6kv Chapter 192 Qingwan, here she comes!
Chapter 192 Qingwan, here she comes!
Chapter 192 Qingwan, Here She Is! (5000)
Tiger Hu Hu's sharp, excited voice still echoed in the cave, carrying a euphoric sense of "the situation is settled, the prey is in the trap."
He spread his arms wide, as if to use himself as an anchor to completely nail down this carefully arranged cage, and to firmly lock the weakened Gu Qingwan who was about to descend into it within.
Lu Yuan's heart sank to the bottom as he stared at the black and red light spots that were still struggling to coalesce at an excruciatingly slow pace.
A feeling I'd never experienced before welled up inside me.
A desperate situation, a truly desperate situation.
His own true qi was locked up, he was seriously injured, the old man was trapped, and the arrival of his last trump card, Gu Qingwan, was severely delayed and weakened.
However, the other party had already laid a trap, waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out, and their target was Gu Qingwan from the very beginning!
What should I do?
Wait?
But given the current situation, even if Qingwan came, what difference would it make?!
escape?
Where can we escape to?
Outside are the "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord" and countless evil creatures, and inside lies an even more terrifying trap.
Should I rush down to save the old man? In my current state, I probably wouldn't even be able to get past Hu Huhu.
Despair, true despair.
Deep within the cave, the faint sound of dragging chains and muffled groans of pain that had been emanating suddenly ceased.
Immediately following was an extremely faint, sticky sound, like the rubbing of withered leaves or the gliding of some mollusc across a rock surface, which was extremely unsettling.
The sound was not singular, but rather a mixture, slowly spreading from the darkness deep within the cave.
At the same time, an indescribable, chilling aura emanated from the soul.
Like the first gust of cold wind blowing from a tomb frozen for millennia, it quietly spread.
This aura is different from the violent and bloodthirsty "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord"; it is more restrained, more profound and unpredictable.
It seemed to penetrate directly into the bone marrow, freezing one's mind, carrying an ancient, decaying, yet strangely sweet and fishy smell that concealed vitality.
The pure, cold yin energy mixed with the earth's yin energy caused Lu Yuan's already dazed mind, which was clouded by his injuries and being truly locked up, to feel a strong wave of dizziness and nausea, and his stomach was churning.
At the same time, the ecstatic look on Hu Huhu's face subsided slightly, replaced by a complex expression that mixed with solemnity, apprehension, and a tacit understanding between "accomplices."
He straightened his slightly hunched back, faced the depths of the cave, nodded slightly, and said in a much calmer and more distant voice: "Patriarch Liu, the two deities, the time is just right."
The footsteps grew closer.
The first thing to fully emerge from the darkness was a tall, unusually thin man.
He was wearing a very strangely styled black robe, which was not made of ordinary fabric, but rather seemed to be made of some kind of deep-sea plant tanning material.
Its surface gleams with a damp, ethereal light, and its texture resembles layers upon layers of fine willow leaves, or countless twisted tendons.
The robe was exceptionally large, enveloping his entire figure, with the hem trailing on the ground.
As he moved, he silently slid across the damp rocks, leaving faint water stains.
His face was unusually pale, almost bloodless, and his skin was taut, as if he had never seen the sun in a long time.
Her facial features were quite distinct, even delicate, but when put together, they gave off an inhuman stiffness.
Especially his eyes, where the whites of his eyes made up most of the space, while his pupils were as thin as pinpoints, giving them a deathly grayish-white appearance.
At this moment, they are quietly and emotionlessly "watching" Lu Yuan and Hu Huhu at the cave entrance.
His eyes were empty, like two bottomless ancient wells, or like the eyes of some cold-blooded reptile.
It involves only the purest observation and calculation, devoid of any human emotional fluctuations.
What is most striking are his hands, peeking out from the wide sleeves, with exceptionally long and slender fingers and distinct knuckles.
Their skin was the same pale white, but their nails were a strange dark blue-green, sharp and long, like carefully polished bone spurs.
At this moment, his hands hung naturally at his sides, with fine, dark blue mist swirling around his fingertips, faintly resonating with the yin energy of the surrounding earth veins.
He didn't speak, nor did he deliberately exude any terrifying pressure; he simply stood there quietly.
Like a strange willow tree that has lived for countless years in an extremely yin place.
