Chapter 722 Yunmeng Town

A trace of pain flashed across her eyes, but she still forced a smile, took out a warm red ring from her sleeve, and gently placed it in his palm.

"Here, keep it safe for me. Wait for me to come back and get it with me in good condition."

She tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips, "When I come back, tell me the secret you kept from me."

After saying that, Luo Li once again injected spiritual power into the cross-border talisman. In an instant, the void trembled and a crack opened.

She stepped in without hesitation, her figure gradually blurred in the crack. Under the moonlight, Di Xuanming only felt the warmth in his palm, and the ring seemed to still retain her temperature.

The wind blew around him, causing his clothes to flutter. He stared deeply at the place where the crack closed, as if he wanted to imprint that figure in his heart.

In the darkness of the night, everything was silent, and he seemed to be the only one left standing there. Everything around him seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the heavy longing and waiting in his heart.

Di Xuanming looked at the disappearing figure and said softly, "When you come back, I will tell you everything."

Ling Yu's expression was cold. "In that case, you should leave the Zhutian League first."

Emperor Xuanming didn't say much, just nodded and said, "If A'li comes back, please let the leader know."

Lingyu nodded and motioned him to leave.

On the other side, the spiritual world.

In the spiritual world, soft sunlight sprinkles lightly on the deep bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves hum softly in the wind, as if whispering.

A pale purple figure fell in the middle. It was Luo Li. Her brows were furrowed and her body was covered with scars of varying depths.

In the sunlight, Luo Li's lavender dress was stained with blood. She lay on the ground covered with bamboo leaves, like a withered violet.

The breeze blew by, gently swaying her scattered hair, and interweaving with the rustling of bamboo leaves into a sad ballad.

Her breathing was weak and rapid, and her chest rose and fell with every breath. The scars were even more shocking under the sunlight, like a series of hideous scars, recording the hardships and difficulties she had encountered along the way.

Luo Li was protected by the golden barrier of the Tower of Gods. Black air filled the air around her, like a rolling sea of ​​ink. From time to time, strange ripples spread out, but the sleeping person was unaware of it.

There seemed to be countless distorted faces hidden in the black air, and they let out silent roars, trying to break through the light curtain.

Suddenly, Luo Li opened her eyes, half-sitting up and taking a deep breath. She looked around fiercely, "Is this... the spirit world?"

She looked at the black air around her and narrowed her eyes. A faint purple light rose from her palm and connected with the barrier. In an instant, the golden light became stronger and forced the black air back several feet.

She swallowed a pill and adjusted her breathing for a while, and her breathing became stable. The injuries on her body were only superficial and she was now fully recovered.

Luo Li's figure flashed, and she was already at the edge of the bamboo forest. She stared at the outside world. Black air surged like a tide, and within it, ferocious ghostly figures could be vaguely seen, fangs and claws bared, as if ready to break free from their restraints at any moment.

Luo Li lightly tapped her fingertips, and her soul power turned into a sharp sword, cutting through the void and slashing towards the most turbulent black energy. Wherever the sword light passed, the black energy seemed to be burned by the scorching sun, emitting a shrill scream and disintegrating.

For a moment, at the edge of the spiritual world, purple-gold light and black air intertwined, like a doomsday battlefield, thrilling.

In the distance, someone soon noticed something was wrong. A young girl frowned and said, "I'm afraid someone has been killed. Come with me and take a look!"

Someone whispered, "But Grandpa Ling..."

The girl gritted her teeth and said, "The others have already gone, let's go over there first!"

"yes!"

Outside the bamboo forest is a small forest. The black air is getting thicker and thicker, as if even the sky is obscured, leaving only depression and despair.

Luo Li's heart trembled. Could it be that the situation in the spiritual world has become so bad?

She lowered her eyes and thought, forget it, now she should first look around to see if there are any residents from the spiritual world nearby.

In the surrounding darkness, there were occasionally a few tiny lights flickering, like lost souls wandering helplessly.

Suddenly, a faint cry for help penetrated the thick darkness and came faintly from not far away.

Luo Li's eyes focused, and her body instantly accelerated. She passed through layers of dense jungle and saw a ragged old man being entangled by a rolling black air. His face was distorted, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

A flash of inspiration passed by, and a crystal clear sword filled with purple-gold light condensed in Luo Li's hand. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and circles of gentle but firm light rippled out, forcing the black air approaching the old man back several feet.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes flashed with hope, and he tried to break free from the restraints with trembling hands.

Luo Li leaped lightly, and her long sword cut through the night sky, leaving behind a series of brilliant sword shadows, and finally safely brought the old man into the protective circle of the barrier.

She checked the old man's condition, pinched his chin and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

After a while, the old man woke up slowly, with confusion still in his eyes, but he was attracted by the strange purple-gold light around him.

He found himself in a barrier with golden light flowing through it. The black air from the outside world was kept out by this light, like a shadow under the scorching sun, which could only shrink and escape.

Luo Li's figure was looming in the light, her face outlined by the purple-gold light, soft and sacred, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

The old man's gaze fell on the long sword in her hand. The sword seemed to contain the righteousness of heaven and earth, and every ray of light contained unspeakable power.

He immediately saw that the girl was an outsider, but the people in the spirit world always had clear minds. He said directly, "This gentleman is not from my spirit world, right?"

"That's right," Luo Li had no intention of hiding anything. She wanted to make a quick decision this time. "I'm from the Myriad Beasts Continent. I'm here to find the High Priest of the Spirit World."

"People from the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent," the old man breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were not from the gods.

He stood up and bowed, "Thank you for saving me, sir."

"It's just a piece of cake." Luo Li looked around, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

"My name is Ling Hai," the old man introduced himself and continued, "This is Yunmeng Town, a small town in the northernmost part of the Spirit World."

"The northernmost part?" Luo Li blinked. "Excuse me, where is the High Priest of the Spirit Realm now?"

"The High Priest?" The old man laughed. "The High Priest is naturally in Twilight City all year round. If you're looking for the High Priest, why did you come to Yunmeng Town? Yunmeng Town is remote. Even the Emperor is half a moon away from Twilight City."

"Half a moon?" Luo Li's lips twitched. Who knew that the cross-border talisman would land in such a remote place!

She pressed her forehead and thought, "Well, since we're here, let's send this old man back to Yunmeng Town first."

She glanced sideways, "Is Yunmeng Town nearby?"