Chapter 376: Chapter 244: Cultivation World 34_2
"Boom——!"
Unbeknownst to when, Lu Rui had maneuvered behind the black-robed figure. The short blade, with a force that tore through space, targeted the opponent’s back. Forced to turn defensively, the black-robed figure’s blood-colored long knife clashed with the Ink Blade, sparking strange black and red flames.
"His blade carries Demonic Qi!" Lu Rui warned in a low voice, "Be careful not to get touched!"
Si Lingle and the others retreated and dodged, attacking simultaneously!
The group’s attacks landed on the black-robed person, who suddenly grinned. The pierced throat turned into black mist and dissipated.
It was an illusion!
The actual killing technique came from above! The blood-colored blade light poured down like a waterfall, forcing Si Lingle and the others to retreat rapidly.
Although Si Lingle was incredibly fast, her left shoulder was still slashed by the blade’s energy, and blood soaked through her white clothes instantly.
The others were also injured in various ways.
Seeing the others hurt, Lu Rui’s eyes reddened with fury, and the blade in his hand erupted with unprecedented black blade light, splitting open the space in the hall, pushing the black-robed figure back several meters.
Taking advantage of this gap, Si Lingle took out the Array Plate and quickly set up the Nine-Turn Ice Array.
As the Array was activated, the temperature in the hall plummeted. Countless ice crystals formed out of thin air, turning into a snowstorm that swept toward the black-robed figure!
"Crack!"
The blood-colored long knife finally crumbled under the extreme cold. The black-robed figure grunted, staggering back, colliding with the bronze altar in the center of the hall.
At the moment of impact with the altar, a massive blood-colored Array suddenly appeared on the ground. Countless chains emerged from the earth, tightly binding the black-robed figure!
"No... impossible!" The black-robed person finally screamed in terror, "How could the altar..."
Before the words could be finished, the chains abruptly tightened, dragging him forcibly into the ground! Leaving only half of a broken mask laying on the floor, with the clear engraving of the Ye Family’s Emblem on the inside.
The hall returned to dead silence.
Si Lingle sheathed her sword, her gaze landing on the altar—where a broken bronze plate floated quietly, inscribed with ancient characters:
"When the Ice Phoenix bloodline awakens the bronze, the truth buried in the Nine Netherworld will eventually see the light of day again."
Lian Meng also saw the characters on the bronze plate. She lowered her head, looking at her arm, where crimson blood droplets, defying logic, floated upward, drawn by an invisible force toward the center of the altar.
"Lian Meng, your blood..." Lu Rui frowned deeply, reaching out to stop it, but was repelled by a chilling force the moment he touched the blood droplets.
The blood droplets finally fell into the groove in the bronze altar—
"Crack."
The entire hall suddenly shook violently, the ancient runes on the altar lighting up one by one, the ghostly blue glow turning to dark red. The ground cracked, stones floated into the air, as if some entity that had slumbered for millennia was awakening.
Lian Meng suddenly felt a splitting headache, countless fragmented images flashing before her eyes—
A frozen battlefield, a broken bronze giant gate, and... a pair of ice-blue eyes identical to hers.
"Is this... a memory?" she stumbled a step, held by Si Lingle.
The bronze plate in the center of the altar suddenly floated up, the incomplete text completing in the blood light:
"Using the blood of the Ice Phoenix as the key, and the soul of the buried spirit as the guide, the bronze throne sealed for a thousand years shall reappear in the world."
Before the words faded, the altar collapsed with a roar, revealing a deep, unfathomable abyss below. Nine bronze chains shot up into the sky from the abyss, at the end of the chains, an Ice Coffin slowly rose.
Inside the coffin lay a woman with a seven-part resemblance to Lian Meng, her silver hair like snow, an Ice Phoenix mark at her brow. Her hands were crossed on her chest, holding a bronze key in her palms!
Everyone gasped in shock.
Miao Si asked, "Is this... your..."
"Not me," Lian Meng replied hoarsely, "It’s the Ice Phoenix bloodline successor from three hundred years ago who disappeared—a Si family ancestor, Si Wuyue."
Lian Meng’s real name is Si Yumiao, she possesses a Single Water Spirit Root, and is of the Si Family’s direct lineage.
As Lian Meng’s shadow fell onto the Ice Coffin, the eyelashes of the woman within twitched lightly, as if moved by some invisible force.
"Did she... move?" Lu Rui’s pupils contracted sharply, instinctively gripping the hilt of his blade.
Lian Meng felt like she had been struck by lightning, a tear-like pain suddenly emanated from her chest. She looked down to see her arm’s wound strangely extend icy blue patterns, climbing like vines to her chest—identical to the Ice Phoenix imprint on the brow of the woman in the coffin!
"Bloodline resonance..." Lian Meng gritted her teeth to suppress the surging blood, "This body is summoning my blood!"
The Ice Coffin let out a piercing "kaka" sound, countless cracks appeared on the coffin lid. The temperature in the Bronze Hall plummeted rapidly, even the air crystallizing into tiny ice fragments.
"Move back!" Si Lingle grabbed Lian Meng, leaping backward urgently.
"Boom——!"
