Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 775 - Chapter 775: Chapter 620: You, with Your Thick Eyebrows and Big Eyes

Chapter 775: Chapter 620: You, with Your Thick Eyebrows and Big Eyes

“This must be the previous Sword Master Funiu, but how could he be here?”

The person kneeling on the ground was an old man, who was not tall and imposing like the current Sword Master Funiu.

The expressions on his face and every pore were clearly discernible.

The old man had not died in agony, but his facial expression was bizarre, as if he had discovered something but couldn’t express it due to the end of his life.

“The first generation of ancestors who came to Everworld were greatly influenced by the Western rules; they could hardly change their own power and were always suppressed by the laws of Everworld.”

“Most of the time, they had to hide in the depths of the underground near the transport channels. Only there could they barely contend with the world’s rules by borrowing a bit of energy transmitted from the other side of the chasm.”

“They couldn’t leave there in most cases.”

“Additionally, that is also the burial ground for all ancestors, where they would enter when their lives were about to end.”

Sword Master Funiu’s face also held some doubt.

“How could the Different Space we entered lead to this place? Is it because of the chaos in energy and the overlay of spaces?”

Roger did not speak but instead looked up at the kneeling figure in the front, who was exceptionally tall.

He sensed something very familiar on that person, the Pale Blood belonging to the Western transcendents.

Strange, the man was dead, but the Pale Blood within his body still displayed vitality.

“How did they do it?”

Such a situation reminded Roger of the Elder of Shadows.

It wasn’t to say that the tall figure kneeling in front had powers comparable to the Elder of Shadows, but rather, when a person dies at sunrise and the lights are out, the Guardian Spirit and energy would vanish as well.

Yet in the Western World, the power of Pale Blood could always be preserved through certain avenues.

Roger slowly walked forward.

This place didn’t seem like merely a hideout, the strange postures, the strange door; Roger guessed it was very likely among the High Tier Transcendents of the Atlantean group in Everworld.

His gaze swept over the faces of the kneeling figures.

The closer to the front, the older the skeletons were, and the first few clearly lived beyond the maximal lifespan in Everworld.

This meant that this place must have existed for a very long time.

And their purpose…

was the door before them.

“Shall we continue?” Roger asked.

The expressions on Sword Master Funiu’s face changed constantly; he too had noticed the anomaly, and right now he stood before his own father.

“More than twenty years ago, my father’s life came to an end, and then he entered the family’s ancestral burial ground voluntarily, but now…”

Roger glanced over, his Spiritual Power probing into the other’s body.

A hundred and seventy-three years old.

This was the actual age of the bones of the previous Sword Master Funiu, which meant that after he left the Sword Pavilion to come here, he did not age and die as he had said.

Instead, he continued to live in this place for more than 20 years.

“But why?”

Sword Master Funiu raised his head and looked towards the door not far ahead.

“Continue forward.”

This place even held secrets unknown to Sword Master Funiu; he walked up to the door.

Simple and profound.

Roger narrowed his eyes; the door was carved with some strange patterns, part of which he could recognize, obviously belonging to the energy operation laws of the Western transcendental system.

“I’ll open it!”

Sword Master Funiu’s muscles bulged as he planted his feet firmly on the ground, the figure of a roaring great bear appearing faintly upon him. The entire space trembled as he stepped forward and struck the door with force.

Boom, boom!

The entire space trembled again; the door had seemed as if it were part of the space itself. Unexpectedly, as Sword Master Funiu’s power transferred out, the seemingly indestructible door cracked open.

However, behind the door was not any scene Roger had imagined, but rather a blur of bizarre light, a collage of faces and scenery.

Day and night, desert and ocean, all sorts of voices around his ears, and chaotic energy.

Hiss!

Frenzied energy surged out; Sword Master Funiu’s defensive power of Spiritual Power instantly collapsed. Roger was quick to act, slapping his palm onto Sword Master Funiu’s shoulder.

At the same time, the power of the Quinn Sword Seal burst forth. Roger immediately sensed the strangeness within the energy.

It was not the previous chaos, but rather pure Bloodline Power.

“Could the place on the other side be the Western World?”

Roger’s face changed dramatically, and at the same time, the defensive power on his body’s surface was in jeopardy. It was at that moment Sword Master Funiu finally regained his senses. His fists crossed, and an extremely broad Broad Sword appeared in front of him.

The blade was almost as wide as the waist of an ordinary adult, and atop the hilt was a roaring great bear.

This weapon in style was closer to the Western knights’ Broad Sword than the Swords and narrow swords from Sunrise.

Simultaneously, above Sword Master Funiu’s head, the beastly claw he had previously shown to Roger materialized out of thin air. Although his power had not increased, at that moment, Sword Master Funiu seemed connected to the surrounding environment and the earth itself.

He stood in front of Roger, and the ferocious power that struck him failed to make him budge.

In terms of defensive power, the Atlas Great Bear was indeed mighty. With his mind flickering, Roger’s eyes shone with brilliant light.

He had already received the heritage of the Funiu Sword Pavilion from Yuan Guanghai, and added to that the heritage of other schools from Miyanori Chiyoko. With the integration of the Hunter’s Cabin…