It blends perfectly with the chilling atmosphere of this "Spirit-Locking Forbidden Land" and the aura of the evil god emanating from the depths of the cave.
He was Liu Xuanyin, the current head of the Liu family, a clan that controlled ghosts, a being who had refined himself to be like an evil being.
However, Liu Xuanyin's appearance was just the beginning.
Just as he stood still, the dense, seemingly living darkness behind him suddenly began to churn and surge violently.
Darkness was no longer simply a lack of light, but had become a viscous, ever-changing "living thing" that emitted a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor and a sense of mental pollution.
Then, from this writhing darkness, two beams slowly "emerged"—
A larger, more bizarre phantom, whose mere partial form exuded a terrifying pressure that froze Lu Yuan's soul—
The shadowy figure on the left vaguely presents an extremely distorted and irregular outline.
It looked like an amorphous mass of flesh, haphazardly tangled and coiled together by countless slender, soft, and slippery tentacles.
It has no fixed shape; it is constantly slowly wriggling, stretching, and changing.
With each wriggle, it released an even richer, dizzyingly sweet aroma and a powerful, almost invasive, mental wave that seemed to penetrate directly into the brain.
At the center of the phantom, there seemed to be a dim, flickering, eerie green light.
Like a malevolent one-eyed gaze, cold and greedy, with a playful mockery of toying with its prey, it pierces the darkness, "staring."
Lu Yuan was looking at the cave entrance.
The phantom on the right is even more "solid" and terrifying.
It presents a terrifying form resembling a giant spider, but more blasphemous and disturbing.
Its main body is a huge sac resembling a swollen abdomen, constantly oozing thick, foul-smelling, dark yellow pus.
The surface of the cyst is not smooth, but is covered with densely packed, constantly opening and closing peristaltic pores.
From each hole, a translucent face contorted in agony could be faintly seen, its mouth opening and closing silently, as if enduring eternal torment.
From beneath this filthy sac, several extremely thick limbs, covered with barbs and suckers, extend out.
These arthropods appear to be haphazardly pieced together from congealed blood, broken bones, and rotting tendons.
Above the sac, there was no clear head, only a thick, pale white mist that was constantly churning and surging.
In the mist, one could vaguely see the outlines of huge, overlapping, distorted, and disproportionate human faces.
They huddled together, silently howling, crying, and grinning.
These two phantoms did not completely "leave" the darkness; most of their bodies remained integrated with the writhing, seemingly living darkness.
It was an indescribable manifestation of terror, seemingly "grown" from the deepest part of the Liu family's forbidden land, from the core of the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array".
The oppressive aura they exuded was also suppressed to some extent by the "Spirit Locking Forbidden Zone".
It is not as violent and outwardly ferocious as the "Blood Corpse Spirit Lord" in the outside world, but it is more sinister and eerie.
It directly addresses the most fundamental aversion and fear of the soul and living beings, carrying an indescribable blasphemy, pollution, and pure "evil."
Meanwhile, the Demon-Slaying System, which had been dormant in Lu Yuan's mind for a moment, detected the aura of these two illusory figures the instant it entered his mind.
Like being thrown into boiling oil and then into cold water, it suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, blinding, blood-red warning light!
A series of cold and detailed pieces of information, like the sharpest ice picks, pierced deep into his consciousness!
[Type: Thousand-Faced Nightmare]
[Level of cultivation: Unknown]
[Type: A super evil god of the spirit system, created by the Willow Clan through the process of nurturing the dream of ten thousand people, fusing the earth's leyline dream energy, the core of a magical beast, and the remnants of an ancient dream god, and after three cycles of sixty years in the Abyss of Eternal Slumber.]
Danger Level: ★★★★★★★★★★
[Note: It has no fixed form and can change in countless ways. It is good at weaving, manipulating, and devouring the dreams and spirits of living beings, creating boundless illusions, triggering inner demons, and silently eroding the soul and distorting cognition.]
Its power can directly affect the level of consciousness, rendering conventional physical and energy defenses largely ineffective.
It has initially formed a pseudo-godhood—"Nightmare".
With the enhancement of the "Spirit-Locking Forbidden Zone" and the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array," the range and intensity of mental erosion were greatly increased.
