Light Fortress
Chapter 630 - 159: Golden Thread, Red Dress

Chapter 630: Chapter 159: Golden Thread, Red Dress

In Xu Yan’s Spirit Sea, there was a "death list" engraved.

On this list were many renowned Transcendent geniuses from Changye, and behind some names, special symbols were marked with spiritual power.

Gu Shen squinted his eyes.

He recalled the "Sea of Fire and Ice Tide" that Xu Yan had just conjured. Some of the Extraordinary Abilities distinctly mirrored those on the list.

This man who appeared suddenly had made detailed and meticulous plans before he rose to fame in Snow Forbidden City.

The Fire Stealer had already started his "actions" in Changye long ago.

The Source Tower had compiled a list of potential Transcendents, and Xu Yan was responsible for stealing their abilities and replicating them. After completing the significant "ability imprinting," his next task was to hunt down these genius Transcendents.

Thus, Chu Ling’s drawing also made sense—

The only person who had seen Chu Ling under Ninghe Bridge was Bai Lu!

And Xu Yan... had contacted Bai Lu!

The Fire Stealer had stolen the ability of "Thorny Dreams" and also gained an unexpected surprise!

Gu Shen’s expression was calm as he replicated this memory.

This list was an unexpected surprise for him too!

He withdrew his palm.

A wisp of Chi Huo drilled out from Xu Yan’s brow, returning to Gu Shen’s fingertip, swirling and dissipating.

"Ple..."

Xu Yan’s plea was cut off after just uttering the first syllable.

Gu Shen waved his hand.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Thousands of strands of array pattern golden light gathered and transformed into a long spear, piercing directly through Xu Yan’s head. As Xu Yan’s Spirit Sea collapsed, his physical body also disintegrated.

No matter how powerful the Divine Throne Token was, it couldn’t reverse life and death.

Gu Shen felt no pity.

With this memory taken, Xu Yan no longer had any value.

His fate could only be... death!

After Xu Yan’s death,

Gu Shen wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He summoned the Chi Huo, which swept into the surrounding corpses, consuming the Fire Stealer’s Extraordinary Essence...

This process required some time.

Gu Shen sat cross-legged, slowly lifting his head, his mind unprecedentedly tranquil and peaceful.

At this moment, Qingzhong Cemetery was covered by the Great Cold Disaster Realm.

The vast snowfield, the Heavenly Curtain dim, with only a wisp of Chi Huo burning continuously.

The wind and snow wailed, enveloping him.

...

...

The only place in Qingzhong Cemetery not covered by the wind and snow was a hill surrounded by giant statues.

This hill wasn’t tall,

But it was the most important place in the cemetery.

Two thousand six hundred and fifty array patterns regarded it as the center.

It was the last Land of Light breaking the darkness.

But also the source of the Great Cold in the entire cemetery.

A slender female figure slowly emerged from the dark void, landing in front of the hill.

Chu Ling placed the sleeping Shen Li on a stone step of the hill.

After parting with Gu Shen,

She felt a mysterious guidance in her heart... She walked towards the entrance of the hill, shrouded in thick fog that made it impossible to discern any direction, relying only on intuition.

For Transcendents who hadn’t comprehended the Tomb Array Pattern, this place was the closest to light yet also the darkest.

Countless people had tried to enter the inner mausoleum.

But the result was always the same, losing their way in the fog and eventually unwittingly exiting.

But... if there were eyes that could pierce the fog, suspended above the inner mausoleum at this moment, they would surely be surprised.

Because... Chu Ling was walking in a straight line.

A straight, unwavering line toward the entrance of the inner mausoleum.

Every step she took was slow yet firm.

And she... indeed could see nothing.

Only boundless darkness.

After a long time, she stopped, and the fog on the hill slowly dispersed... Before her appeared a tightly closed mountain gate, and in front of the gate lay a ragged, blood-stained, emaciated figure.

Chu Ling’s expression softened with pity.

She squatted down, grasping the skeletal hands of the figure.

Then she saw, under the mask of a calico cat, a pair of gentle and strong eyes.

In the world of Deep Sea, passing through the layers of fog to reach the inner mausoleum was not an impossible task... Even if the chance was only one in ten million, as long as one tried enough times, one could surely find that "one."

However, she was very clear.

Her arrival here wasn’t because she was the "one" who successfully reached the end through calculation.

But because of Master Qianye’s guidance.

The golden thread of Divination Skill had long extended from the other end, waiting for her.

Perhaps...

Master Qianye had foreseen this moment.

This was the "fated" encounter.

Under the blood-stained mask, the Tomb Guardian’s weak, wistful voice emerged.

"Are you... my disciple?"

She was so weak she seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her apart, countless golden threads of divination entwining her body, slowly dispersing, spreading, winding around the final Qingzhong Mountain, trying to delay the outflow of the "Great Cold."

Because it was so cold, half of the Tomb Guardian’s body was covered with hard ice fragments.

But she still smiled.

"You... look so beautiful."

It wasn’t something one nearing death would typically say.

People near the end of their lives often spoke of regrets, reminisced about the past.

But the Tomb Guardian didn’t look back. She just stared hard at Chu Ling before her, staring at this moment, right now.