Chapter 158 Leaving the Netherworld
Yin Wuqing's heart was as tense as a string, but when he saw Shangguan Jiannan was safe and sound, he just uttered these few words lightly, but a few more Yuanling Pills had quietly appeared in his hand. He gently leaned over and put them into Shangguan Jiannan's mouth.
The Yuanling Pill melted upon touch, transforming into a warm force that instantly flowed through Shangguan Jiannan's limbs and bones, finally gathering in his dantian, like the warm sun in spring, dispelling all fatigue and weakness.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the gradual recovery of the strength in his body. His limbs regained strength, and the feeling of weakness caused by the exhaustion of spiritual power gradually dissipated.
Although the scars on the body are horrifying, most of them are superficial injuries and not fatal.
Shangguan Jiannan lay there, quietly recovering his strength. After a moment, he struggled to sit up, with tenacity flashing in his eyes.
Yin Wuqing watched silently from the side, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across the golden seal beside him, and a sense of shock surged in his heart.
Shangguan Jiannan tore off the rag on his body and casually wiped the blood off his body. Then he took out a clean piece of clothing from his storage ring and put it on. Although he still looked disheveled, he had improved a lot.
He stood up slowly and picked up the long sword that fell not far away. His gaze finally fixed on the shining seal, his eyes complicated and difficult to read.
Suddenly, Shangguan Jiannan took a firm step, approached the seal, and knelt on his knees facing the direction of the zombies, his movements full of awe and gratitude.
At this moment, everything around seemed to be quiet, only the golden light and Shangguan Jiannan's determined figure appeared particularly dazzling in the night.
Shangguan Jiannan's movements were smooth and without any hesitation. He knocked his head three times and said in a deep voice, "This is your destination."
After saying this, he slowly stood up, stared at the area shrouded in golden light, and whispered softly.
In an instant, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was like a dragon, carrying a fierce gust of wind, rolling up the surrounding dust and rubble, and rushing in like a raging tide, completely burying the golden seal under the dust.
When the dust settled, Shangguan Jiannan took a deep breath, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.
On the side, Yin Wuqing stood as still as a pine tree, silently witnessing all this without uttering a word.
When Shangguan Jiannan finished his actions, he opened his thin lips and said, "It's time to go."
The Slaying Heaven Sword returned to its sheath, but in an instant, a strange blood-red color flashed across the sword, disappearing in a flash. Even the perceptive Yin Wuqing did not catch this strange color.
Then, two figures rushed out like ghosts, shuttling across the vast land, leaving behind only a series of rapid and sharp sounds of breaking through the air, echoing for a long time in this silent world.
All around, the sect warriors had dispersed, leaving only two people, performing their own speed and passion in this empty space.
As the journey progressed, a faint but firm light gradually appeared in the distance, and joy appeared on both of their faces at the same time.
"The exit to the underworld is finally within sight."
Shangguan Jiannan whispered, his eyes flashing with expectation and determination.
They continued to move forward at an astonishing speed, and the spiritual energy surrounding them became increasingly dense, as if even the air was making way for them.
Until the light became clearer and clearer, indicating that the exit was approaching, both of them were filled with joy and excitement at being able to escape.
The ancient ruins are filled with the wild atmosphere accumulated over the years.
All around, the ground was cracked, and the spiritual energy was like a blade, leaving mottled marks, and the world was in a mess.
Suddenly, the void trembled, and two figures rushed past, accompanied by a roar, and the lingering sound lingered in the air.
Shangguan Jiannan and Yin Wuqing, one in front and one behind, shuttled back and forth in this broken space.
Seeing a faint light ahead, the two of them showed joy on their faces.
"Speed up, the seal of the Netherworld is about to close, no time to lose."
Yin Wuqing urged anxiously, his face pale but his steps firm.
Shangguan Jiannan followed closely behind, using the shadow escape technique to its fullest extent and holding on tightly.
With his heart full of desire for that light, Shangguan Jiannan did not slow down at all and continued to move forward.
When we reached the middle of Cangli Mountain, the forest that had been silent for a long time became bustling again.
Among the swaying shadows of the trees, people's figures are everywhere, and the loud laughter breaks the tranquility of the past.
Outside the seal of the Netherworld, there were many sects standing in the vast square, with disciples gathered around, sharing the thrill of the Netherworld, their faces filled with relief at having survived the calamity.
On the journey to the underworld, life and death are determined by fate, and strength and luck are equally important.
Some people fall and turn into dust; some people return with greatly increased strength and soar into the sky.
This is both an opportunity and an abyss.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, the space shook, a strong wind swept, the ancient trees swayed, and the roar continued.
"Liuyun Sword Sect has set off."
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the Qianji Tower ship rose into the air, carrying with it the biting wind, and sailed away through the waves like a giant ship.
Under the gaze of everyone, the building ship accelerated its climb and instantly turned into a black dot in the sky and disappeared without a trace.
Upon seeing this, the other sects prepared themselves and followed closely, and a race to return home quietly began.
Everyone cried out in relief, and their voices echoed in the air.
"The Tianjian Sect has failed this time."
"I heard that Elder Yin Wuqing is still trapped inside."
"Without Yin Wuqing, the Tianjian Sect's fifth place ranking seems unworthy of its reputation."
Disciples from other sects were talking about this, and their eyes were constantly cast towards the Tianjian Sect, with mixed emotions including ridicule, regret, and amazement.
Following the leadership of the sect elders, disciples from each sect left one after another.
Meanwhile, on the Tianjian Sect’s side, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
An elder stared at the shining mountain wall, his eyes full of expectation: "Wait a little longer."
The other disciples did not dare to slack off. They surrounded the Cloud Piercing Shuttle, their eyes fixed on the mountain wall.
The golden light around became increasingly intense, and the original cracks at the entrance gradually healed, indicating that it would be completely closed within half an hour.
Everyone was anxious, but they also had a firm belief: "It will be fine, he said he would come out."
The surrounding sects evacuated one by one, with only a few remaining.
Seeing the strange atmosphere in the Tianjian Sect, they all watched from afar and sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, the mountain wall shone brightly, golden runes squirmed, and golden light shone everywhere, attracting everyone's attention.
"There's movement, someone's coming out!" "It must be Elder Yin Wuqing!" The disciples of Tianjian Sect were extremely excited. The long-awaited seal finally responded.
Everyone waited with bated breath, their faces filled with surprise.
With a loud bang, an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere filled the air, the seal vibrated violently, and ripples spread out.
The light reached its peak and surged wildly, foreshadowing the answer that was about to be revealed.
A majestic light filled the air, and a figure gradually emerged, attracting everyone's attention. A purple robe and an ancient sword descended from the sky and stood firmly on the ground.
"It's not Elder Yin Wuqing, it's Shangguan Jiannan!" Exclamations rang out everywhere, and everyone's expressions turned from shock to astonishment.
Before it had subsided, the golden seal on the mountain wall moved again, accompanied by a strange sound, and everyone's attention was focused again.
Suddenly, a figure broke through the seal, wearing coarse clothes and holding a blue sword. It was Yin Wuqing, the second elder of the Tianjian Sect.