[Type: Myriad Corpses and Filth Mother]
[Level of cultivation: Unknown]
[Type: A super evil god of the filthy origin, born from the resentment of countless spirits, the most yin and foul blood, the poisonous miasma of the earth's lungs, and the unjustly killed women and children, collected by the Ghost-Controlling Liu family from ancient battlefields and nurtured for two cycles of sixty years in the Blood Pool of the Nine Netherworlds.]
Danger Level: ★★★★★★★★★★
[Note: Its form is unpredictable, often appearing as a giant spider or a mass of filthy blood. It can infinitely proliferate filthy flesh and bone derivatives, spewing soul-corroding poisonous miasma and rotting pus, and releasing a mental shockwave of wailing from all spirits.]
Wherever it goes, living beings become corrupted and distorted, the earth decays and collapses, and all things wither and return to nothingness.
Possessing the false divine status of "Filth".
Within the environments of the "Spirit-Locking Forbidden Zone" and the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array," the ability to generate filth and corrode is greatly enhanced.
To be honest, this was the most detailed description of an evil spirit that Lu Yuan had ever seen from the system's danger rating since he transmigrated.
It's so densely packed that you can't see it all.
There is an abundance of information.
Of course, there's no need to study it too much; it's not of much use to Lu Yuan right now.
The Thousand-Faced Nightmare!
Myriad bones are tainted by the mother!
Two super evil gods of the twentieth star level!
And then there's the unfathomable Liu Xuanyin, almost one with the evil formation, and the menacing Hu Huhu beside him—
And this damned "Spirit-Locking Forbidden Ground" and the "Nine Netherworld Refining God Array" prepared specifically for Gu Qingwan ———
Lu Yuan stared at the glaring twenty-star rating in his mind.
They could feel the terrifying aura emanating from those two evil gods, even though they had been weakened by the "Spirit Locking Ground," still pressing down on them like mountains.
Then I looked at those black and red dots of light, their condensation speed so slow it was almost despairing, as if they might completely disintegrate under the pressure of the evil god at any moment—
An unprecedented chill and suffocation gripped Lu Yuan's throat.
Liu Xuanyin stood quietly on the edge of that writhing darkness.
Those lifeless, grayish-white pupils were "looking" at Lu Yuan at the cave entrance from beginning to end, never looking away for even a moment.
His gaze held neither the greed of someone scrutinizing their prey nor the smugness of someone in control; it held only a pure, cold inquiry.
It was as if Lu Yuan was not a person, but an "object" that had malfunctioned and yet exhibited some unexpected characteristics.
A brief silence fell over the cave, with only the "Thousand-Faced Nightmare" and the "Mother of Ten Thousand Bones" slowly wriggling and dripping slime.
And the faint sounds emanating from the spiritual pollution and filth, and the almost inaudible "sizzling" sound of those black and red light spots still struggling to gather and merge.
The silence was oppressive and suffocating, like the last wisp of air frozen before a storm.
Finally, Liu Xuanyin spoke.
His voice wasn't loud; it was even a little low and hoarse, and he spoke slowly.
With an inhuman, monotone rhythm, every word entered Lu Yuan's ears with crystal clarity, yet it was so cold as to be devoid of any human emotion.
"Lu Yuan."
He called out Lu Yuan's name, as if confirming a label.
"What did you do to her?"
"Or rather, is there something about you that influenced her, catalyzed her, and turned her into what she is now—an existence beyond the norm?"
Liu Xuanyin's thin, needle-like gray-white pupils shifted slightly, seemingly focusing on Lu Yuan's face, trying to capture the slightest change in his expression.
"tell me."
The tone of the command was authoritative, yet still cold and devoid of warmth.
Lu Yuan sat silently cross-legged, his face pale and his lips tightly pressed together, ignoring Liu Xuanyin's questioning.
Without even glancing at Liu Xuanyin, Lu Yuan's gaze remained fixed on the black and red dots of light from beginning to end.
Despair?
Yes.
A despair that penetrates to the bone.
The disparity in strength, the intricate trap, the clear objective—everything pointed to an almost inevitable defeat.
He felt like a chess piece that had been thrown onto a chessboard, a piece he thought was important.
Only now did he realize that he was merely an insignificant "bait" used to lure the real "king" into the trap.
Lu Yuan hoped that Gu Qingwan wouldn't come.
Do not step into this carefully prepared trap designed to kill her.
