Chapter 127 Qingxuan in Danger
In the endless tide of spiritual energy, a strange light quietly bloomed, accompanied by a subtle but crisp cracking sound. The ancient spiritual shackles in the golden ring seemed to be caressed by the spring breeze, and instantly disintegrated, turning into a wisp of light smoke in nothingness.
Shangguan Jiannan took a deep breath, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and gently engraved the imprint of his soul on it, as if opening a door to an unknown world.
In an instant, the scene in front of him changed, and a vast space appeared before him, ten feet square, like an exquisite secret room, far beyond the scope of the small black iron ring of the past.
The only eye-catching thing in this space is the piles of dazzling elixirs. They are stacked in an orderly manner, and each one contains amazing spiritual power, as if stars have fallen into the mortal world.
"It's such a huge treasure of elixirs!" Shangguan Jiannan's eyes flashed with disbelief, and the joy surging in his heart almost overflowed from his chest.
He roughly estimated that the number of these elixirs might be more than ten thousand, enough to drive any practitioner crazy.
"This is truly a blessing from heaven. How could I be so worthy of this opportunity!" Shangguan Jiannan murmured to himself. He gently brushed his hand over the elixirs, feeling the majestic spiritual energy they exuded. He felt shocked and grateful at the same time.
In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, he quickly hid the golden ring in his Nether Jade Pendant so that this sudden wealth would not be exposed to the world too early.
After completing all this, Shangguan Jiannan turned around and bowed deeply to the silent skeleton to show his respect.
As time goes by, what are left behind are not only these precious treasures, but also countless unfinished stories and heritage.
He looked around, made sure he had no more attachment, and turned around and left resolutely.
Amidst a loud bang, Shangguan Jiannan, holding the Sky-Slaying Sword, flashed like a dragon and split the heavy stone door in one fell swoop. Stone chips flew everywhere, dust rose up, and it seemed that even the air was shaking.
Without stopping, he stepped over the threshold and into a deep and dark passage.
This passage is like a sleeping dragon, winding and extending deeper into the earth's core, foreshadowing the unknown and challenges.
The Sky-Slaying Sword transformed into a bright beam of light, illuminating the way ahead and dispelling the darkness and coldness underground.
Shangguan Jiannan knew that although this was not a place to stay for long, every step he took could be a step towards a higher realm.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes determined, and embarked on this journey of exploration full of unknowns.
In that deep underground world, a secret path over ten feet wide lies quietly like a crack in time and space, and Shangguan Jiannan, the lone ranger, appears small and free in this vast space, as if the entire space is opened for him alone.
He possessed unique skills. Once he used the Shadow Escape Technique, he would transform into a wisp of unruly gust of wind, weaving through the air and disappearing in a flash, leaving only the lingering chill and a hint of coolness in the air.
As he sped forward, a flash of fire suddenly bloomed in the silent darkness, like the brightest star in the night sky, leading a storm-like spiritual energy frenzy that swept around.
This force pierced through the endless darkness with a sharp roar. Shangguan Jiannan was like a cheetah flying through the night, leaving a trail of swift afterimages in this underground maze.
The passage rose slowly, like a staircase leading to an unknown abyss. It was engulfed by eternal darkness all around, and not even a glimmer of light could be found.
Shangguan Jiannan couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart: "Who on earth is this passage? Why is it so long and boundless?" Every time he turned a corner, he was still greeted by endless darkness. Time seemed to have lost its meaning here. The dullness and depression gradually eroded his patience, and his face became gloomy.
The long journey in darkness had cast a layer of mist over Shangguan Jiannan's heart. He longed for even a tiny ray of light to break the silence.
At this moment, something unexpected happened. His body suddenly stopped and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
In this boundless darkness, the Sky-Slaying Sword was like a morning star in the night sky, emitting a soft yet firm light, leading him to discover something unusual.
On his chest, beneath his purple robe, a faint purple light quietly bloomed, like the most mysterious star in the night sky.
Shangguan Jiannan quickly took out the precious green crystal. It was as small as a bullet, but it carried the important mission of identifying one's fellow sects and was a treasure coveted by many sects.
At this moment, the purple light flickering on the crystal stone was like a beacon guiding the lost man, telling him an exciting news - "In this unknown darkness, there are my fellow disciples, and there are more than one!"
A long-lost smile broke out on Shangguan Jiannan's face, and his voice was filled with excitement.
This was the first time he felt the breath of his companions since he entered the underworld. The warmth was like a spring in the desert, nourishing his dry heart.
He looked around anxiously, trying to catch any clues in this dark passage: "Where are they?"
The purple light flickered and became increasingly intense, as if an invisible force was dispelling the darkness around and illuminating the way forward for Shangguan Jiannan.
This is not only the guidance of light, but also a beacon of hope, leading him towards an unknown but hopeful future.
Shangguan Jiannan's face was instantly filled with a light of ecstasy, and his eyes seemed to be able to swallow up all the haze, flashing with unprecedented joy.
With a low and powerful "huff", a strong gust of wind burst out from his body and swept around. Then, Shangguan Jiannan's figure flashed like a ghost, turning into an elusive stream of light, and instantly merged into nothingness, leaving only the lingering shock in the air.
Deep in the boundless jungle, a thrilling battle is taking place.
More than a dozen figures crisscrossed each other, and the shouts of killing shook the earth, as if they could tear the sky apart and echoed endlessly.
In the air, spiritual energy surged like a tide, stirring up violent hurricanes and drawing everything around into this chaotic vortex.
There were two teams, one wearing purple robes, like ghosts in the dark night, and the other wearing blue robes, like warriors in the blue waves.
Suddenly, a deafening "boom" resounded through the sky, and then a figure flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, with blood splattering in the air, like a blooming red spider lily, sad and tragic.
The figure finally fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Senior Sister Chu Qingxuan, if we continue like this, we'll be in great danger!" A purple-robed figure, his chest soaked in blood, hurried to the side of a woman, his voice full of anxiety.
That woman was none other than Chu Qingxuan, the inner sect elite of the Tianjian Sect.