Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 625 - 620: Courage 6

Chapter 625: Chapter 620: Courage 6

"Gone?"

Feng Huai reached out and touched the snowy ground where Song Danhao and the others had worked.

"There’s nothing within a ten-mile radius."

"It must be some sort of special mechanism or secret passage nearby." Deputy Zheng Rong frowned, "I’ve heard that the courage of the Snowman King lies within the ancient and long-standing Void Palace. Those without great courage or pure intentions can’t lift it."

"The Void Palace, heh, luckily I came prepared." Feng Huai chuckled coldly, pulling out a small bracelet made of Seven-Colored Beads from his chest.

"Brother Lin, I need half a day to activate it." He turned to look at Lin Xin, who was following behind.

"No problem, I’ll go clean up the snowmen around us."

Lin Xin nodded as Song Danhao and the others departed, and the faint roars of snowmen could once again be heard in the vicinity.

With a slight leap, he swept towards the distant snowy field at the side.

Just exerting a bit of force, he had already left Feng Huai and the others behind.

In a dark corner ahead, snowmen over two meters tall emerged one after another, fearlessly rushing towards Lin Xin.

Lin Xin didn’t even look, his sword hilt blurred for a moment, and the snowmen around him instantly shattered, turning into a snow powder that scattered on the ground.

While walking casually, he circled the area he had passed before, then returned to where Feng Huai and the others were.

Feng Huai was busy arranging the colorful beads, etching strange and ancient Formation Talisman patterns on the ground.

The rest of the team was on guard and helping with the patterns, but it didn’t seem to be of much use.

With nothing else to do while waiting, Lin Xin decided to study how many Attributes the snowmen here actually had.

Closing his eyes, he looked down in his field of vision.

The row of data with Free Attribute Points indeed had changed.

From the original 2478, it had increased to 2486, a total increase of eight points.

"In reality, I’ve only slain a dozen or so snowmen, the rest were not killed due to my lack of using the Purifying Force. Even so, to get eight points of Attributes, it’s really not bad."

Lin Xin then looked at other aspects, Green Yuan Decision Fifth Rank Third Level, averaging four attributes at 8102 points, accumulating four thousand Free Attributes would allow another average increase of a thousand points.

"Just don’t know how much of an Attributes gap there is from Fifth Rank to Sixth Rank." Lin Xin estimated in his mind, "My fear is that, no matter how much I improve, I won’t be able to bridge the gap in Realm."

"Ready!"

Suddenly, Feng Huai’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Prepare to go in."

The people of Green Lake Mountain gathered around a seven-color elliptical Light Gate.

Feng Huai and Deputy Zheng Rong checked several times carefully, making sure there were no problems, before they started letting others prepare to enter.

The first cultivator to scout the path quickly came back, nodding to Feng Huai to confirm there was no danger inside.

The rest of the people then filed in one after another.

"Brother Lin, let’s go together."

Feng Huai pulled Lin Xin, and without any discussion, they stepped through the Light Gate together.

Lin Xin gathered his wits and stepped forward with him.

Hiss~~~

It felt as if his skin was being lightly caressed by a warm substance, then suddenly, the scene in front of him opened up.

Behind the Light Gate was a black Void.

They were standing on twisted staircases built within the Void.

The stairs were black, like crystal glass, with dozens of them, all leading to a white door at the far end outlined by black light.

"Void Stairway, be careful. If you fall, you can only wander forever," Feng Huai whispered a caution to Lin Xin.

"Okay."

The group walked along the stairway towards the Light Gate.

No one expected that after only a short distance, a fierce wind blew in from the side.

It slanted everyone slightly with its force.

"Steady your bodies!" Feng Huai shouted.

Ah!

With a scream, a team member lost balance due to the wind and plummeted down.

Snap!

Lin Xin caught him, stabilizing him.

"Thank you! Thank you, Brother Lin!"

The team member, still shaken, showed gratitude.

"Be careful."

Lin Xin looked down.

Huge white eyes, as wide as his height, were looking up from the darkness below.

The eyes, bloodshot and filled with a strange, ominous greed, seemed to be the source of the wind.

"Don’t look down!" Feng Huai’s voice urgently reached him, "That’s the Shadow of Void, surviving by devouring the souls of living beings.

They are top masters in the realm of souls. Once they set their sights on you... Even Earth Immortals mostly don’t want to provoke them. They tend to self-destruct in a fight, and the power of their explosion is also significant. Slowly, ways are found to avoid them."

"If you stare into their eyes for more than three seconds, you’ll likely be dragged away, and your soul will forever become appetizers for these creatures," Feng Huai nervously advised.

Lin Xin felt a chill and quickly averted his gaze.

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Inside a dark and profound black palace.

Song Danhao and the three others were wrapped in all the clothes they had brought, yet they couldn’t help but shiver and feel cold.

"It’s too cold..." Xu Ling looked ahead, in the darkness of the palace’s interior; it seemed endless, as if there was no boundary at all.

Hum...

Threads of black mist slowly spread out.

A mysterious voice emanated from the depths of the darkness, as if calling out to something.

They had passed through a corridor with snowman sculptures over five meters tall on both sides.

