Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 324 Hard Landing

It's hard to say whether what's rushing towards us can even be considered wind.

Pei Xia felt as if countless tiny blades had converged into the silent air in this dark void. As she plummeted rapidly, her protective aura and the scalding, invisible blades of flame clashed violently!
The collision was so intense and the spiritual energy so quickly depleted that Pei Xia almost thought that the bone-suppressing technique on her body had not worked at all.

In fact, from the moment he jumped down, those seemingly ordinary white bones emitted a very faint, translucent jade-like luster, which indeed counteracted the most crucial force within the seal.

He began to feel fortunate that he had entrusted all the trivial matters to Ye Baicha on the way, so that he did not have to consume extra spiritual energy as he went deeper into the core ancestral land.

In the enormous void that stretched for thousands of feet, the tiny point of light representing Pei Xia began to sink into darkness.

The howling wind and the roar of colliding spiritual energy in my ears were slowly enveloped by an ancient tranquility as the surrounding shadows grew thicker.

Overlooking the vast Liancheng Fire Vein, lava churns and flows, scorched earth spews forth flames, and thousands of years seem to have been erased in a very short time, erasing all traces of anyone who had ever visited.

Zong Heng was the last to return to the camp, bringing news of Ye Baicha's unfortunate passing.

The Taoist priest was not good at lying, so he kept a tight face and deliberately did not show any expression while he was telling his story.

He said that Ye Baicha was killed by a molten fire demon at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm using a fire fork.

This is the only cultivator to perish in this Liancheng Illusionary Realm.

This is the first time such an unfortunate event has occurred, especially for Yunhushan.

As fellow cultivators from the Little Chen Kingdom, Xing Ye and Cheng Ming expressed their condolences to Pei Lan, but also felt a lingering fear.

If it truly is a powerful demon from the Heavenly Realm, then Cheng Huoxiao, who is supposedly like a fish in water, would certainly not be a match for him. Let alone protecting Lin Ping, it's hard to say whether he himself could even get out.

The two cultivators turned to look at their juniors. Lin Ping, whose legs had been healed, was whispering something to Cheng Huoxiao.

They were quite lucky.

Zong Heng was not Pei Lan's direct disciple, so she didn't know as much about this junior disciple as Ding Jia did. She only vaguely felt that something was off, but she didn't ask any questions in front of everyone.

Even if there are doubts, we can discuss them again when we return to Yunhu Mountain.

The cultivators from other countries also gathered together to discuss their experiences in refining the fire veins.

Monsters, spiritual materials, lost magical treasures, and opportunities for inheritance—each has its gains and its regrets.

The deeper into the fire vein, the stronger the power spewed from the ancestral land became. With their cultivation at the Opening Mansion Realm, they were simply unable to withstand that thick fire energy.

Fortunately, it seems that Luo Chen's warning has only applied to the disciples of Yunhu Mountain.

In particular, the old man Hai Hong, who was at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm of Changlan Kingdom, breathed a sigh of relief after confirming with his disciples several times that there was nothing wrong with the fire vein.

After a short rest, the cultivators from various countries had no intention of staying any longer in the fire vein, and each began to pack up and prepare to leave.

Pei Lan had some doubts about Ye Baicha's death, but as a Heavenly Consciousness Realm cultivator, she was unable to enter the illusion to investigate, so she could only return to Yunhu Mountain first.

Dragging out the enormous flying artifact, cultivators from various sects of the Little Chen Kingdom boarded one by one. Pei Lan stood at the front of the artifact again, controlling it, and called out to the hesitant figure in the distance, "Junior Nephew Pei, what are you waiting for?"

Perhaps a fierce battle took place within the fire vein, for the iron mask on the face of the Long Whale Sect disciple was also lost.

His small eyes and flat nose were scrunched up together, as if he were pondering something. His buck teeth were clenched around his lips, and he looked utterly perplexed.

He looked up at Pei Lan: "Senior Pei, I..."

Their eyes met. Pei Xia gazed at Pei Lan's beautiful face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar compared to years ago, looking at her eyebrows, nose, eyes, lips and teeth.

He didn't know what had happened, but after hesitating, he instinctively called out, "Pei Lan, help me."

Pei Lan was stunned for a moment.

The scenery in the Taoist priest's eyes began to rapidly distort, the sky, the earth, and the fire veins turning into murky patches of color, which were sucked into the eyes of the Long Whale Sect cultivator like a vortex. The scorched earth, the dull yellow sky, the crimson fire, and the various clothes and garments worn by others flowed deep within Pei Xia's eyes, transforming into a wisp of colorful, mottled light.

Pei Lan suddenly woke up!

She opened her eyes, but all she could see was darkness.

Even her eyesight at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm couldn't bring her any light, and her powerful divine sense, cultivated through years of arduous practice, had vanished without a trace.

Not only that, her senses seemed unusually sluggish. In the boundless darkness, the only thing she could perceive at that moment was something pressing tightly against her chest.

This strange situation naturally made Pei Lan wary. She didn't make any big movements, but carefully raised her right hand, wanting to touch the thing pressing against her chest in the darkness.

Strangely, she raised her arm but couldn't feel her hand.

A subtle, slightly tingling, and slightly itchy sensation came from my elbow.

Yes, the elbow, it seemed to be following Pei Lan's instructions, poking at something.

After a moment of shock, the Taoist priest realized—my hand is broken.

It wasn't a fracture; it was broken in two at the elbow!
She was shocked. What had happened? What was it that could, without her noticing, transcend her divine sense and sever the arm of a Heavenly Consciousness Realm expert?

Pei Lan kept reminding herself that the situation was still unclear and she had to stay calm.

She took a deep breath.

Then she felt some kind of viscous liquid being drawn back into her body.

Thick, cloudy, and cold.

Is it blood?
Pei Lan lowered her right hand, which was now only an upper arm, and tried to move her left arm.

The left side is better; although several fingers are completely unresponsive, I can at least feel my palm.

Her hand reached up to the object in front of her and slowly began to explore it.

This should be a person, with long, well-defined muscles, but disheveled clothes and faint breathing as if asleep.

When the tingling sensation in her chest began to return, and she confirmed the other person's firm, flat pectoral muscles, she knew that this must be a man.

...No, the boundless heavenly venerable one, where did I end up in this state of darkness?
The situation was unclear, but judging from her own physical condition, Pei Lan was clearly seriously injured. After several unsuccessful attempts to break free from his physical restraint, she could only try to push him and open her mouth, calling out in a voice that was very unfamiliar to her: "Hey, wake up!"

"Hey, wake up..."

"Hey, wake up..."

"Awake……"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it still carried far, echoing layer upon layer, as if one were in a vast and secluded abyss.

Whether friend or foe, at least the man on her body did respond to her calls.

With a slight twitch, his consciousness began to return to his body. His lowered face brushed against Pei Lan's cheek, and soon his warm, moist breaths became heavy.

"Uh……"

He instinctively placed a hand on the soft surface, then straddled Pei Lan's waist and sat up.

Unable to see clearly in the darkness, Pei Lan only heard him mutter, "Damn it, hard landing."

The Taoist priest opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Who are you calling hard?!"

(End of this chapter)