My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 842 - 516: How Could It Be You?! (Quad Extra Combined)

This Ghost Valley resembled the Netherworld, shrouded in dim darkness, where one could vaguely make out the outline of a massive crossbow car that penetrated the clouds. The body of the arrow mounted on its bed was three feet long and no different from a blade or sword, its tip gleaming with a corroded cold light.

The crossbow car shook violently, emitting a thunderous "swish."

Penetrating clouds and breaking through mist, the three-foot-long arrow pierced through emptiness, flying like an Immortal throwing a sword!

Chen Yi's eyes slightly narrowed as the long sword on his back unsheathed with a clang. The sword pointed, swung horizontally, and then flicked upwards, drawing rings of cold light, gradually dissipating the power of the crossbow bolt into nothing and suddenly dropping to the ground.

Looking into the distance again, a dense mass of Corpse People pressed in, seemingly endless, the valley under the moonlight like being covered by a black veil, heads rolling and mists surging, the corpse tide rising wave after wave, threatening to completely swallow them.

There must be a master here...

Chen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. Though their entry into the valley was seamless and their movements concealed, this prompted that person to change tactics, instead driving the corpse tide to completely cover the valley.

Yin Tingxue looked at Chen Yi a bit flusteredly. It was her first time encountering such a grand scene, without any weapon in hand, momentarily at a loss on what to do.

"Don't panic, I've slain many masters before."

Patting Yin Tingxue's shoulder, Chen Yi smiled slightly, then with a single-handed tug, lifted Yin Tingxue by the collar. Before she could react, her vision ascended a dozen meters high, winds like white lines beneath her feet, realizing in alarm that she was walking on air.

Chen Yi released Yin Tingxue, an invisible thread pulling between them, and he said, "Golden Light Body Protection Technique."

Yin Tingxue quickly formed the seals. The next moment, she looked up to see a rain of arrows pouring down.

Even though they rode the wind, the fan-like rain of arrows still headed directly for them, like giant waves intent on swallowing them, shadowing Chen Yi's face with dense shadows that could sift him if inattentive. His brows didn't even furrow, only swinging the long sword; Hou Kang Sword clashed with the arrows. The first few feathered arrows, upon contact, clashed with each other like chimes, intensifying force, the crossbow arrows striking each other. Above, it opened a wide umbrella, scattering the rain of arrows in all directions in just the blink of an eye.

Chen Yi's features remained calm and composed. Already at the Third Grade Realm, on the Sword Dao, he tread the path of Sword Creation of Heaven and Earth, distinct from the usual swordsman's imposing Sword Intent. His sword was more polished and refined, forming a realm isolated from the outside world within a few meters radius, impervious to harm.

As the arrow rain subsided slightly, the mist of Corpse Valley grew denser, the oppressive Corpse People soldiers already facing them, layer upon layer of bladed light and shadows interweaving endlessly, moonlight rippling and shimmering, as the corpse tide surged like waves crashing against the shore.

"Chant the spell," Chen Yi ordered, "Lotus Purifying Magic Spell."

Yin Tingxue immediately recited the spell. Golden light spell scripts flowed from her fingertips, spreading into blossoming golden lotuses expanding with the wind, wavering outward with her as the center. Bladed light and shadows collided on the light screen, erupting into a myriad of sparks yet dissolving instantly like snow, reflecting in her eyes, golden and red intertwined.

Chen Yi suddenly sliced open his left sleeve with two fingers, three Thunder Talismans falling into the corpse tide.

"Break!"

Lightning flared, unfolding layers of azure light, instantly extinguishing the ghastly fires in the eyes of the front row of Corpse People.

Seizing the split-second opportunity, Chen Yi slanted his sword edge up three inches. Only then did Yin Tingxue see clearly—the fragments of crossbow arrows that had fallen earlier arranged into a formation in the air, now drawn by Sword Qi, transforming into countless streaming rainbows, stabbing straight into the dense mist to the northwest.

The mist was wrenched open at one corner, Chen Yi gazed intently.

This place was steeped in heavy Yin malevolent energy, though it was undeniably a Nine Yin Corpse Rearing ground, apt for spawning corpse transformations, like piling autumn leaves and wild grass—it'd need a spark to ignite into a raging fire. This corpse tide was assuredly not water without a source; certainly, someone was manipulating behind the scenes, and certainly not far away.

"Playing tricks," Chen Yi sneered coldly, his sword pointing into the depths of the corpse tide; the flame on the guiding talisman flared three meters, casting the shadow of a figure racing in a chariot, gripping the reins, banners fluttering, charging through battlefields invincibly.

Among the howling corpse tide's screams, faint echoing high-pitched chants could be heard, like obscure and intricate spells, directing tens of thousands of corpses with ease.

Chen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly,

not just a master, but a high expert...

...........

A still-standing edifice perched on the slope within Corpse Valley resembled bull horns in its curved eaves, murals in vibrant strokes depicting the transformation of feathered beings into Immortals, with thousands of corpse soldiers and generals groveling beneath them. Beside the building stood an ancient signal tower, alongside standing rusty copper-armored men guarding.

This building was even more imposing and grand than those previously discovered by Dong Gong Ruoshu and others, yet what lay exposed above the surface was but the tip of the iceberg.

"Do you mean... it was us who awakened this corpse tide?"

Ye Liangcai, the officer of a thousand households, wore a gloomy expression, the soldiers behind him appeared akin to mourners, the dim light within the building casting them to resemble corpses more than the corpses themselves.

They ventured deep into the valley, ordered to search for the fourteen White Lotus Evil People from Xiangyang Prefecture, in vain though. Observing the vastness of this architecture with ample hiding spaces, they delved in to investigate, inadvertently disturbing the long-buried corpse tide.

Should the corpse tide threaten Wuchang City below, how could they possibly explain to Su Hongtao?

"Words cannot tell the whole tale—we merely stumbled upon this place. First, tens of thousands of Qin were buried here, then they got targeted by those White Lotus Evil People, who specialize in sinister, malevolent arts, laying an array here to desecrate the ancient remains, intending to awaken corpses for their use. In the end, it was us, accidentally, unwittingly entering and awakening the Corpse People."

The Daoist stroked his beard, discerning the scattered vessels within the building, and the ancient inscriptions still lingering on the walls,