Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2060 - 2060 2050 Live for Me

2060: Chapter 2050: Live for Me 2060: Chapter 2050: Live for Me Liu Qingyue murmured softly, the words making Long Yan furrow his brow.

“Do you really want to die that badly?”

Her gentle words, like a breeze, opened up Liu Qingyue’s bridal chamber.

Suddenly, she felt as though she had no value to continue living, always being wielded by others as a sword, devoid of any personal thoughts.

“Mm.”

Liu Qingyue in Long Yan’s arms nodded faintly, prompting him to let out a sigh.

“I’ll tell you more about it later.”

“Time Principle.”

“Time Rob Finger.”

It was as if the air itself had slowed, the miasma trembling behind them, its advancing speed miraculously slowing.

“What kind of sorcery is this?”

She had seen techniques that disrupted an opponent’s moves, but never one that affected miasma as well.

“Let’s go.”

Lingxi and Long Yan used their last bit of strength, rushing out for quite a distance.

Sitting down on the ground, Lingxi could no longer maintain her composure, gasping for air.

The ordeal had exhausted her, and now Long Yan understood why, despite the presence of many demon beasts, the forest was eerily quiet.

Recalling the miasma, a surge of fear washed over Long Yan.

Such terrifying power was unheard of.

It seemed the road ahead became clearer because of the miasma’s influence, as the white fog in the air, formed from spiritual power, dissipated.

The distant miasma, affected by the essence of time, had significantly slowed its pace, leading the group to decide to take a rest.

“So?

Isn’t living good?”

Leaning against a big tree, Long Yan addressed Liu Qingyue, knowing from the beginning that the beauty before him was the Ghostly Demon Princess, yet for some reason, he had still chosen to save her.

“What if my goal was to steal your martial arts or to kill you?

Would you still save me?”

Liu Qingyue’s face showed a flicker of hesitation as she decided to tell the truth, half-expecting Long Yan to fly into a rage and kill her.

Long Yan shook his head, smiling at the relieved expression on Liu Qingyue’s face.

“I knew it all along.”

No matter how a person changes their appearance or voice, there are habitual actions—unknown to most—that give them away.

The Ghostly Demon Princess had small telltale signs that Long Yan had closely observed.

Perhaps because her hair was so long, the Ghostly Demon Princess always had the tendency to fondly stroke a lock of hair on her right side while speaking.

“Is that so.”

Liu Qingyue stood there blankly; she didn’t even know about this tiny habit of hers, and at the same time, her heart was a mix of emotions, feeling something special for Long Yan.

“Consider it an apology for not fulfilling my promise to you.”

Long Yan stood up, gazing towards the distant miasma that was slowly creeping closer.

“In any case, we must focus on surviving.

Only in living are there endless possibilities.

Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left.”

Liu Qingyue stared at Long Yan’s profile, somewhat entranced.

Living holds infinite possibilities, huh?

Her previously vacant eyes began to sparkle anew.

Dusting off the dirt on her body, Liu Qingyue followed Long Yan’s figure.

Since there was no reason to live, she might as well find one for herself.

Despite the miasma behind them having slowed down, it still didn’t stop, continuing to creep forward slowly, and the group very quickly arrived at the edge of the forest.

“We’re finally going to get out.”

Lingxi said with delight, having truly had enough of this feeling of running for her life, now the protective barrier on the other side was right before her eyes.

With a “clang,” Lingxi, too anxious, ended up bumping her little head against the barrier, causing a loud noise.

“Ouch, what is this?”

Lingxi cried out like a kitten meowing, having just slammed into the protective barrier with all her might, raising a large lump on her head.

Long Yan tried tapping on the protective barrier.

It was an invisible barrier, one that was very solid throughout.

There had been no obstruction when everyone entered before, but now it had become completely hardened.

“What should we do?”

A sense of helplessness surged in Liu Qingyue’s heart.

She had thought she found a reason to survive, but now was she to be buried here with him after all?

She sneakily glanced at Long Yan with her beautiful eyes.

His brows were tightly furrowed, apparently thinking of a way to escape, and Liu Qingyue suddenly felt that it might not be so bad to stay like this.

Black flames continuously fluttered in Long Yan’s hand, but the protective barrier showed no sign of damage.

This thing was impervious to water and fire; even the power of Mo Shuang Ancient Flame was insufficient to melt the barrier.

“Sigh.”

Watching the encroaching miasma draw closer, Long Yan used the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame to create a cage of flame, enclosing the three of them inside.

The black flames infused with Death Truth would keep burning as long as there was something combustible, miasma included.

Seeing the miasma blocked outside the cage, Long Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But this was not a long-term solution.

Long Yan felt his True Qi rapidly depleting, with the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame also crazily absorbing it.

“Brother Yan.”

Lingxi saw that Long Yan’s face was somewhat pale and quickly stepped forward to support his shoulder.

During this period, the two women tried many methods, but the barrier was as immovable as iron.

The Mo Shuang Ancient Flame started to weaken, with even threads of miasma nearly seeping into the cage of flame.

“It looks like there’s no way out.”

A bitter smile appeared on Liu Qingyue’s face when suddenly the barrier behind them began to tremble violently, and the miasma retreated like a tide flowing backward.

Just as the miasma retreated, Long Yan knelt on the ground, the cage formed by the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame gradually disappearing into the air.

On the other hand, the Skeleton Soldiers’ attacks were weakening.

Cultivators collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

After six hours of all-out attack, even with rotating shifts, everyone was somewhat spent, and Peng Wang could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor, slumping onto the ground.

However, inside, Peng Wang was very pleased with himself.

Once he found Long Yan’s corpse and secured the Legacy, everything would be completed.

As for the gains within the Ancient Tomb, Peng Wang did not care much.

The first level had already proven to be so difficult—anyone who wished to try the subsequent levels was welcome to, but he certainly would not.

“Peng Wang, what is that up ahead?”

After a period of rest, the cultivators resumed their journey and were soon facing the forest, but the entrance was now enveloped in dense miasma.

“It seems we can’t open it.”

A few bolder cultivators said after tapping the protective barrier; no one had any idea what the thick black mist inside was.

After all, most were cultivators from this Star Domain.

Few, like Long Yan, were people who had cultivated up from a minor world, so most had never seen something like miasma.

“Everyone, try your strongest attacks,” Peng Wang, who had become the mainstay among the people, took the lead, condensing a yellow Essence Light in his hands.