Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 821 - 642: Extreme Path_2

Chapter 821: Chapter 642: Extreme Path_2

Recalling the piercing loneliness he had once felt from his bloodline, Yuan Guanghai immediately realized something.

"What exactly happened to the Funiu Sword Pavilion..."

Piecing together everything he had seen earlier on the road, Roger grasped that this was no mere consequence of a few Divine Masters attacking.

One person came to mind.

The Tengu Divine Master.

"Follow me!"

The scenery blurred by at an incredible speed. Before long, Roger arrived at the base of Qinglu Mountain. Up close, he could feel the profound transformation of the entire peak—the collapse had not yet ceased. Closing the distance further, it felt to him as if what had been destroyed was not merely a mountain.

But rather a person waiting for death.

"Who’s there?"

A few figures blocked Roger and his companion’s path. Looking up, their appearance reminded Roger of creatures he had once seen in the Land of Eternal Darkness.

But in this moment, he didn’t intend to engage in any conversation. With a forceful command in his heart, he broke through the barrier relentlessly, charging directly into the ruins of Qinglu Mountain!

"Kill them!"

A brutal voice echoed, but before the words had completely left its speaker’s mouth, that burly figure was torn to pieces—and so were those around him.

Roger pressed forward. Behind him lay a scene of blood-soaked brilliance.

Moments later, a snowy-white figure appeared in midair and then transformed into a streak of light, landing back on Roger’s shoulder.

"All taken care of,"

Uma replied softly.

Roger said nothing. Following the memories within him, he climbed to what had once been the summit of Qinglu Mountain.

Ruins.

The glory of the past had vanished, and Roger could no longer identify his position based on his memories. All he saw before him was devastation.

And thick, indelible bloodshed.

This was not the result of fierce battle, but a one-sided slaughter.

"It’s the power of space. It really is him."

Confirming his suspicions, Roger’s heart sank.

He understood why he had never received any messages from Sword Master Funiu.

If others had attacked the pavilion, it might have been able to mount some defense, having been prepared in advance. But if the one who had come was truly the Tengu Divine Master—

Then they...

"Were they afraid of implicating me?"

To be honest, Roger’s first mission at the Funiu Sword Pavilion had hardly been pleasant. At that time, his strength was lacking, and all he really had to his name was the title he carried.

During the mission, he faced much hostility and difficulty.

However, over time, as he gained deeper understanding, he began to appreciate the hardships and sacrifices of the Atlas Bloodline Heirs.

While there may have been mistakes, Roger couldn’t judge their choices for survival from his own perspective.

Later, during an expedition into the Different Space, Roger earned the respect of Sword Master Funiu through his growing strength, forging an unlikely friendship as events unfolded.

Finally, after acquiring a portion of Nekomata’s power, Roger launched a powerful counterstrike, becoming the Savior of the Funiu Sword Pavilion and unlocking new traits.

"These people..."

His heart grew inexplicably heavy.

Perhaps this was simply the inherent nature of the Atlas Great Bear.

He turned to look at Yuan Guanghai: "Are there any survivors here?"

Yuan Guanghai shook his head solemnly.

"All I can feel is dense bloodline power, but this energy—it’s lifeless."

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

From the distant sky came the sound of wind being split. Roger raised his gaze, noticing silhouettes drawing near. As they approached the perimeter of Qinglu Mountain, however, they automatically halted.

They seemed repelled by the bloodline power enveloping the mountain.

"I’ll go kill them!"

Yuan Guanghai’s face twisted into a feral snarl.

"It’s pointless," Roger stopped him coldly.

Looking down at the shattered earth and crumbling mountain, Roger sighed in lament.

Last time he left, he had felt some unexplainable emotions stir within him. He never anticipated that upon his return, he would be greeted by this chaos.

With his feet sinking into soft soil, he seemingly felt Qinglu Mountain’s mood.

Thump, thump, thump!

His heartbeat quickened. It was then that Roger suddenly realized something. Quickly, he opened the notice board—it showed that the traits bestowed by Sword Master Funiu still existed.

Following the rhythm of the earth, Roger’s senses expanded. In an instant, it was as though he had entered a strange space. As the first spark of fire ignited, it rapidly spread outward.

