bookcurios Chapter 1089 Soul Fire Pearl
Chapter 1089 Soul Fire Pearl
The secret realm of the North Sea.
The sea is shrouded in dark miasma year-round, and the waves carry a chill that has lasted for millennia as they crash against the shore. Only on the night of the full moon does the miasma briefly dissipate, revealing faintly shimmering bronze patterns deep beneath the sea—the entrance to a secret realm left behind by the ancient space god "Cang Mingzi," a forbidden land inhabited by wandering souls and ghosts.
Su Xiaoya and her two companions stood in mid-air, gazing at the boundless sea, and fell into silence.
So, is time fragmentation like making a movie, constantly switching shots and perspectives?
The crucial point is that, despite the three of them entering the secret realm together, they kept separating and reuniting, regardless of time or place...
If someone's willpower isn't strong, it could even lead to mental illness.
Can't we just have a complete main storyline?
Regardless of what the three of them were internally complaining about, Time Fragment continued to do as it pleased.
The miasma of Beihai dissipated rapidly like the receding tide. Su Mingyi brandished his Qingfeng sword, splitting the last wave like a dragon emerging from the sea, and landed lightly with Su Xiaoya on the bronze platform at the entrance of the secret realm.
The platform was covered with ancient runes. As the runes flickered, like the bright stars in the night sky, a pale blue spatial gate slowly appeared.
"Be careful, the spatial fluctuations here are unstable." Su Mingyi held the Qingfeng sword, observing his surroundings with the vigilance of someone facing a formidable enemy.
"There is a spatial loop in the outer layer of this secret place. Once you go in the wrong direction, you will be trapped here forever, as if you have fallen into a bottomless abyss."
Su Xiaoya nodded, answering as she took the Nine Yang Flower out of her storage bag.
The Nine Yang Flower, like a blooming golden flower, emitted a faint golden light, dispelling the surrounding Yin energy: "I will use the aura of the Nine Yang Flower as a marker, which should prevent me from falling into the cycle."
As the two stepped into the portal, the scene before them instantly became bizarre and fantastical.
Beneath my feet was a bluish-gray stone path, flanked by ancient buildings arranged in a staggered pattern. The doors and windows of these buildings were deformed like twisted ropes, and some walls were even embedded directly into the roof of another building. The sky was a hazy gray as if it had been splashed with gray paint, and the sun, moon and stars could not be seen. Only the occasional spatial cracks flashed by, like ferocious beasts, making a "sizzling" sound.
"Is this the Miasma City? It feels so eerie!"
Su Xiaoya couldn't help but frown and reached out to touch the wall beside her. The moment her fingertips touched it, the wall suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake. A dark shadow darted out of the wall like a ghost and rushed straight at Su Xiaoya's face.
"Watch out!" Su Mingyi reacted extremely quickly, drawing his Qingfeng sword like lightning, its light dancing like a silver snake as it slashed towards the dark figure.
The dark figure was none other than Shadow Phantom. After being struck by the sword light, it let out a shrill scream, like the mournful cry of a night owl, and then vanished in a wisp of black smoke.
“It’s a Shadow Demon, skilled in stealth and ambush.” Su Mingyi sheathed his flying sword, his expression grave. “There are quite a few monsters here. We need to speed things up and find the entrance to the middle level.”
The two walked along the stone path, constantly attacked by shadowy figures like ghosts. Su Xiaoya summoned the array flag and set up the "Nine Yang Gathering Spirit Array". The golden light covered the area like a golden sun, and the shadowy figures could not get close like mice seeing a cat.
But not long after, heavy footsteps came from ahead, and a dozen bone-rotten ghosts walked from the end of the street, their bone knives gleaming coldly, and the air was thick with the smell of corpses.
“With so many Corpse-Rotting Ghost Generals, a direct confrontation would definitely not work.” Su Xiaoya made a quick decision and took out a large number of spirit herbs from her storage bag. “I will set up an array to trap them, and you will be responsible for attacking their soul cores.”
Su Mingyi nodded in acknowledgment. The Qingfeng Sword, like a dragon emerging from the sea, drew a sharp arc in the air. The sword energy crisscrossed, like a sudden storm, forcing back the foremost bone-corroding ghost general.
Su Xiaoya swiftly set up the "Entangling Silk Formation" with fluid movements, and countless green vines sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, wrapping around the limbs of the Corpse-Rotting Ghost General like venomous snakes.
The Bone Demon roared deafeningly, struggling desperately. Its bone blade danced like a windmill, severing many vines, but more vines kept emerging like a tide.
"Now!" Su Mingyi leaped up like a bird, his Qingfeng sword infused with spiritual power, and like a streak of blue light, it pierced the chest cavity of a rotten bone ghost general with lightning precision.
With a crisp "crack," the soul core shattered like a mirror, and the Corpse Demon instantly collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, turning into a pile of white bones.
The two worked together seamlessly. Su Xiaoya's formation was like a net that trapped the ghosts, while Su Mingyi pounced on their weaknesses like a hungry tiger. After half an hour, they finally killed all the rotten bone ghost generals.
A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.
Just then, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the stone pavement began to crack like a spider web. Countless pale blue light spots gushed out from the cracks like a flood bursting its banks, converging into ferocious-looking wandering ghosts. They emitted sharp, piercing screechs and pounced on the two of them like evil spirits demanding their lives.
"It's a wandering spirit! Their soul fire can manipulate spatial fragments. Be extremely careful not to get touched." Su Mingyi made a decisive move, summoning his Qingfeng Sword. The sword energy pierced the sun like a rainbow, forming an indestructible barrier that blocked the wandering spirit's fierce attack.
However, the number of wandering spirits was so large that they were like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, and the barrier soon developed cracks like spider silk.
Su Xiaoya was extremely anxious and hurriedly activated the Nine Yang Flower. The Nine Yang Flower bloomed with dazzling golden light, like the rising sun. After being illuminated by the golden light, some of the wandering souls' soul fires became dim and their movements became much slower, like snails.
"The Nine Yang Flower can purify Yin energy and has a restraining effect on wandering souls, but it consumes too much of my spiritual power."
Just as the two were starting to feel their strength waning, an old yet loud voice suddenly rang out: "Young friends, I can lend you a hand, but after the matter is settled, you must give me half of the Soul Fire Pearl."
Before the words were finished, a white figure emerged from the spatial rift like a ghost. It was an old man with white hair, whose cultivation was unfathomable, and whose body emitted faint spatial fluctuations.
The old man called himself "Xu Chenzi," a carefree rogue cultivator who had been trapped in the outer layer of the secret realm for many years and longed to find an opportunity to enter the middle layer.
Su Mingyi and Su Xiaoya exchanged a glance, and after careful consideration, they agreed to Xu Chenzi's conditions.
Xu Chenzi summoned a spiritual treasure called the "Void Fan." With a wave of the fan, countless spatial blades flew out like arrows, annihilating most of the wandering souls. Upon seeing this, the remaining wandering souls fled back into the rift like startled birds.