These snowmen wore calm and peaceful expressions, clad in thick and solid metal Armor. Completely lacking the madness and Slaughter outside, they evoked a sense of tranquility and peace instead.

Passing through the corridor, the four came to a huge white tree.

The tree was covered all over with densely packed little mouths, each one torn from various creatures and pasted here.

The air faintly carried a hint of putrescence.

Song Danhao raised his hand, signaling the others not to come closer.

He walked toward the large tree alone.

As if he had known in advance what to do.

He reached for a clean spot on the trunk and bit open his index finger.

Crimson blood dripped out, landing precisely on the somewhat blackened lips of a human mouth.

Those slightly decayed black lips wriggled slowly upon contact with the fresh blood.

"Oh~~~~"

They trembled, emitting a long, drawn-out moan like that of an old woman, opening greedily to **** the blood dribbling onto them.

This mouth wasn’t conspicuous among the countless others, but for some reason, Song Danhao had chosen to drip blood only on it.

"Take it... take it..."

The lips suddenly heaved as if vomiting, spitting out a pale yellow triangular token.

Song Danhao caught the token, ignoring the disgusting mucus on it, his heart driven by an inexplicable impulse to hasten his actions.

"This is it."

He walked back with the token.

Suddenly, faint footsteps echoed from the darkness behind them.

"They’re up ahead!"

"I heard something! It’s this way!"

Song Danhao’s expression shifted subtly as he recognized the voices of foreign cultivators, and he hastened his steps, arriving in the middle of Lin Yaoyang and the two others, silently raising a finger to his lips.

"Don’t make a sound. Follow me!"

He spoke in an extremely low voice.

The three of them didn’t understand why but trusted Song Danhao relatively well.

The four circled the large tree, tracing several positions around it, walking back and forth several times, as if treading some kind of formation.

"Quickly, let’s go!" Song Danhao exclaimed after a firm stomp on the ground, grabbing Gongshang Baiyu and Xu Ling, rushing towards the depths of the palace at breakneck speed.

Lin Yaoyang had no choice but to follow hastily.

Boom!

A massive tremor erupted from behind them.

She looked back.

The white tree, smeared with mouths, was unbelievably sprouting limbs, rising from the ground and staggering towards the direction of the people behind.

The four pressed forward rapidly in the darkness, not knowing how far they had run until they all were gasping for breath, seemingly unable to catch their breath before they stopped.

"There’s something wrong with the air here! I have something to test for poison..."

Xu Ling was the first to react.

"Be careful!" Song Danhao suddenly pushed Xu Ling away.

A red glint shot from afar, striking right where Xu Ling had been standing.

Clang! The red light was a red flying dagger, as thin as a finger.

"Long time no see, all four of you."

The voice of Four-Eared Du Qijun came softly from behind them.

In the dark palace, he, accompanied by three platinum-robed cultivators, seemed to have caught up at some unknown point, watching the four calmly and placidly.

"Run!"

Song Danhao bellowed.

The token in his hand burst forth with countless grains of sand, enveloping the four of them.

With a thunderous boom, the golden sand suddenly clumped together as if grasped in the palm of a giant, forming into a sphere.

The sand sphere exploded abruptly, leaving nothing inside.

But Four-Eared Immortal Du Qijun wasn’t in the least bit anxious, his face revealing a mysterious smile again.

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Lin Xin stepped through the black-edged Light Gate, and instantly his vision blurred, as though countless scenes were swiftly changing before his eyes.

After a moment of slight dizziness, he and Feng Huai were standing inside a dark palace.

In front of them on the dark ground lay various types of weapons, all stuck into the earth.

Above them hung a dense black mist, somewhat chilling, as if teeming with many writhing creatures.

"Void Palace has nineteen passages. Who knows which one we’ve come through," Feng Huai said with a cold laugh. "We’d better move quickly. I’m afraid people from Four Seas Fairy Mountains in the Illusory Sea extremities will get there before us."

He paused and looked at Lin Xin.

"Brother Lin, you lead the team here. I still have unhealed injuries."

"What should we do?"

"Fight our way through. And grab the Snowman King’s valor!" Feng Huai’s expression was steely.

"What about the people from the Four Seas Fairy Mountains?" Lin Xin frowned slightly.

"Kill them all! Not a single one spared!" Feng Huai chuckled coldly, "Now that we’ve betrayed them, there’s no point in pretending. Let them come crumbling down—I’ll hold it up! Just hurry before their elders from the sect arrive."

Lin Xin fell silent for a moment.

"Fine. You handle what comes after."

Clang!

He drew out his Red Flower Sword.

"But for now, I shall."

"From this moment on, you’re Team Leader Senior Brother!" Feng Huai decisively ceded authority.

Lin Xin nodded,

Then turned and scanned the remaining people from Green Lake Mountain and the others, his gaze revealing a faint murderous intent.

"Let’s go."

He led the way into the depths of the palace.

The rest followed in silence, quickening their pace.

Since Feng Huai feared nothing, with someone to cover for them above, today, he was determined to indulge in the slaughter.

After Xia brought Lin Yaoyang over and forced him into this maelstrom, he had been holding back a bellyful of fire. Now was the perfect opportunity to vent his anger.