One after another, those clusters of abandoned bloodline power began to connect faintly amidst their apparent chaos.

And all those connections pointed in one direction.

That place!

Roger’s eyes gleamed.

In the next moment, he struck Yuan Guanghai on the shoulder, and both of them vanished abruptly, reappearing within the crevices of the terrain, deep inside the mountain.

Resonating with the frequency, Roger entered the interior of Qinglu Mountain.

Meanwhile, as the two vanished, others near Qinglu Mountain took notice.

"Who are they?"

"Go notify the Divine Master!"

Someone shouted.

Rustle, rustle!

The surrounding mountain pressed in from all sides, the earthy air filling their lungs. But soon the scenery altered drastically as Roger arrived at the place where Sword Master Funiu had once taken him.

And then, he saw a broken figure.

Sword Master Funiu.

Calling it "a person" was merely stretching the definition.

Rock, soil, flesh—different materials fused together, crudely forming a semblance of a human shape.

Bloodline power crisscrossed the surroundings, making it clear that without these forces keeping him together, the figure before Roger would likely have already perished.

No—perhaps he was already dead.

What lingered now was merely fragmented thoughts.

Or an unyielding refusal to fade away.

In addition to the bloodline energy encircling him, Roger detected chaotic energy belonging to cursed items.

If this were the Western World, given enough time, the entire Qinglu Mountain might have transformed into another Cursed Land.

"It’s... it’s the Sword Master!"

Yuan Guanghai’s emotions were complex.

He held both love and resentment for Qinglu Mountain, but unlike Red Sparrow, he didn’t unleash his feelings to extremes. Seeing his once-familiar home destroyed, and those he had known all slain, all Yuan Guanghai felt now was sorrow.

"Kitagawa..."

With Roger’s current strength, he was easily deemed equal to the Floating Sword Master.

"You should have informed me."

Roger’s gaze was weighty.

"Inform you for what purpose?"

"To die alongside us?"

The grotesque amalgamation stirred, answering Roger’s question.

"Is there any way to save you?"

Roger asked.

"There is, but it’s unnecessary."

Sword Master Funiu responded.

"You shouldn’t have come. You should not be here."

He repeated this over and over.

"That man is strong. Incredibly strong."

"He’s already reached the limits of what this world can contain. We are no match for him."

"Perhaps no one is."

"This is the law of the Transcendent World..."

As Sword Master Funiu spoke, the surrounding bloodline energy shifted, replaying before Roger’s eyes the events atop Qinglu Mountain not long ago.

Roger witnessed Sword Master Funiu’s battle, his struggle, and the deaths of Miyanori Chiyoko and others.

And the overwhelming force of the Tengu Divine Master.

Roger had to admit—to compare this being with Ran’ei Divine Master and the others was futile. The Tengu Divine Master was vastly superior.

Furthermore, it was evident that the strength he exhibited then was far from his peak.

"Leave here. You killed Ran’ei Divine Master—he will surely come for you."

Sword Master Funiu repeated.

What remained before Roger was only a fragment of consciousness. The true Sword Master Funiu had perished in the battle, long since gone.

But the immense bloodline power collected in this place prevented rest—it preserved Sword Master Funiu’s last traces. Were he alive now, he would never have escaped the Tengu Divine Master’s hunt.

The clearest sign was his complete disregard for Yuan Guanghai’s presence.

Cr-cr-cr!

The patched-up body began to writhe—flesh, soil, and stone separating, leaving only a fractured head.

The remnants of Sword Master Funiu’s physical matter.

His consciousness sharpened unnaturally.

With his sole remaining eye, he stared at Roger, "My friend, do me one last favor."

"Say it."

"Kill me, then leave this place!"

Roger did not answer immediately. Locking his gaze onto the ruined head, he saw fatigue in Sword Master Funiu’s single eye.

He was propelled only by the surrounding bloodline power—not by his own will.

"Alright!"

Roger nodded, but then followed with: "I’ll only grant your first request."

"But not only will I refuse to leave—I’ll actively seek him out."

"The Tengu Divine Master is a being who has reached the limits of the Everworld."

"But what if I’ve reached those limits too?"

Roger’s gaze burned, his eyes blazing with a piercing radiance!