Chapter 89 Something's not right. From the sect leader down to the disciples, everyone's like this...
Could it be that the disciples of the artifact cultivation world have gone mad from dealing with these speechless magical artifacts all day long?
Why are all the sect leaders and disciples behaving so abnormally?
The more Li Chen thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he wished he could leave this eerie place immediately.
But she still had important matters to attend to, and since she had come to this place, she would certainly not leave empty-handed. Now that everyone had left, it would be more convenient for her to investigate within the Biying Tower.
She descended the stairs, floor by floor, but found nothing unusual, not even the puppets in the Weeping Dew Pavilion.
She walked for an unknown amount of time before suddenly stopping, holding her breath, and listening intently. She could faintly hear the sounds of silver bells and music.
If even with her hearing, she could only hear them so faintly, it meant that these sounds were quite a distance away from her.
But when she ran around Biying Tower earlier, she also took the opportunity to look around. Biying Tower was surrounded by a large open space with at most a few trees and no buildings where people could hide. And now she was standing on the first floor of Biying Tower, where there was no one in sight.
She paused, lowered her eyelids, and slowly looked down at the ground beneath her feet.
Since it's not on the ground, then...
What about underground?
Since Li Chenjin retreated back into Biying Tower, the crowd standing in the open space outside had not heard any further noise, as if the person who had appeared out of nowhere and caused such a commotion in Biying Tower had vanished into thin air.
Just as everyone was hesitating whether to go in and take a look, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from inside the Biying Tower. Immediately afterwards, a burst of spiritual energy, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, rushed out from the Biying Tower, directly blasting the doors and windows on the first floor into countless fragments, which flew in all directions.
Disciples who were further away at most suffered a stinging sensation on their faces from the strong wind, but those who were closer were not so lucky. They were directly blasted backward and flew heavily to the ground, coughing up blood.
In the imaginations of those outside, Li Chen is probably currently dismantling things up inside the Biying Tower, displaying the style of the Sword God in his prime.
But in reality, if they were to enter Biying Tower at this moment and see Li Chenjin in person, they would be utterly astonished.
But the person who had smashed this huge hole was now kneeling on the ground, her hands barely supporting her body, veins bulging on her forehead, and blood that she couldn't swallow kept spilling from her mouth and dripping onto the ground.
Her brows were furrowed, her face deathly pale, as if she were enduring excruciating pain throughout her body. She coughed occasionally, and the blood she spat out contained small blood clots, making her look like she was about to die.
Li Chen breathed painfully, feeling a sharp pain in his lungs with each breath. But that pain was nothing compared to the excruciating pain of his spiritual meridians beginning to break.
Her body was no longer suitable for cultivation or for circulating spiritual energy, so she always avoided taking action whenever possible.
Now, Shen Zhengyuan has no idea what method he's using to make her go through all this trouble.
Could it be that the worse her physical condition gets, the easier it will be for those powerful figures in the alchemy world to repair her?
In short, she couldn't figure out those questions now, nor did she want to think about them. She simply took out a medicine bottle from her storage bag and poured out the few remaining pills inside.
This was the pain-relieving pill she used to take. It was specially made for her by the old monk Mingcun when he saw her banging her head against the wall in pain. To be honest, although the old monk Mingcun was a swindler, his medical skills were indeed excellent. This pill was extremely effective. It wouldn't be long before the pain throughout her body subsided after she took it.
Because she hadn't returned to the Zen meditation world for so long and hadn't gone to get medicine from the old monk Mingcun, she didn't have many pills left. She had been saving the few remaining pills and hadn't been able to bear to eat them. This time, however, she swallowed them all in one gulp, mixed with blood.
After the excruciating pain throughout her body gradually subsided and returned to a level she could barely bear, she slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from her lips with her still trembling hand, and looked down at the large hole she had smashed.
She forcefully summoned her spiritual power to suppress the remaining discomfort in her body, turned her head to spit out a mouthful of blood, and then leaped into the large hole.
The space beneath Biying Tower was vast and extremely high. Although she couldn't estimate exactly how many feet it was, it took her more than four or five breaths to finally reach the ground.
The underground was still completely dark, and there was no one in sight, but as she stood there, she could still hear some faint sounds, accompanied by the faint sound of silver bells.
The sound was like a low chant, or a mournful weeping, no different from what she had heard from above, as if those below had not heard the commotion on the ground.
Logically speaking, even if the noise she made upstairs couldn't be heard down here, the sound of her smashing through the ground and the falling debris would have been quite loud.
But the voices remained uninterrupted, either because they were all deaf or because they were used to it.
