Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 142 The Missing Piece

This stone mural is so large that once one's gaze is drawn to the central Kyushu, the edges are not immediately visible.

After being reminded by Pei Xia, Ye Lu looked up and, with the help of Pei Xia's vibrant spiritual light, looked at the four corners of the stone wall.

In the upper left corner, the stone carvings depict large areas of smooth lines, which intertwine to form curling, wave-like shapes.

On this stone carving, which seemed to be connected yet covered by countless tiny textures as if it were the entire Kyushu, Ye Lu could not see any trace of what he was familiar with.

Pei Xia said the key point was here, but Ye Lu couldn't understand it at all.
Instead of being impatient, he turned his head to look at the upper right corner on the other side.

Unlike the vast and omnipresent imagery on the left, the stone carvings on the right are bold and powerful, sweeping across the entire mural with an inviolable and awe-inspiring majesty.

It lies across the sky, seemingly unchanged since time immemorial.

Ye Lu had never seen this thing before.

He could only look down, at the lower left corner.

He was quite familiar with the things he saw this time.

That's human.

The stone carvings here reveal the sculptor's exquisite skills. The fine and dense carvings depict human figures, overlapping each other and creating a strong and symbolic image.

It encompasses the entire land, is omnipresent, and sometimes stirs up waves.

Stretching across the sky, enduring through the ages, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

They gather people into a crowd, their momentum is unstoppable, and their strength is as firm as a mountain.

If they were placed individually, Ye Lu probably wouldn't understand them at all, but when the three were placed side by side, Ye Lu immediately realized what they meant.

"Spiritual Sea, Qi Track, Military Might!"

Ye Lu turned his head, his eyes beneath his bangs filled with astonishment: "This is the source of power for martial artists, those who observe qi, and strategists!"

The answer is obvious; Pei Xia's approval is not required.

Pei Xia remained silent, his gaze fixed on the lower right corner of the stone wall.

According to the pattern, that place should be the source of power for the Su Shi Dao lineage.

However, perhaps due to the ravages of time and bad luck, the mural in that last corner has crumbled and fallen off, leaving only a bare rock face.

Ye Lu blinked, a hint of doubt in his expression: "Speaking of which, it seems that Master Su doesn't really have any special origin or reference?"

Master Su's alchemy, weapon crafting, and spellcasting all rely on computational power to manipulate spiritual energy. Spiritual energy originates from the spiritual sea, while computational power originates from the cultivator himself—this is common knowledge.

Ye Lu was genuinely curious: "Could there really be something special about this Su Shi character?"

Pei Xia remained silent, and Lu Li beside him also pursed her lips tightly.

Compared to Ye Lu, who knew nothing at all.

This mural, which dates back countless years, had an even greater impact on Pei Xia!
Because no one else knew, Pei Xia had a vague idea of ​​what should have been there where it had fallen off.

He stared intently at the bare rock face, and the scene that had vanished into the past seemed to be reconstructed bit by bit. In one corner, lifelike, was a huge ball of flesh made up of countless human brains!
Could it really be a cursed pig?!
"Pei Xia... Pei Xia?"

Lu Li gripped his clothes tightly with her small hands and tugged at them twice.

The swaying of his body brought Pei Xia back to his senses. He blinked, and the lifelike fleshy ball in the corner was gone, leaving only the bare reality.

"I am fine."

He rubbed Pear's head, then looked at Ye Lu: "Look around, there should be another way out nearby." Pei Xia came out of the pool and there was only one door in the hall, so this place couldn't be closed off.

The two separated, each lighting their own light, and carefully searched both sides of the huge mural.

Sure enough, not long after, Ye Lu's shout came from the other side: "There's a door here!"

It was still a stone door, but it was much taller and heavier.

Pei Xia observed that the array on the door was more complex than the previous ones.

Neither he nor Lu Li had reached the sixth realm, so they lacked the ability to manipulate arrays. They could only clumsily inject spiritual power into the array.

Fortunately, this ancient formation did not have many techniques. After injecting about five times the amount of spiritual power as before, the gate began to tremble.

Based on the two halls we passed through before, the space here should be considered a single entity up to this gate, so the opening formation requires a higher level of cultivation from the user.

Following that are the other parts of the underground palace.

Pei Xia walked ahead cautiously, using the light in her hand to illuminate the path.

The gloom was dispelled, and the air, so murky it seemed to solidify, remained still in the space until the visitor arrived, stirring everything around them anew.

Beneath the sand and dust lay long-decayed and rotten furnishings; the bluestone had crumbled, broken containers were scattered all over the ground, and the few remaining tables and chairs were already decayed beyond repair.

Pei Xia frowned as she observed her surroundings. It seemed to be a council hall, not very large, but with many scattered pieces of furniture.

On the cracked rectangular stone table, there was even an untidy inkstone. Pei Xia's heart stirred, thinking that perhaps she could find some written records, such as parchment or something.

Unfortunately, a quick search reveals that the people who originally lived here did not leave in a hurry; they clearly left prepared, having packed up almost everything they needed to.

Just as Pei Xia was feeling disappointed, Ye Lu suddenly shouted, "Pei Xia, there are footprints here!"

At the other end of the room, there were many clear footprints on the dusty floor, indicating that they had come from the passageway on the other side.

The person who came seemed to have explored this place. After observing the surroundings for a while, they returned to their original path.

Such fresh footprints could only have belonged to one of the people who fell with them.

“It’s a bit too big for Han Youzhi,” Pei Xia compared it to his own feet, which were even bigger than his own. He recalled in his mind, “It might be your boss’s.”

The square-faced man was burly and fit the description well.

Ye Lu himself shared this assessment, and his expression instantly relaxed considerably.

Sure enough, if he, a Transcendent Realm cultivator, and Pei Xia, a Refining Cauldron Realm cultivator, could survive, then martial artists at the Transformation Realm would be even less of a problem.

"The footprints are even a little damp, so they must have left not long ago. If we walk fast, we might be able to catch up!"

Previously, in the stone path, Pei Xia had clashed with these Northern Barbarian Black Shi people. Although she already knew it was a misunderstanding, given their nature as spies...

Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time, at least we need to find an exit first.

Pei Xia casually echoed Ye Lu's words and prepared to follow him to find the square-faced man first. After all, he was at the Transformation Realm, so at least their safety could be guaranteed.

Just as the two were about to get up, Pear suddenly called out from behind: "Wow, Pei Xia, look at this!"

The little girl stuck out her bottom and pulled her arm out from a pile of rubble.

She raised her hand, revealing a round inner core that shimmered with a faint glow.

(End of this chapter)