Chapter 632
"In the small town, it's a pity that we meet again, but not in the small town."
The words hung in the air.
‘Puff—’
A sharp sword pierced through the chest, freezing all warmth in his blood.
Yu Wen Cuo Jin was first engulfed by endless shock, then he felt a sense of relief.
It turned out he, too, did not understand what love was.
It was difficult to kill Zhang Xuan, unless he was willing to die.
...
Step—
Step—
The sound of footsteps echoed far in the empty underground palace.
"Since that woman had long loved Senior Yun Lu, why did she have to kill him on their wedding day?"
Si Tu Ding couldn't help but ask.
The matter of the marriage fate disappearing had piqued the curiosity of many in the Mo Jiao (Demon Sect). What kind of great taboo or hidden secret lay behind it?
Even someone like Si Tu Ding was unaware, perhaps only the sect leader had a slight understanding.
Earlier, a disciple couldn't help but inquire, after all, Qin Yu Zhi was also a sect leader, albeit a former one.
But precisely because of that, she might understand the matter even more clearly, or perhaps had even experienced it firsthand.
Qin Yu Zhi did not shy away from the topic; she shared the story openly.
Senior Yun Lu had died at the hands of his beloved on their wedding day.
"Yes, if they were truly in love, how could it end like this?"
"Senior Yun Lu had finally found someone who didn't require the Marriage Fate Tree, someone he truly loved. How could he be killed?"
"I thought he and his beloved had gone into seclusion, but it turns out he died on their wedding day..."
The sudden shift in tone caught the people of the Mo Jiao off guard, and the questions in their hearts only multiplied, bursting forth like bubbles.
"Because that woman from Peng Lai is a possessive person. How can I describe such a person..."
Qin Yu Zhi pondered, seemingly searching for the right words. After a moment, her eyes lit up:
"Right, in Xiao Mo's words, she's a 'binge-obsessed' type."
"......"
The members of the Mo Jiao exchanged glances, realizing that this story was considered a secret not because it hid any mysteries, but because it was simply too outrageous to be believed.
"Wait, you just mentioned Xiao Mo... who is that?"
Si Tu Ding suddenly reacted.
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Chapter 737: This is called Accumulated Depth
Boom—
In the depths of the Clear Abyss, clouds surged and flowed endlessly, suddenly rushing into the royal tomb.
The 'Elder Supreme' accidentally let something slip, forcing Shang Guan Wen Cang to act early. The flowing clouds, seemingly ethereal, coalesced into chains that bound the members of the Mo Jiao, rendering them powerless.
Si Tu Ding was ultimately at the seventh realm; with his aura rising, the clouds could not approach him.
With a cold snort, he broke the chains and stomped his left foot down. In an instant, an inexplicable force swept through, and though there was no wind, the clouds were blown away like waves, vanishing in an instant.
With just one move, he recognized the identity of the attacker.
"Shang Guan Wen Cang?" Mo Chao Zong seemed taken aback, momentarily unable to react.
But wasn't he a helper sent by the Immortal Sect?
"We've fallen into a trap!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Si Tu Ding threw a punch, black light flashing, moving with unbelievable speed.
The appearance of the Clear Abyss sect leader here indicated that their plans had likely been exposed from the very beginning.
But who was that 'immortal'?
At this moment, he had no time to ponder. If he couldn't end this quickly, by the time other forces arrived, the backup left by the sect leader might not even be useful.
Rip—
The black light, though small, sent chills down the spine with each flicker, repeating hundreds of times in an instant. It seemed silent, yet the clouds around Shang Guan Wen Cang surged and exploded hundreds of times, dissipating in an instant.
With just one strike, Shang Guan Wen Cang was already on the brink of death.
The difference of one realm was like a chasm; even in the royal tomb, able to draw upon the cloud evil energy accumulated over thousands of years in the Clear Abyss, Si Tu Ding had gained absolute upper hand in a mere exchange.
In just three moves.
Boom—
The royal tomb shook violently.
The black light exploded before Shang Guan Wen Cang, engulfing his figure.
"All your schemes are for naught; without entering the seventh realm, you're just an ant."
Si Tu Ding turned his back, hands clasped behind him, not bothering to look at the explosion.
Indeed, while his style was extremely cautious, that was only in regard to geniuses.
Someone like Shang Guan Wen Cang, who only entered the sixth realm at an old age, a martial artist with no hope of mastering the profound, was not worth his special attention.
