Chapter 87: The God of War in the Upper Realm
Chapter 87: The God of War in the Upper Realm
Inside the ice cave, there was only the sound of the howling wind and snow outside.
No one answered Bu Xingjin's question. He looked at Qing Yan, who was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his pale face.
It looks like he is in a trance, isolated from everything outside.
Bu Xingjin didn't ask any more questions. He retracted his gaze, walked to the cave entrance, and sat down against the ice wall, the Blood River Knife across his knees, guarding the people inside.
Time passed little by little, the sky outside the cave turned from dark to pitch black, the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and the ice chips were rolled up and hit the barrier at the entrance of the cave, making a rustling sound.
I don't know how long it took before I heard a slight noise behind me.
"I am Qing Yan, the God of War from the Upper Realm, the Immortal Realm of Longevity."
The voice sounded calmly as if it was talking about someone else, but it made Bu Xingjin's back stiffen.
He turned around suddenly and saw Qing Yan had opened his eyes. Those eyes were bright in the dim light, without the usual coldness, leaving only an indescribable tiredness and dead silence.
Bu Xingjin opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Mars.
These two words hit Bu Xingjin's heart, making him feel like his breathing stopped for a moment.
Qing Yan's voice remained steady as he continued, "I control the artifact 'Mirror of Samsara' and discovered that the Divine Lord was secretly devouring the world's essence to maintain his position. As a result, the current Divine Lord sent three divine generals to hunt me down."
Bu Xingjin's heart skipped a beat.
He recalled the dream he had in Amaterasu, in which Qing Yan was besieged by three dark shadows. Only then did he realize that it was not a dream at all.
His hand gripping the Blood River Knife tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
Qing Yan looked at him and said, "I was severely injured. My soul and my life-saving magic weapon, the 'Green Lotus Sword', were shattered. Only a remnant of my soul was lucky enough to attach itself to a branch of the Jianmu tree and fall to the lower realms, becoming the small tree you see. Luo Tianmen is one of the minions of the God Lord that are spread across the various realms. They found me this time because my aura leaked out when I was repairing the sword, and was captured by the 'Soul Chasing Disk' that the God Lord left in the lower realms."
Bu Xingjin finally understood everything.
Why can Qing Yan’s injuries only be cured by the spiritual energy he gained when he upgraded? Why does he always have to hide his strength even though he is obviously very strong?
It turns out he has so many things on his shoulders.
A fire started burning in Bu Xingjin's heart, directed at the high and mighty God who did not take human life seriously.
He didn't say anything, just stood up, walked back to Qing Yan and sat down again.
"Is your injury serious?" Bu Xing'jin asked, his voice a little hoarse.
Qing Yan shook his head: "I won't die."
He looked at the concern and anger in Bu Xingjin's eyes, and finally there was a hint of warmth in those dead eyes.
Neither of them spoke again.
Some things are self-evident without words. From the moment Bu Xingjin chose to risk his life for him, they had already stood on his side.
Bu Xingjin also sat down cross-legged, swallowed a few healing pills, and began to regulate the turbulent qi and blood from the previous battle.
He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the scenes of his fight with Luo Tianwei and Qing Yan's final amazing sword strike.
Although he could not understand the power of the laws contained in that sword, he felt deeply touched.
The spiritual energy within his body circulated automatically, and the golden elixir in his dantian spun rapidly, each beat more powerful than the one before. The life-and-death battle with Luo Tianwei, coupled with the impact of Qing Yan's identity, had begun to loosen the bottleneck that had stuck him at the peak of the golden elixir realm.
A powerful spiritual energy emanated from him and spread in all directions.
Qing Yan sensed something was wrong and opened his eyes, only to see that spiritual energy was running around Bu Xingjin, who was trying to reach the Spirit Severing stage.
He did not make any noise to disturb him, but simply put down a barrier to cover the entire ice cave to prevent Bu Xingjin's breakthrough aura from leaking out.
Bu Xingjin had no idea what was happening outside, and all his thoughts were focused on breaking through.
