Chapter 61 Dark Ghost
Qiao Yangrun looked at Shang Siding with disdain and took two steps to the side. Shang Siding didn't care either, but put the brain-sucked corpse into the storage bag.
"Kill...what does this mean?"
"This was all thought up by Junior Brother Qiao. When you saw the vortex appear before, the fog was much thicker than it is now?"
Qiao Yangrun was fine, but Shang Siding showed off and became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Anyway, before he came here, he was whispering to Senior Brother Qi about something like spiritual perception and mist, and he immediately slaughtered a group of people as soon as he landed. Hey! You didn't see the scene. Junior Brother Qiao's magic weapon somehow chopped off a row of heads without even a drop of blood on his body. He really is a hidden talent. Why didn't you show off your skills before?"
The last sentence seemed to be thrown to Qiao Yangrun casually. Luo Xuanyi couldn't help but look at him. She saw that his expression was curious and his body was natural, but the spiritual energy in his body was always ready to be mobilized quickly.
Qiao Yangrun rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to his exaggerated words. Anyway, I have roughly thought of a way to crack this place, and a lot of it is thanks to the incense you provided. Let's talk while we walk."
As they moved, the incense burned rapidly, and the impurities turned into ashes and fell into Lu Kewei's hands. The moment it touched his skin, it disintegrated until it returned to a state of spiritual energy.
"Where are we going? This place is completely unorientable."
"I can't find them, but there's no need to. This fog only confuses my spiritual sense when it's thick in the lower areas. I only need to fly high up and use my spiritual sense to detect those scattered disciples. I only need to kill fifty more of them."
Spiritual consciousness is a realm that Luo Xuanyi has not yet touched. The sea of consciousness will not open until the Golden Core Stage. The realms of cultivators sometimes do not represent their true strength, but there will be a gap in vision with every major realm difference. Such a hard gap must be filled by many means. This is why many people want to practice quickly even if they can cross the realm to kill the enemy.
Luo Xuanyi hadn't suffered from the gap in spiritual awareness yet, and her vision far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. So, while she appeared to be obedient and fearful of the four Jindan-stage masters, she was actually calmly analyzing the situation.
"Whose turn is it this time? Junior Sister Yi hasn't reached the Golden Core stage yet, and her spiritual consciousness hasn't opened yet—me again? Last time, I was the only one who encountered that damn golden light!"
Qiao Yangrun sneered, "You're really lucky, I'd love to see it with my own eyes."
Qi Mingzhe held down the screaming Shang Siding and put the small piece of incense in Lu Kewei's hand into his. He smiled at Luo Xuanyi and said, "Junior Sister Yi, please help me. Do you still have the Mingtai wine you made earlier? Give a portion to this guy."
Seeing him completely unfazed by his deliberate antics, Shang Siding had no choice but to accept it. He raised his head, drank the Mingtai wine, and soared into the air, quickly disappearing into the mist. Qi Mingzhe handed the prepared sound transmission talisman to Luo Xuanyi. "Remember to ignore him, or he'll start arguing all the way."
As soon as she took the sound transmission talisman, the red cinnabar marks on the yellow talisman paper immediately flowed onto the back of Luo Xuanyi's hand like water dissolving in water. Then, Shang Siding's clear voice followed. "Go to your left! Damn, Mingtai is drunk too much, the sound of the burning fire is irritating my ears!"
Qi Mingzhe and others went in the direction Shang Siding said, and as they walked, they slowly told what happened after they came here.
"...Anyway, we discovered through the residue left by burning incense that the mist here is made up of treasures stored by corpses for over ten thousand years, and this place is a storage jar. When the jar is full, a vortex will appear at the exit, sucking in the mist."
"Although we still don't know the true nature of the golden and red lights, they might be some mechanism that helps create the contents of the jar. The phantoms imitating fellow disciples that frequently appear in the fog likely serve the same purpose. We're lucky. The jar in my previous memory was actually full, and even after sending a group away, it's still close to full, but it still needs another 100 or 200 people. A group of advance team members died earlier, and another group of vanguards died. Based on the information provided by Senior Brother Qi, I calculated that we only need about a hundred deaths, at most 150, before the vortex appears again."
"As long as it appears, it will be much easier. I got a magic weapon from my master that can fix the direction, but the conditions for using it are quite harsh."
Lu Kewei naturally took the incense from Luo Xuanyi's hand. Perhaps because there were so many people, they didn't encounter any phantoms along the way.
Luo Xuanyi found it odd. If the red and gold lights were truly intended to transform the cultivators into stored contents, then what was the point of the red light she'd seen dispersing the fog? Furthermore, according to Qiao Yangrun, the existence of the red and gold lights and the painting on the ground could be completely ignored. This seemed more like an uncertain shortcut than a proper method.
Remembering that Shang Siding had just said that he had seen golden light once, Luo Xuanyi was a little curious about whether the effect of the golden light was the same as the red light in the previous intelligence, and couldn't help asking Shang Siding.
"What exactly is the golden light? Brother Shang, have you seen it clearly?"
Qiao Yangrun speechlessly covered the cinnabar mark on the back of his hand with talisman paper to reduce the mental pollution caused by Shang Siding's loud voice.
"Oh! Let me tell you, that golden light looks like the picture of a woman my senior brother drew. Her shoulders and fingers are all round, just like a round ball! It's just that it was moving so fast that it only looks like a long strip!"
The Qi Mingzhe interrupted: "I've told you so many times, that's just your illusion."
"Tsk, you're bringing up the memories your master gave you again. I only believe what I saw with my own eyes, okay?"
"That golden light was only three sword strikes away from me. My magic weapon had been thrown away and turned into mist, but I couldn't see it clearly? If it wasn't for its too strong spiritual pressure, I would have hit it several times. It is definitely a divine weapon - Oh, I see it, it's Xiao Ding. Don't move, he's walking towards us. Hey, Xiao Ding -"
Ding Yu finally reunited with them through the mist. Compared to the restaurant, he now carried a massive coffin on his back. The rotten wood was so damaged that the interior was almost visible, obscured by something mysterious. From within the coffin came a series of knocks, like knocks on a door.
He did not light any lamps or incense, but wherever he passed, the fog parted as if to avoid him.
He lifted and lowered the coffin behind him with one hand, and the knocking on the door inside became more urgent.
"Brother Qi, Brother Qiao, we're all here."
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