Even if they were both at the seventh realm, facing him directly was still a matter of utmost caution; there was no chance of survival for the other party.
"How dare you scheme against me? Your courage is commendable."
After saying this, Si Tu Ding felt as if he had forgotten something, but now was not the time to dwell on it.
He turned to leave.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, an old voice called from behind.
"Hmm?"
Si Tu Ding, who was about to rush to support the disciples, halted.
At the same time, ripples appeared in the void, and the countless air currents at the center of the explosion, which should have surged outward, were instead strangely retracting toward the center.
The clouds swirled, the outer was empty while the inner was solid, and an inexplicable force surged within.
"Not dead... and has broken through?" Si Tu Ding was somewhat astonished.
"Between life and death lies great terror, and also great mysteries..."
Shang Guan Wen Cang, in tattered clothes, had once murky eyes that now shone brightly, his aura growing stronger.
What if he had broken through a small realm?
Si Tu Ding felt only a slight surprise; while breaking through in the heat of battle was not easy, he had seen many such cases over the years, and to him, it made no difference.
Buzz!
The black light flashed again, and the clouds that had just coalesced were burst like bubbles.
Perhaps not wanting any complications, Si Tu Ding's next strike was heavier, the black light more condensed than before.
"At your age, to break through and rise again, you are indeed a person of note."
Si Tu Ding sensed that this time, Shang Guan Wen Cang's aura had truly vanished, and he was about to leave.
Suddenly, Shang Guan Wen Cang's voice rang out from the center of the explosion again.
"Don't go!"
Si Tu Ding: "?"
Breaking through continuously between life and death was something he had only heard of; it was always seen in extraordinary prodigies, and usually under conditions of lower realms.
No, wait...
Si Tu Ding looked at the swirling clouds, where a bird-like figure faintly floated, and a thought arose in his mind.
It was an ordinary swallow, yet as it traversed the clouds, its feathers seemed to shine brighter and more brilliantly each time...
Such a strange phenomenon piqued his interest, and he began to carefully observe what kind of law body the other possessed.
Could it be the Swallow and Wild Goose body?
It was said that martial artists cultivating this law body would have their talents significantly weakened; even those originally gifted would become ordinary, and their combat power would be slightly inferior to others of the same realm. However, once they faced death and survived, they would shine brilliantly with their past accumulations.
But how could it reach Shang Guan Wen Cang's level...
"What do you know? Old man, this is called 'Accumulated Depth.'"
Shang Guan Wen Cang said this without a hint of embarrassment, his voice firm.
"Who taught you to be so concise?" Si Tu Ding's beard twitched, abandoning his thoughts. No matter how miraculous the law body was, it was still just a law body. Could it really come back to life after being crushed to dust?
"Die!!"
The black light surged, icy and wave-like, even the array patterns on the royal tomb's stone walls dimmed and swayed under the onslaught of the 'black water.'
Shang Guan Wen Cang's aura weakened, and the cloud phenomena could no longer be maintained.
"The Way of Xuan Water."
He recognized the path the other was mastering.
"Your vision isn't bad, but knowing it is useless. I wonder if you can still 'thickly accumulate and then burst forth' this time!"
Si Tu Ding's eyelids twitched; he hadn't expected to waste so much time on someone who had just entered the law body at the sixth realm.
He wondered how things were going on Yu Wen Cuo Jin's side.
If he couldn't retrieve the cycle of life and death formation, capturing Li Mo and Ying Bing would at least suffice as a report.
The black water surged into the Clear Abyss, distorting the surrounding void like rippling water.
After a moment, the clouds fell silent, showing no signs of revival. Si Tu Ding snorted coldly, resolving in his heart that he truly feared turning around only to have someone call for him to stop again.
It seemed the other party had used all the cloud evil energy accumulated in the Clear Abyss as support, making them quite troublesome.
"The people of the Clear Abyss are all a bit sinister."
Just as this thought settled in his mind.
Suddenly, the still black water surged with a thin mist.
"If it weren't for the sect's need to cultivate this Swallow and Wild Goose, I would have long had a place on the Heavenly Ranking!"
Splash—
Watching Shang Guan Wen Cang leap out from within, his aura once again powerful, he seemed to have regained ten years of youth, not only returning to his peak but even stronger than before.
Si Tu Ding leaned back slightly.
Not dead again?
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