He could feel that his spiritual consciousness was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to float out of his body and merge with the world.
He saw the tracks of the wind and snow and heard the breathing of the glacier.
After an unknown amount of time, the golden elixir in his dantian made a "crack" sound and cracks appeared on it.
The next moment, the golden elixir shattered, transforming into pure spiritual energy that washed over his entire body. And in the place where the golden elixir had been, a miniature figure that looked exactly like Bu Xingjin slowly opened its eyes.
In the early stage of distraction, it was done.
A sense of power several times stronger than before filled his whole body. Bu Xingjin let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.
At the moment he completed the breakthrough, the black ring that had been worn on his finger suddenly became hot, and a faint light lit up from inside.
A phantom of a square seal covered with runes floated out of the ring and hung in front of the two of them.
"You have finally reached the stage of distraction. If it were any later, I would have fallen asleep." An old voice came from the seal, a little impatient.
It was the tomb spirit that had been sleeping for a long time, the Seven Treasures Red Mysterious Seal.
Qing Yan looked at the seal with some surprise. He could sense that it was of a very high grade, not something that belonged in the lower realms.
"Senior, you're awake." Bu Xingjin's eyes lit up.
"Nonsense! How could I not wake up after making such a big noise?" The tomb spirit snorted and circled around Bu Xingjin. "Hey, your soul... is really strange. It doesn't fit in with this world, but it fits in quite well. No wonder that thing chose you."
Bu Xingjin's heart moved, and he immediately asked, "Senior, do you know the origin of my system?"
"System?" The tomb spirit paused, then immediately understood. "You mean the leaf tied to your soul? It's the leaf of the 'World Tree'. It fell from the upper realm with that guy back then. By sheer luck, it's become bound to your soul from another world."
The tomb spirit's seal pointed at Qing Yan next to it.
World Tree!
Bu Xingjin's head buzzed.
Qing Yan's pupils also shrank suddenly. Jianmu and the World Tree were both divine objects from the creation of the world.
The tomb spirit's voice was tinged with emotion. "The purpose of this leaf is to absorb the energy between heaven and earth, transforming it into the purest source of life. It has a fatal attraction to all plants and spirits in the world, especially sacred trees like Jianmu, which are a great tonic. That's why you can cure him by upgrading."
He looked at Qing Yan, and Qing Yan was also looking at him. When their eyes met, they understood everything.
It turns out that from the very beginning, their destinies were closely tied together.
"Okay, okay, I've said everything I need to say. I'm going to continue sleeping. Don't bother me before the fusion period." The tomb spirit yawned, and with a flash of light, it retracted into the ring and was silent.
The ice cave became quiet again.
Neither Bu Xingjin nor Qing Yan spoke, but the atmosphere between them was completely different from before.
Their enemy is the same.
Qing Yan's injuries healed about 70% under the effect of the elixir, and Bu Xingjin also stabilized his cultivation level in the Spirit Severing Stage.
The two left the ice cave without further delay.
The wind and snow outside had stopped and the sky was bright.
The two of them determined the direction and flew deeper into the Far North according to the map given by Liu Liyue.
After flying for another half a day over the vast ice field, a glacier that looked like it was made of ice and souls appeared on the horizon.
That is the Soul-Splitting Glacier.
There was a grayish-white ice mist floating around the glacier, which could block spiritual consciousness. Even the eyes of a cultivator could not see things ten feet away.
"The map says that the side door is in a crack in the ice under the glacier." Bu Xingjin looked at the map and started searching at the foot of the glacier.
Soon, he found a crack under a cliff that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
The crack was bottomless, and gusts of cold wind blew out from it, as if it led to the underworld.
The two men looked at each other, and one in front and one behind, they slipped into the crack.
After walking down the crack for about a thousand feet, a huge underground ice cave appeared before our eyes.
At the end of the ice cave is a bronze door, covered with rust and engraved with various hideous evil spirits.
A heavy and resentful atmosphere came out from behind the door.
We’ve arrived at the Sword Burial Cave.
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