Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 347 - 249: Black Roots!

Crack!

The locust tree branch couldn’t withstand the pressure and shattered into powder on the ground.

A gray-black mass of gas appeared at the spot where the locust tree branch had broken.

Though the Divine Soul of the Sage of Time had not yet recovered, it no longer needed to rely on the locust tree branch.

The Sage of Time, having tasted benefits from Hui Lun, was no longer satisfied with the infusion of black gas. It flew directly above Hui Lun, intending to absorb that peculiar black gas from him instead.

Watching this scene, Zhao Yi quietly stepped back half a step.

If his other foot left the ground, he could fall directly into the big river behind him.

Looking at the eerie and sinister Great Hero Hall in the distance, Zhao Yi felt that the black gas was not something good.

The creature inside the Great Hero Hall definitely wouldn’t be kind enough to heal the Sage of Time’s Divine Soul.

In his previous life, Zhao Yi had heard a saying circulating online:

"Every gift of life has already had its price marked secretly."

Although the Sage of Time used the black gas to repair her Divine Soul, when it came time to pay the price, the consequence might be extremely horrific.

Boom!

A sudden loud noise sounded over the valley.

Zhao Yi quickly raised his head and saw the gigantic, golden "卍" symbol covering the entire Secret Realm on the valley suddenly shatter.

It was as if a light had suddenly gone out.

In an instant, the whole Secret Realm dimmed.

Zhao Yi didn’t have time to investigate what had happened when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of something strange.

Turning abruptly, Zhao Yi looked gravely at the Great Hero Hall.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhao Yi thought he saw the Great Hero Hall twist slightly when he glanced at it moments ago.

That motion was not the tremor of an explosion, nor was it the collapse of an earthquake; rather it was akin to a plant stretching its branches, softly probing with its tendrils.

"Did I see wrong?"

Zhao Yi furrowed his brow, staring intently in the direction of the Great Hero Hall.

Strangely enough, the Great Hero Hall showed no further anomalies.

It was as if the twisted image Zhao Yi saw earlier was indeed just an illusion.

But could that be?

Zhao Yi’s physical body had been tempered to its utmost, and his Divine Soul was stronger than even Sage Level cultivators.

At Zhao Yi’s level, there was simply no possibility of seeing things mistakenly.

"Ah!"

As Zhao Yi frowned in thought, a scream suddenly echoed from afar.

Zhao Yi’s heart jumped in shock, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw the Sage of Time’s Divine Soul being enveloped by black gas, continuously pulled back toward the Great Hero Hall.

"Help me!"

At this moment, the Sage of Time finally realized the danger and began to plead for help from Zhao Yi.

She tried to struggle, but her Divine Soul had already been assimilated by the black gas.

The Sage of Time was now a part of the black gas, akin to the relationship between fingers and the palm.

She was powerless to resist the black gas any longer.

Zhao Yi ignored the Sage of Time’s cries for help.

Although the secrets held by the Sage of Time were quite valuable, discovering part of the secrets of this mysterious lair through the consumption of her Divine Soul was equally significant to Zhao Yi.

"You have a decent brain, I’ll take it."

As the Sage of Time struggled incessantly, a deep voice suddenly rang out from inside the hall.

Its voice was grand, luminous, solemn, yet sinister, dark, and decayed.

It was as if a contradiction embodied.

Like two sides of the same coin.

Both bright and dark.

"What exactly is this thing?"

After hearing it speak, Zhao Yi suddenly had an ominous feeling.

Originally, he thought everything was under control, so he remained calm, neither hurried nor slow.

After that thing appeared, Zhao Yi suddenly felt the development of events was spiraling out of control.

His original intention was to capture a fat pig, but suddenly a giant elephant squeezed into the room.

It was no longer a question of being able to eat pork.

The current problem was whether he could still keep the room!

As thoughts rapidly spun in Zhao Yi’s mind, the Sage of Time was already enveloped by black gas and brought to the entrance of the Great Hero Hall.

When Zhao Yi heard the commotion and looked upward, he just happened to see the Sage of Time’s Divine Soul being imprinted upon the Golden Rattan Wood beam at the entrance.

The Sage of Time’s Divine Soul struck the Golden Rattan Wood, emitting a piercing shriek before merging into the beam in a bizarre posture.

Observing the Sage of Time Divine Soul’s transformation into strange patterns, Zhao Yi was instantly aghast.

Zhao Yi was not shocked by the technique of black gas refining the Sage of Time’s Divine Soul.

It was that peculiar pattern.

Zhao Yi scanned the entrance of the Great Hero Hall.

Among the same Golden Rattan Wood beams, there were at least hundreds at the entrance of the Great Hero Hall.

On each beam were densely covered with strange patterns!

If each pattern represented a person’s Divine Soul.

Then...at least tens of millions of cultivators perished in this lair!

"That’s ruthless!"

Finally, Zhao Yi understood why the Buddhist Sect hadn’t developed over the tens of thousands of years.

With at least tens of millions of Divine Souls imprinted on the beams of the Great Hero Hall’s entrance.

It’s imaginable that the vast majority of these Divine Souls must be monks from the Buddhist Sect.

A monster nurtured in the Treasure Tower Secret Realm of Little Leiyin Temple, the fact that the Buddhist Sect hadn’t gone extinct was already remarkable!

"What does that monster intend to do by collecting so many cultivators’ Divine Souls?"

Though Zhao Yi’s heart surged with towering waves of shock, his actions did not slow in the slightest.

Upon discovering the Great Hero Hall’s secret, Zhao Yi moved his feet and plunged directly into the river beneath him.

The monster inside the Great Hero Hall was too dangerous, even more so than the soul-shaking tremor Zhao Yi felt when facing the True Dragon.

The descent was rapid.

As Zhao Yi’s mind raced, his ears had already heard the deafening roar of the waterfall not far away, with mist rising from below, about to meet the water’s surface.

Zhao Yi wasn’t sure if the river could block the monster’s perception.

But compared to being exposed within the monster’s field of vision.

The surging big river gave Zhao Yi a bit of a sense of security.

Splash!

Zhao Yi’s back slapped the water surface, stirring up a large splash.

His gaze remained fixed in the direction of the Great Hero Hall.

The eerie black gas didn’t follow him.

Zhao Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His body sank into the water, just preparing to find a direction to leave the valley, when suddenly the corner of his eye caught sight of the river bank.

In the next moment, Zhao Yi instantly felt his scalp tingle, his hair standing on end, and goosebumps rising all over.

Where Zhao Yi’s gaze reached, the area was filled with black, root-like things.

If they were just tree roots, Zhao Yi wouldn’t have been so appalled.

What filled Zhao Yi with utter terror was that the black roots were densely covered with strange patterns, wholly composed of people’s Divine Souls.

Looking out, Zhao Yi saw the riverbank stretched endlessly.

On the gigantic black roots, the cultivators’ Divine Souls numbered no less than billions!

PS: Feeling empty inside, mind blank, not knowing what to do, wanted to find something to do, so I wrote a Chapter.