Chapter 85: Chapter 70 Qinglian Sword Sect

Lin Fang was content and unhurried as he slowly descended, and soon he arrived at the grand entrance of the ruins. He saw a huge stone slab leaning against a pillar, with the faded large characters for "Qionghua Sect" inscribed on it, seemingly telling of its past glory.

Next to the stone slab was a pitch-black passageway, from which a resentful aura gushed forth; it must be the entrance to the ruins.

At this moment, many people were gathered around the entrance, hesitating to enter because the resentment was truly terrifying, sending a chill to one’s core.

Lin Fang, however, didn’t care at all and flicked his tail as he rushed into the passageway.

"Brother, did you just see a fish rush in there?" a person guarding the entrance to the ruins asked in surprise.

"How could that be? With such a powerful aura of resentment, ordinary creatures would do anything to avoid it, let alone rush in. You must have seen it wrong," said someone nearby, laughing.

"But it’s impossible, I clearly saw a red carp go in," the person muttered to himself still somewhat puzzled.

And the fish they were talking about had already entered the ruins and revealed its true form.

After passing through the passageway, Lin Fang entered another world: a gloomy sky, pitch-black earth, and mournful wails echoing in his ears—all of this made this world seem like the Ghostly Realm.

However, even so, there were still some plants that tenaciously thrived: blood-red grass that occasionally reached out with its tendrils to catch and consume passing animals, rabbits running with pink flowers on their heads that bore blood-red fruit, and any animal that ate the fruit would be poisoned to death. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Occasionally, birds flew across the sky with cacophonous squawks, but they had grotesque human faces.

The whole world exhibited a kind of eeriness and distortion, yet, paradoxically, it was brimming with life—a space that should have been dead was full of vitality.

Lin Fang grabbed a handful of soil in his hand, feeling the unique power contained within, so full of life, revealing its capacity to nourish all things.

"Rumor has it that the Qionghua Sect had obtained the legendary ’Living Soil’. It seems true. Only Living Soil could have such a profound and nourishing power capable of supporting all life," Lin Fang muttered to himself, even more determined to obtain the Living Soil, as it was considered a rare treasure even in the Three Realms.

While he was observing this world, a tree adorned with human heads was slowly moving its roots. It quietly extended bloody branches and slowly reached out toward Lin Fang’s back.

However, the moment it touched Lin Fang, flames suddenly erupted from the branches, quickly spreading over its entire body. The bizarre tree let out a terrible scream, and the hanging heads seemed as if they had come to life, spewing foul language ceaselessly.

In just a short time, the cursing faded away, and the flames also slowly diminished. The once terrifying and strange tree had turned to ash, leaving behind only a blue bead with a unique aura lying quietly in the midst of the ashes.

Lin Fang picked up the bead with curiosity and examined it. He discovered that the bead was a good find—it contained powerful psychic energy that could replenish the Primordial Spirit’s deficits.

It’s widely known that Primordial Spirit Power is the hardest to restore in the world, and yet this bead could actually do it. Just for that ability alone, it was worth a fortune.

Not to mention that such beads were excellent materials for artifact refining, especially for crafting magical treasures related to illusion techniques, with a special added benefit.

"It looks like the harvest this time won’t be small!" Looking at the strange creatures that occasionally ran out, Lin Fang revealed a kind and amiable smile on his face, these were all treasures.

Compared to Lin Fang’s joy, other people who had entered the ruins appeared to be in a bit of a sorry state, due to the nature of the space, outsiders were incompatible with this space, which led them to reap the hatred of the local beings immediately.

Thus, those who were unaware of what they were getting into suffered lethal attacks as soon as they entered this space, resulting in many deaths. Of course, some fortunate individuals managed to desperately find the passageways leading out and leave this dangerous place, but most perished there.

People then realized that they had been used as pioneers to scout the path by someone with an agenda. However, by this time, it was already too late. The mechanisms in the ruins seemed to have changed with the increase of intruders, and now leaving was harder than ascending to the heavens because the exit could appear anywhere at any time.

Among them, a group was particularly conspicuous—a team composed of young men and women. Each one of them had an outstanding temperament, dressed in blue garments with a blossoming Qinglian embroidered on their cuffs. Those familiar with this outfit knew that these were people from the Qinglian Sword Sect.

At this moment, they showed no sign of panic, walking calmly with treasured swords in hand through the perilous ruins.

"Senior Brother, why is the Qionghua Sect so big?" a younger boy asked curiously.

The leading Senior Brother was quite handsome, and his youthful face exuded steadiness. He said softly, "After all, the Qionghua Sect was once the foremost of the great sects, with profound heritage. Moreover, they once scoured the cultivation world for various precious materials to construct this space, with the intention of lifting the whole faction to the Nine Heavens, so it’s reasonable that it’s so vast."

"Amazing!" the boy couldn’t help but exclaim after hearing this.

"What’s the use of being amazing? Weren’t they still brought down by the Mysterious Lady of the Nine Heavens? Instead of properly practicing cultivation and aiming for feather transformation, they spent their days trying to cut corners and even had the wild idea of lifting the whole faction to ascension. They must have been out of their minds." A tall man said disdainfully.

"Junior Brother Qin, watch your words. After all, we are in the ruins of the Qionghua Sect. Let’s show some respect for the dead," the cold and gorgeous woman standing next to the Great Senior Brother reprimanded sharply.

The rather arrogant Junior Brother Qin, though somewhat displeased, chose to shut his mouth after seeing the woman speak.

Just then, countless shadows suddenly emerged from the blood-red ground. Their bodies were pitch-black, their faces indistinguishable, with red light shining from their eyes. They were enveloped by resentment, filled with endless hatred, and roared as they charged toward the group.

"These wronged spirits again! It’s endless," Junior Brother Qin muttered, but his movements were swift, his sword light passing through the bodies of the wronged spirits, causing them to disintegrate like ice and clay.

However, these wronged spirits seemed endless. No matter how many were slain, new ones would emerge from the ground, exhausting the members of the Qinglian Sword Sect to the point where they had no choice but to fight and retreat.

"Great Senior Brother, we can’t go on like this. These guys seem unkillable."

The Great Senior Brother also furrowed his brows. He naturally possessed treasures that could extract them from this predicament, but they were to be used only in the direst of circumstances. If used here, their current exploration would be over, and he felt somewhat reluctant to do so.