Silence. An abnormal silence. This was Kunlun, which should have been sacred and peaceful, but now it was like the Yellow Springs hell.
There was even an unusual aura. All around were patches of barren hills. There was no snow here anymore. And ahead, purple mist rose, dreamlike and illusory.
Luo Chen had only just entered when he detected the abnormality here. This made Luo Chen increasingly curious.
What exactly had happened at Kunlun? How could there be these terrifying auras?
They say purple qi comes from the east. Purple qi was originally the primal aura of Daoism. Once Yi Xi had seen Laozi travelling west at Hangu Pass. That was purple qi surging for three thousand li!
But now the purple qi here was strangely abnormal, carrying a demonic and evil aura. Such demonic things absolutely must not appear in a place like Kunlun Mountain, because the Dao lineage here, even if they did not emerge into the world, would not allow these unclean things to appear.
Luo Chen walked a few steps, then suddenly had a hair-raising feeling.
Because a person appeared ahead. To be precise, it was a corpse.
It was a middle-aged man wearing ancient Daoist robes. He was tall and large in stature, but his entire body was strangely withered. Waxy yellow skin, even somewhat blackish, wrapped around his bones. No flesh or blood. Clearly dead for a long time.
Moreover, Luo Chen looked at the style of the clothing. It seemed to be clothing from the Shang-Zhou period. Was this an ancient corpse from the Shang-Zhou period?
Although that waxy yellow skin looked withered, it nevertheless flowed with a crystalline lustre. Clearly this Daoist had been powerful in life. But now it seemed to have been contaminated by some strange aura, half evil, half sacred all over.
The Shang-Zhou period, that was another peak of Chinese mythology. The once world-conquering imperial Ji clan, the Jiang clan with the power to confer gods, and so on. That era might not have been legend, but truly had ancient great powers and great divine beings walking the world. Two ultimate Dao lineages, using the human world as a battlefield, unleashed a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering great battle! Even foreign Dao lineages participated.
Regardless of the outcome, the people of that era were absolutely powerful to the extreme. Luo Chen had once learned about this in the Immortal Realm. It was precisely that great battle of that era that caused Earth’s spiritual energy to rapidly wither. This also meant that after that battle, the remaining Dao lineages directly sealed their mountains and did not emerge into the world.
But undoubtedly, the cultivators of that era were the true cultivators, the true divine beings. So what made Luo Chen feel astonished was that the Daoist before his eyes should also have been a powerful one. How could he have been contaminated by this evil aura?
But before Luo Chen could figure it out, a “jie jie jie” cold laugh broke this oppressive silence.
Luo Chen and that Daoist corpse faced each other from afar. That Daoist corpse slowly opened its eyelids and twitched them. Within those hollow eyes, black smoke suddenly filled, looking strangely demonic.
The Daoist corpse moved, walking toward Luo Chen with stiff steps. A bronze longsword covered with green patina, but it dragged sparks on the ground.
In an instant, mountains and rivers changed. The scene before Luo Chen’s eyes changed. That was a massive river, but it was red. The river was full of fresh red blood. Above the river, corpses had turned white, some had even rotted.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” A Daoist half-squatted by the river, the bronze longsword in his hand grinding back and forth on a huge whetstone at his feet. The corner of his mouth revealed a strange, gloomy smile.
As his bronze longsword ground back and forth, between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a strange rhythm surging! It made one feel extremely oppressed and uncomfortable, also carrying panic. Because after grinding a couple of times, he would cut an ear from a corpse beside him and put it in his mouth to chew, as if eating with great relish, making crisp sounds.
If it had been anyone else, they would likely have been scared out of their wits by this scene before their eyes. But Luo Chen was very calm. This kind of scene was simply a small scene to him. He had once slaughtered an entire planet. Now it was merely a river of blood. How could he feel even a trace of fear?
That Daoist ground the longsword a few more times, then poured blood on it, and carefully examined the bronze longsword. Luo Chen simply walked directly to the Daoist’s side, then sat down and looked at the Daoist.
“You are actually not afraid?” The Daoist’s voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying a thick metallic aura.
Luo Chen did not answer.
“You are actually not afraid?” The Daoist continued asking, expressionless.
Luo Chen still did not answer.
“Why are you not afraid?” The Daoist’s sword ground faster and faster, already grinding out sparks.
“You should be afraid!” The Daoist said again.
Luo Chen still did not speak.
“You must be afraid!” The Daoist’s expression became increasingly twisted, increasingly terrifying!
“You must be afraid!” The Daoist roared, then fiercely chopped the longsword in his hand toward Luo Chen!
“Ding!” Luo Chen caught the Daoist’s longsword between two fingers, looking at the Daoist expressionlessly.
“Tell me, what happened?” Luo Chen slowly spoke.
“It came, all dead, they are all dead!” The Daoist muttered distractedly.
“What is it?”
“And who are they?” Luo Chen pressed.
“Dead, all dead, all living beings must die. Whether god or immortal, when it comes, all must”
“Die!” The moment the word “die” was spoken, Luo Chen’s brows furrowed. The sky above suddenly turned black, black clouds pressed down. At the same time, an extremely strange power attacked. The bronze longsword in the Daoist’s hand suddenly exploded with black sword light. Emitting a sword cry, it broke free from Luo Chen’s two fingers, and at the same time chopped out with one sword.
Luo Chen flashed violently. Boom. A distant great mountain range was instantly annihilated, turned to fine powder!
And at this moment, above Kunlun, the Daoist corpse before Luo Chen’s eyes chopped over with one sword. Luo Chen blocked with his arm. A booming sound. Mountain rocks exploded all around. The back of Luo Chen’s hand was even cut with a white mark. Afterwards, a line of blood actually appeared.
Luo Chen’s brows furrowed. How powerful his physical body was already went without saying. Yet it was actually cut with a line of blood. This was still the first time Luo Chen had been injured since his rebirth.
But Luo Chen smiled. One fist punched out, like qi piercing through the long rainbow. That Daoist corpse waved its sword to block, emitting a dull thud. The Daoist corpse retreated a few steps.
Afterwards, light condensed in Luo Chen’s hand. An ancient character condensed in Luo Chen’s hand. The moment this ancient character appeared, as if time itself was frozen. That was a “Seal” character.
This Daoist corpse’s strength was clearly about equal to Luo Chen’s. Only, it was after all an ancient corpse, and Luo Chen had too many methods. Even if its strength was about equal to Luo Chen’s, it was still not enough to contend with Luo Chen. After all, the previous life’s Luo Chen was someone who could overcome the superior from an inferior position. Among the same level, Luo Chen would never have an opponent.
Luo Chen wanted to investigate the secrets of this ancient corpse. What exactly was the “it” the ancient corpse spoke of? Why were all the gods and immortals of the Shang-Zhou period now nowhere to be seen? So Luo Chen simply planned to seal this ancient corpse.
Only, the moment this Seal character came out, a sudden change occurred!