Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Gu Ping found himself once again knocked to the ground by the Blackwing Wolf King. He could feel the weight of the beast pressing down on him as if he were an ant beneath its foot. In a fit of rage, the massive wolf leaned its enormous head closer to Gu Ping's face, its nostrils larger than Gu Ping's head, and let out a breath that sprayed him with saliva.
Nearby, Yoyo was engaged in battle with the wolf pack. The senior disciples must have already moved far away, and if that were the case...
The Blackwing Wolf King's eyes, nearly the same size as Gu Ping himself, reflected a grin. At that moment, sensing danger, the Blackwing Wolf King pressed down harder with its front paw, eager to eliminate this formidable foe. But it was too late; no matter how hard it tried, it could not push down even a fraction more. Even more astonishingly, Liquid Chuang's powerful Light Power had broken through the bindings of the Great Darkness, illuminating a radius of several meters in a brilliant red glow.
The group that had escaped the encirclement of wolves also felt that overwhelming Light Power—a pure essence devoid of any impurities. It could only come from one person: Gu Ping, the Junior Brother who had stayed behind to hold off the Blackwing Wolf King.
What immense strength! Yet Zhang Qian felt something was off. He scratched his head, sensing that such powerful Light Spirit Power should not have appeared out of nowhere in this world. It felt as if that power was somehow out of place, but he couldn't pinpoint why.
Wen Tian confirmed Zhang Qian's suspicions. Although the power was pure, it didn't seem to originate from the World of Mortals.
Keke speculated that perhaps their Junior Brother hadn't cultivated to the Golden Core Stage yet; all that vast spiritual energy came from outside his body. "I don't deny," he added, suggesting that it was summoned using spells to draw Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, which explained the dissonance they felt.
Meanwhile, Xiazhi gazed at the sky illuminated by that radiant light, silently praying for Gu Ping. As a practitioner of the Light Path Classic, she held a fondness for its teachings. Although some aspects of their doctrine were extreme, she believed that at least those who followed the Light Path Classic possessed compassion—something many Daoist sects lacked. While they appeared grand on the surface, behind closed doors they engaged in unspeakable deeds and often disregarded mortals entirely.
Though Xiazhi had not been with the Light Path Classic for long and had witnessed Ru Ming's steadfast adherence to their identity as a once-powerful Daoist sect, she understood that if they wished to rise again, they could not overlook someone like Gu Ping—someone irreplaceable. That was why she sought to connect with him. She didn't expect Gu Ping to join her in following the Light Path Classic; she merely hoped to preserve a seed for their future. She wanted Gu Ping to be that seed and was willing to go to any lengths to achieve it.
People often said those who followed the Light Path Classic were madmen—obsessed and stubborn individuals who never looked back in their pursuits. Even if they hit a wall, they would tear it down and continue forward. This relentless attitude had earned them countless enemies and led them to fade into obscurity within just five short years in the World of Mortals.
Now Xiazhi could only hope nothing would happen to Gu Ping; he might just be their last hope for revival. The Book of Radiant Path had already been lost; unless someone could once again take up the mantle of Light Path Master and enlighten many others, the Light Path Classic would gradually decline until it completely vanished in a few decades.
What was happening with those wolves? Why hadn’t they noticed? How had they suddenly appeared around them? "I don't deny," someone remarked about how that area had become a trap in the eyes of the Demon Beast Clan—had they already set up an ambush?
No one answered the question posed by the Senior Sister, as no one could provide a correct answer. They were also confused about what had happened with Minghong, suddenly surrounded by a pack of wolves. After so many hunts, encountering such a situation for the first time caught everyone off guard.
What should Junior Brother do? Were they supposed to wait for him there?
Shi Li quietly asked, her face streaked with tears. If she hadn't dragged everyone down, they could have left long ago. Now, Junior Brother was surrounded by wolves. Although they knew he was strong, no one was confident they could survive and fight their way out of the encirclement. At this moment, Junior Brother's chances of survival seemed slim.
They decided to wait for Yi Dong; they hoped to believe in him.
Zhang Qian's words were cut short when a deafening roar echoed from behind them. Everyone turned simultaneously to see the source of the sound.
In the faint starlight, they could see pulsating crimson veins. No one knew what it was, but then they heard the Senior Sister's voice reach their ears.
"Run! Split up and run!"
Comment 0 Comment Count