Speaking of which, people in the artifact cultivation world need to develop all kinds of magical artifacts. Once these artifacts are made, they naturally need to be tested for their effectiveness.
Although she had never personally witnessed anyone from the artifact cultivation world using magical artifacts, she had heard that from time to time, there would be some "extraordinarily talented" disciples in the artifact cultivation world who could create magical artifacts with the power of several tons of thunder and fire bombs, easily destroying entire blocks of houses in the artifact cultivation world.
Those who are even more "gifted" not only blow up houses, but also blow themselves up as well.
Those below must have been here for quite some time and must have heard various sounds from time to time. They've probably gotten used to it and assumed that this incident was caused by some "gifted" disciple from the weapon-cultivating world who had once again created a "thunderfire bomb."
She thought for a moment, then took out the longsword that Shen Zhengyuan had given her from the storage bag at her waist. Feeling in the dark, she held her breath and focused her mind, slowly moving forward in the direction of the sound.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, in this dark and deep underground, a glimmer of light finally appeared before her eyes.
She hid in the darkness, moving closer and closer to the light source. Soon, she discovered a half-open stone door, and the light was coming from that door.
She walked to the stone door and peered inside through the crack.
The first thing that catches the eye is a circle of cages of different sizes.
Those cages naturally contained people, including men and women, young and old, but without exception, everyone seemed to be bewitched by an illusion, their faces expressionless, neither struggling nor making a sound, like tamed lambs.
Above those cages hung lanterns, their warm light illuminating each cage.
Therefore, Li Chen could also clearly see the dozens of people guarding the cage, kneeling on the ground with their hands clasped together in reverence and piety, and chanting strange incantations in a low voice.
The direction in which they knelt was an open space enclosed by those cages, but the open space was pitch black, and they could not see anything or know what was inside.
Just as Li Chen was pondering how to sneak in silently, a blinding red light suddenly appeared in the center of the darkness.
As the people around began to kneel and worship, the red light gradually softened, and soon, a figure dressed in a gorgeous red dress slowly emerged from the darkness.
The woman wore a pale white mask. After emerging from the darkness, she began to dance, her body supple and boneless, her movements both eerie and beautiful, like a ritual dance.
As she danced, the chanting around her grew louder and louder, like the chanting in a temple, but instead of bringing peace and tranquility, it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression and eeriness.
The red light, along with her dance and the chanting of those around her, swirled around her and those around her, like a crimson serpent coiling and slithering, pondering which prey it would devour.
As the red light bypassed the cages, specks of eerie blue light were drawn from the seven orifices of the people inside. After the blue light was completely extracted from their bodies, it transformed into faces that were either crying or angry.
Those were the souls of those people who had been forcibly separated from their bodies.
As the souls departed their bodies, a series of mournful cries arose, accompanied by a red light that swept through every corner and every person in the stone chamber, spreading the desperate, mournful cries throughout every corner of the chamber.
But soon, as if bewitched, the mournful cries gradually transformed into sharp, eerie laughter, swirling around the dancing figure in the center, making that figure appear even more bizarre and beautiful.
Gradually, the red light became even more intense, so bright that people could hardly open their eyes.
Finally, the red light gathered behind the woman in the center, slowly forming a giant human face.
It was the face of the statue inside the Weeping Dew Pavilion, and it was also Li Chenjin's face.
As the eyes of that face slowly opened, its condescending gaze seemed to be scrutinizing the ants below who worshipped it.
Although he is called the "God Lord", he has no divinity, no compassion, and no emotion. He is as indifferent as an evil god who has long abandoned the seven emotions and six desires, but cannot hide the viciousness and murderous intent engraved in his bones.
The red light that had previously surrounded the face now seemed to have finally found its master, and like a venomous snake, it circled the huge human face several times.
After that face opened its mouth, the red light, carrying countless souls attached to it, meandered towards the slightly parted lips of that face.
The woman in the center continued dancing, and the people chanting around her continued chanting, but now they had straightened up and were staring intently at that face.
When it saw the red light carrying countless souls into its mouth, a twisted and satisfied smile appeared on its face.
Unfortunately, before the giant human face could devour the red light and soul, a sharp white light pierced through the air, penetrating the human face and shattering it.
After the human face disappeared, the red light that had surrounded them also dissipated. The souls, with nowhere to belong, returned to their respective bodies and vanished without a trace, just like the red light.
Before anyone could react or know what had happened, a loud "bang" was heard, and the heavy stone door was kicked open!
Author's Note: In the world of weapon repair: Good job dismantling it!
Xiao Li: ? Are you guys alright??
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