Light Fortress
Chapter 632 - 160 The Third Spark

Chapter 632: 160 The Third Spark

"Swoosh—"

The howling wind swept through, stinging the cheeks.

Luo Yu slowly opened his eyes and what he saw was a whirl of snow mist, surrounded by towering dense woods, with fallen needles already congealing into a thick layer of ice... He propped himself up on his hands trying to sit, only to be met with an overwhelming dizziness like weightlessness.

Memory scenes were like a shredded film.

Scene by scene, frame by frame, appearing without any order in time.

He remembered.

The Qingzhong explosion, the plane crash, he and the old man... had both fallen into that vast Holy Light Barrier.

At the moment of the explosion, the Infinite Scale Domain had closed in tightly, enveloping him entirely.

The impact from the heavy machinery’s self-destruction was completely blocked by the Infinite Scale Domain.

It was only upon contact with the Holy Light Barrier that a powerful spiritual power penetrated the domain, crashing into his mind.

When he awoke... he arrived here.

If he remembered correctly, had he come to the cemetery?

But inside the cemetery... there shouldn’t be such a scene.

Where was this?

Luo Yu struggled to sit up, leaning against a huge tree.

A slight tremor caused the accumulated snow to fall, the pristine snowflakes fluttering down as he coughed lowly, gradually coming to his senses from the dizziness.

"Old man..."

In front of him stood an old yet sturdy towering figure that could provide a great sense of security at a glance.

Gu Qilin had already removed his Commander’s greatcoat, draping it in front of Luo Yu.

He stood not far from this snow forest, and now, turning his head, he spoke.

"You have finally woken up... how do you feel spiritually?"

"A bit dizzy."

Luo Yu rubbed his temples hard and tried to shake his head, feeling as if his head was filled with three pounds of water, heavy and cumbersome.

He clenched his teeth and rasped out a question, "Did I just... faint?"

He lowered his head to check his body.

Falling from a kilometer high in the sky... and not hurt at all.

Not even a single wound on his body?

"Not fainting, but sleeping,"

Gu Qilin said calmly, "At the moment of the heavy machinery’s explosion, the Infinite Scale Domain closed in, blocking all physical damage... It’s just that over the cemetery, there was a strong spiritual power that my domain couldn’t block."

"Fortunately, the spiritual power enveloping the cemetery didn’t have a strong intent to kill."

"Otherwise..."

Gu Qilin’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

And Luo Yu’s complexion paled slightly; he roughly guessed the unspoken ending to that "otherwise."

The "Infinite Scale" of the old man was an extremely powerful Spiritual Domain, so potent that when it snapped shut rapidly, its spiritual power could even block material impacts... and yet, the spiritual power above this cemetery couldn’t be stopped even by the Infinite Scale.

Obviously.

This was a Divine Power.

"Has the Lord Divine awakened?"

Luo Yu, leaning on the ancient tree, stood up and looked towards the bleak snowy scene ahead, his eyes somewhat perplexed.

Gu Changzhi’s Eight Volume Breathing Method, unrivaled through the ages, had only the last volume, "Great Cold," yet to be completely crafted.

This was a secret of moderate importance within the Gu family.

Constructing the Qingzhong Cemetery was hoped to aid the eternally resting Gu Changzhi in regaining his spirit and completing the final volume "Great Cold"... to this day, many of the old-school Transcendents believe that the reason Gu Changzhi fell into a deep slumber was due to the tremendous expenditure of spiritual power while creating "Great Cold."

The Lord Divine was personally experiencing "Silent Annihilation."

Upon his revival, a flawless breathing method would be born.

From life to death, and then to eternity.

"No."

Gu Qilin shook his head slowly, his voice full of conviction, "Above the cemetery, there is more than one Divine Throne’s spiritual power."

Luo Yu was taken aback.

He thought of what the old man had said earlier; the spirit above the cemetery didn’t have a strong intent to kill.

That meant... there was still an intent to kill.

"The numerous explosions occurring in the cemetery... are because the spiritual powers of two Divine Thrones tangled together, and at that time, had not yet stabilized," Gu Qilin spoke somberly, "When we broke into the cemetery, a killing intent struck us, but it was blocked in an instant... If I wasn’t wrong, that spiritual power came from the God of Wine in the Source Tower."

"The God of Wine?"

Luo Yu suddenly thought of the recent events in Changye.

A storm was brewing.

But it was unclear from where the dark clouds were gathering.

"As we are both still alive... it means that the God of Wine’s spiritual power was suppressed," Gu Qilin patted the snow dust off his body, calm as he said, "The spiritual power that induced your sleep must be from Changzhi’s spark."

Luo Yu rubbed his cheeks.

He voiced his concern, "Does that mean this place is... the Disaster Realm?"

"Yes," the old man nodded, "If I’m not mistaken, the power of the spark has spread, and soon the whole cemetery will be covered by this Great Cold Disaster Realm... what’s bad is that Changye will soon send Transcendents inside."

The anomaly of the cemetery did not stem from the explosion of the Array Patterns.

Instead, it came from... a spiritual contest between two Divine Thrones!

This was surely beyond what the three prisons and five major families of Changye could have expected. And after losing contact, a large number of Transcendents entering the cemetery would be directly trapped within the Disaster Realm!

"The good news is, we were the first ones to enter the cemetery,"

Gu Qilin continued calmly, "While you slept, I found an ancient path... this cemetery is quite interesting."