But—is it possible?
The jade pendant is broken, the communication is established, and the coordinates are determined.
Since Qingwan has answered the call, she will never give up halfway.
She may be delayed or weakened, but she will definitely come.
And this feeling of knowing it's a trap, yet being forced to step into it because of oneself.
This added an overwhelming sense of guilt and helplessness to Lu Yuan's despair.
It was I who led her here.
So what else could Lu Yuan say?
What is the explanation for Liu Xuanyin?
beg for mercy?
Or should he angrily rebuke?
Meaningless.
In the face of absolute power and meticulous calculation, any language is pale and powerless.
Lu Yuan chose to remain silent, using his last bit of strength to maintain a facade of calm, even though his heart had long been submerged in a lake of despair.
Liu Xuanyin waited a few breaths, and seeing that Lu Yuan had no reaction and that his inhumanly stiff expression did not change at all, he seemed not to be surprised.
He simply lowered his hand slowly, his gray pupils regaining their pure, cold observation.
Since Lu Yuan refuses to provide information, we can wait until the "main body" arrives before "collecting" and "analyzing" it.
Time passed second by second in a suffocating silence and standoff.
Those black and red dots of light became more and more "effortful" and "smoother" as they coalesced.
The initial sense of sluggishness, as if viewing through thick frosted glass, is fading away at a slow but steady pace.
The merging of the light spots was no longer so stumbling, but began to appear in small areas, with rapid aggregation.
The scattered points of light began to connect and form small, rolling clumps of dark reddish-black mist.
Inside the cave, there was the sweet, cloying spiritual erosion originating from the "Thousand-Faced Nightmare" and the filthy, putrid stench of the "Mother of Ten Thousand Bodies".
It seemed to be under some kind of invisible suppression, no longer spreading as recklessly as before.
The enormous, twisted phantoms of the two evil gods seemed to slow their writhing in the darkness.
In their malevolent "gaze," there was a hint of instinct—warning?
Hu Huhu's expression grew even more solemn. He subconsciously took a small step back, as if he wanted to get away from the forming black and red mist.
Liu Xuanyin remained standing quietly, but the pupils of his gray-white eyes contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Lu Yuan's heart beat faster and faster as the black and red mist accelerated its condensation.
It wasn't hope, but a near-tragic, resolute acceptance of the end.
coming.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of arduous struggle, the anomaly occurred.
"Buzz—!!!"
A deep, resonant hum, seemingly echoing from the very depths of every living being's soul, carrying boundless majesty and indifference.
It suddenly exploded in the cave, which was sealed off by numerous restrictions!
It wasn't a sound, but a vibration of rules!
It is the lament of space!
Those scattered black and red mists, large and small, seemed like an iron-blooded legion that had heard the king's command, suddenly contracted inward and then exploded with a bang!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding light.
There was only a dense, impenetrable, pure black and red color, as if it could devour all light and life, like a blood-soaked Styx River bursting its banks.
It instantly filled the space at the cave entrance!
This black and red color is not simply fog.
It is thick, viscous, and slowly flowing, within which seem to be the birth and death of billions of stars, the rise and fall of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the silent roar of ancient desolation and cold majesty.
The moment it appeared, the gray "spirit-locking" mist that had filled the cave, the pure earth vein yin energy, the sweet spiritual erosion, and the filthy stench of decay—
Everything seemed to be "rejected," "suppressed," and "devoured" by this pure black and red!
The cave walls, covered with ancient runes and incredibly solid rocks, creaked under the weight of the dark red mist.
The surface was quickly covered with a layer of dark red, rust-like marks, which continued to corrode and spread deeper into the surface.
The invisible binding force of "Spirit Locking Ground" is like a venomous snake being burned by a red-hot iron.
It contracted and counterattacked frantically, fiercely confronting the black and red mist, emitting a silent, teeth-grinding sound of friction and annihilation at the level of rules.
The entire cave space began to fluctuate and distort violently and unstablely, as if it were about to collapse completely at any moment.
Amidst this terrifying spectacle of the world changing color and rules becoming disordered—
The core of that dense, dark red mist slowly contracted and condensed inward.
Ultimately, it outlined a tall, slender figure, yet exuding an endless majesty and icy stillness that transcended all things—
A red figure has descended!
Qingwan, you're here!
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