chapter 244: Cultivation World 34
A few days later, Si Lingle and the others finally arrived at Gale Cliff.
The fierce wind howled, sweeping up yellow sand across the sky, dyeing the heavens a murky yellowish hue.
Si Lingle raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting toward the distance—where Gale Cliff, supposed to be surrounded by Gang Wind, was eerily silent.
"Something’s wrong," she muttered, her voice shredded by the wind.
Beside her, Lu Rui frowned, gathering a wisp of spirit light at his fingertips, probing forward. Yet, the spirit light that was supposed to be torn apart by the fierce wind penetrated through the barrier in front of the cliff unimpeded.
"The wind has stopped," Lu Rui’s voice was deep, "the Gang Wind of Gale Cliff has vanished."
Miao Si’s heart tightened; the Gang Wind of Gale Cliff had been ceaseless since ancient times, even Nascent Soul Cultivators dared not approach lightly, yet now it seemed to have been forcefully extinguished by some power.
Miao Si stepped forward slowly, her boots crunching over sand and stone, making a faint sound. The ancient runes on the cliff wall were dim, as if drained of spiritual power, leaving only dry engravings.
"Someone’s been here," Miao Si crouched, her fingers brushing over a charred mark on the ground, its touch icy, as if scorched by some extreme cold force.
With a concentrated gaze, Meng Hong picked up a shattered piece of crystal stone, turning it in his palm. "Cold Frost Power... and it’s artificial."
Si Lingle stood up, her gaze sweeping around. The winds at the top of the cliff should have been violent and rampant, yet at this moment, they seemed suppressed by an invisible force, even the air felt suffocatingly still.
Si Lingle looked up toward the cliff’s peak, her pupils tightening suddenly—a pitch-black rift hovered mid-air at the highest point of Gale Cliff, its edges glowing with a blue light, as if a void tear opened forcefully by some power.
"...A spatial rift?" Lu Rui’s voice carried an unusual gravitas.
Si Lingle gripped her Qingchu Sword at her waist, the runes on its scabbard faintly hot, as if warning of imminent danger. She took a deep breath and said softly, "Someone opened a passage to somewhere here, and they’ve deliberately dispelled the Gang Wind."
Lu Rui was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking, "Do you think they’re still here?"
Si Lingle did not answer, she just looked up at the rift, her eyes cold.
"Shall we go in?" Chun Bai asked.
Si Lingle did not answer immediately, gathering a wisp of spiritual power at her fingertips, gently touching the rift’s edge—instantly, a biting cold spread along her fingers, as if countless eyes were watching her in the dark.
"This place... is no ordinary Secret Realm." She withdrew her hand, her spiritual power frozen into frost.
After a moment of silence, Lu Rui took out a bronze compass from his embrace, the needle spinning wildly before finally pointing to the rift.
"Whatever’s inside, given someone deliberately dispelled the Gang Wind to open the path, it means they don’t want to be discovered."
Si Lingle tightened her grip on the Qingchu Sword, her gaze icy, "Then we absolutely cannot let them succeed."
The few exchanged glances and then simultaneously leaped into the rift.
The world suddenly inverted.
There were no expected space turbulences or raging spiritual power storms, replaced instead by a dead silent gray space. Beneath their feet were broken floating stone steps, and in the distance loomed a dilapidated Bronze Giant Hall, its doors half-open, emitting a faint cold light.
"This is..." Lian Meng’s pupils contracted slightly, "an ancient relic?"
Just then, Si Lingle’s Qingchu Sword at her waist vibrated fiercely, the runes on its scabbard flashing wildly, warning of some intense danger.
"Someone’s coming," Lu Rui said softly, his hand already on his saber’s hilt.
Si Lingle slowly lifted her head, looking toward the hall, where a black shadow stood silently in front, clad in black robes, face hidden in shadow, only holding a blood-colored saber that glowed ominously.
"Intruders, die."
The raspy voice echoed in the gray space, killing intent surging like a tide.
Si Lingle drew her sword from its scabbard, Sword Qi erupted suddenly, "Seems like we’ve found the right place."
The black-robed figure wasted no words, the blood-colored saber swept down abruptly!
"Clang—!"
Si Lingle parried with her sword, Sword Qi clashing with the blood-colored saber light, erupting in a piercing metallic screech. The shockwave burst forth, shaking the bronze lamps suspended within the hall violently, light and shadow interweaving, the black-robed man’s face flickered briefly, it was a face covered with black curse marks, pupils as crimson as blood.
"Ye Family’s Blood Evil Saber Technique?" Lian Meng questioned coldly, "What is your relationship with this relic?"
The black-robed man gave no answer, his saber stance shifted, the blood-colored saber light morphing into countless grim ghostly shadows, howling as they charged at Lian Meng.
Just as the ghostly shadows were about to engulf Lian Meng, a dark saber light swept across!
