Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2059 - 2059 2049 Miasma

2059: Chapter 2049: Miasma 2059: Chapter 2049: Miasma Long Yan deliberately looked up, and outside, the Yellow Sand was pervasive, making everything appear pitch-black.

However, within this protective barrier, sunlight was abundant.

Even through the dense fog, streaks of sunlight would occasionally shine on everyone’s faces.

“Big Brother Yan, let’s go.”

Lingxi held Long Yan’s hand and said.

The fog here was too thick, so the two girls didn’t dare stray from Long Yan’s side.

“Roar!”

A heaven-shaking beastly roar sounded as a robust figure appeared where Long Yan and the others had just stood.

Fat Cat, next to Lingxi, moved swiftly, dodging the attack of the enormous creature with a flash.

“A Cracked Earth Bear?”

Looking at the massive creature pounding its chest in front of him, Long Yan recognized the demon beast, which was quite common.

However, while an adult Cracked Earth Bear could only reach the True God Fifth Stage, the one in front of Long Yan was at the God King Fifth Level.

Although it wasn’t a threat to Long Yan, it was enough to astonish the group.

The Cracked Earth Bear swung its massive paws toward them, attacking with its strongest move from the get-go, “Breaking Mountains and Earth.”

Its powerful strike shattered the ground, and while Long Yan was still in mid-air, the Cracked Earth Bear’s second attack was already upon them, faster and stronger than usual.

“Time Imprisonment Finger.”

Fingers together, the Azure Dragon behind Long Yan flew wildly.

A beam of cyan light shot into the Cracked Earth Bear’s body at an extremely fast speed, causing the once swift-moving creature to slow down like it was in slow motion.

Long Yan had slowed down time around him to the slowest possible pace.

“Sacred Light Continuous Break.”

Lingxi, the young girl, made her move.

After some time, she had reached the True God Fourth Order.

With her martial arts, she could fight even someone at the True God Seventh Level.

Sacred Light Big Handprints continuously struck the Cracked Earth Bear, causing it to scream in agony.

“Azure Dragon Finger.”

The Azure Dragon behind him transformed into a stream of light and fiercely struck the Cracked Earth Bear, aging it from vigorous to decrepit in a single breath.

The Cracked Earth Bear’s large body fell to the ground.

Long Yan sighed.

Inside this Ancient Tomb, even a Cracked Earth Bear was so formidable.

Lingxi also rubbed her little hand; the Big Handprint she had used just now felt like it had hit steel.

“We should be more careful in this forest, there’s something strange about it.”

Long Yan commented, and the three of them heightened their alertness.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Ancient Tomb.

“Peng Wang, is Long Yan dead yet?”

The remaining cultivators did not believe Long Yan’s words.

By now, many were exhausted, so they decided to take turns resting and fighting the Skeleton Soldiers.

“He’s probably reduced to nothing but debris by now.

I can’t believe he had the nerve to say that, talking about needing courage.”

Peng Wang spoke with a mocking tone to the person next to him.

The person, named Ye Rui, was Peng Wang’s confidant and much more intelligent than Muye Di.

“But Peng Wang, what should we do?”

Ye Rui scratched his head, as the Skeleton Soldiers seemed endless.

Peng Wang smiled and shook his head; in reality, the changes in the trial stages affected the later levels, and the strategy for the first level was simply to wait.

This was the strategy the Holy King had told Peng Wang: endure for longer than an hour and a half, and the Skeleton Soldiers would withdraw.

Unbeknownst to them, Long Yan and his party had already breached the Second Level.

Everything around was eerily quiet; the forest itself reeked of something amiss, as if devoid of all living creatures—there were no chirping insects or birdsong, just the sound of Long Yan and his companions talking.

Stepping on the tiger beneath him, Long Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead; this was the seventh one they had encountered along the way.

Judging by the time, the group had been walking for nearly an hour and a half and still hadn’t left the forest.

“Big Brother Yan, we can’t go on like this.”

Lingxi’s little face was covered in sweat, and a strand of hair clung tightly to her cheek.

“The fog in this forest is too thick to make out the directions.”

Long Yan shrugged his shoulders; it was a helpless situation.

With the dense fog, it was challenging to discern directions, so the trio continued to walk straight, figuring they couldn’t go too wrong.

“It’s unlikely we’ll get through this forest in one day.”

Just as Long Yan’s voice fell, the sound of beastly roars mixed with the trembling of the earth rushed towards them.

In a swift motion, he pulled up the two women beside him, and the three flew up to a soaring big tree.

“What is that?”

Liu Qingyue’s voice, filled with panic, reached the ears of the two, and following the direction she pointed, a pure black mist spread toward them from behind the horde of beasts, different from the white fog.

The black mist was like a fierce beast devouring people, eliciting surprise in Long Yan’s eyes.

“Go, it’s miasma.”

This was a common sight in the small world where Long Yan had previously resided; a poisonous gas formed from the decaying bodies of tropical forest animals.

But for a cultivator, even without breathing, it wouldn’t be much of an issue.

However, Long Yan saw that a Swift Wind Wolf that just retreated and touched a bit of the poison immediately wailed, its whole body dissolving into pus.

“That poison is potent.”

Long Yan inhaled sharply, carrying the two women as they flew towards the distance.

The poison’s trajectory seemed to maintain a uniform speed forward.

Creatures get tired, and even at the God King Realm, they can feel exhaustion.

The animals left behind had dwindled to a fraction; they had flown an unknowably vast distance that night.

“I can’t run anymore.”

Liu Qingyue collapsed to the ground, unable to move even a step, her little stomach trembling, barely able to stand.

“Am I going to die here?”

“It would be a good end, I suppose.”

“But I didn’t complete the mission this time either.”

Liu Qingyue laughed at herself mockingly.

The poison fog was already reaching her feet.

At this critical moment of life and death, she somehow became calm.

She couldn’t quite figure out whether she was the Ghostly Demon Princess or Liu Qingyue after encountering Long Yan, but at this moment, on the brink of death, she only wished to be Liu Qingyue.

“Don’t give up.”

Strong hands lifted her legs, and her little head rested on a firm chest; the voice was all too familiar to her.

In that instant, tears uncontrollably flowed down her face; she thought she had long discarded such a sign of weakness.

Long Yan didn’t pay attention to Liu Qingyue crying in his arms; he too was nearly at his limit, and Lingxi’s steps were already in disarray.

If there was no solution, it seemed the three of them would die here.

The miasma was close to brushing Long Yan’s back, and Lingxi, still persisting through sheer will, caused Long Yan, already at his wit’s end and now burdened with carrying someone, to be overwhelmed.

“Perhaps you should let me go.”