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Chapter 169 Core Dual Transformation Realm, the Truth of the Pit!? (15 Chapters in 2 Words, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

The cave seemed to have become a giant grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

Fang Qingyu, Wei Banmeng, and Jiang Wei stood back to back on the "conch" main node, which shimmered with a ghostly blue light, forming an unbreakable triangle of death.

Wave after wave of ghosts, drawn by the aura and energy fluctuations of the living, surged out of the massive cracks around them like a tide, roaring as they rushed toward them.

Staggering corpse puppets, rotting corpse dogs, and bone-chilling corpse guards.
They come in various shapes and sizes, exuding a strong aura of death and decay.

Battle became almost the only melody in this desolate space.

Fang Qingyu was like a tireless killing machine.

The Dragon Sparrow's Calamity-Slaying Blade in his hands transformed into the Grim Reaper's scythe, each swing bringing forth a mass of severed limbs.

He brought out the full potential of the Thunderstrike Eight Slashes, reaching the pinnacle of perfection, and with the slowing effect of the Starlight Force Field, he precisely and efficiently harvested lives.

Blood and bits of flesh were splashed around him, then evaporated by the intense heat of the surging crimson flames, turning into a pungent, fishy smell.

Fang Qingyu's black combat suit had long been stained dark red, and the dark red lava patterns under his skin shone brightly with each burst of blood energy.

The roar of battle, the howls of ghouls, the muffled thuds of tearing flesh, the crackling of exploding flames, and the buzzing of colliding energy intertwined and echoed within this enormous domed cavern, forming an unending symphony of death.

And in the intervals between these bloody battles, there was a race against time for cultivation.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, the filthy blood seeped into the rock layers, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning and decay.

Fang Qingyu, however, ignored it.

Whenever an attack was temporarily repelled, he would immediately return to his original spot, sit cross-legged, and grab the microscopic-level Qi and Blood Crystal or the warm life pearl that had just been decomposed and was covered in dust and blood.

The Crimson Blaze surged within his body, greedily devouring the pure and abundant energy within the Qi and Blood Crystal.

The lava patterns beneath his skin shone brightly, each breath carrying a scorching heat, and the thunderous roar of his bones grew ever more intense and resonant.

The crimson tribulation jade within his dantian shone like a burning star, its size seemingly growing slowly, releasing an even more domineering and pure tribulation fire power with each pulse.

Your core skill "Crimson Bright Nine Revolutions Jade Scripture - Second Revolution" experience +3

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On the other side, dazzling starlight descended from the void and poured into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Driven by the Nine Heavens Primordial Chaos Visualization Method, the liquid star core rotates at high speed, collapses, and expands, becoming more condensed and heavy with each cycle.

Although the range of the Zhou Tian Star Force Field did not expand, the sluggish feeling inside became increasingly viscous and heavy.

The total amount and quality of force are increasing at an astonishing rate.

[Your core skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Contemplation Method - Three Realms" experience +5]

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Wei Banmeng also seized every spare moment to recover.

She watched as Fang Qingyu devoured resources like a glutton amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his aura rising rapidly like a rocket, his cold face masking a profound and overwhelming shock.

This is no longer a simple desperate struggle; it is treating this desperate situation as a crucible for tempering oneself!
Battle, slaughter, devouring, refining, breakthrough
And so on and on.

After what seemed like the umpteenth wave of zombies had been repelled, there was a brief respite.

Wei Banmeng silently wiped the blood from the tip of her blade, her gaze falling on Fang Qingyu, who had just finished a round of cultivation and whose aura was as hot and surging as molten lava.

Fang Qingyu's aura had not yet fully subsided, and he was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, his edge fully revealed.

"You," Wei Banmeng's cool voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of barely perceptible inquiry, "how long have you been practicing martial arts since you started?"

Fang Qingyu was just grabbing a compressed biscuit and stuffing it into his mouth when he heard this. He paused slightly, raised his eyelids to look at her, and his eyes were calm and unwavering.

He swallowed the dry, hard food, casually patted the rock ash off his combat uniform, and after a brief moment of recollection, spoke in a calm voice:

"It should be less than half a year."

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The air solidified instantly.

Wei Banmeng's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the double-edged sword.

Although there was no shock on her cold face, a subtle ripple stirred deep within her clear, cold eyes.

She comes from the top martial arts school in Beijing, "Longyuan Pavilion," and is a direct disciple of the school's master.

From the beginning of my spiritual practice until now.
It was less than half a year.

However, the two are in completely different environments. Longyuan Pavilion is a place that far surpasses a martial arts school in a small place like Qingjian City in terms of resources, techniques, and vision.

The young man from Qingjian City in front of us, in this environment, went from nothing to mastery in less than half a year.

And it possesses such terrifying combat lethality?
A complex and indescribable emotion surged within her, mixed with extreme shock and a sense of absurdity.

Jiang Wei, sitting on a rock with her knees drawn up to her chest, nibbled on her new snack.

As if she hadn't heard their conversation, her clear, large eyes scanned the depths of the crack.

She was already used to Fang Qingyu's "monster" nature.

Wei Banmeng ultimately said nothing, but silently lowered his head and wiped his twin blades even harder, his cold knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Silence spread through the cave, which reeked of blood and the smell of burning.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the killing and training; perhaps three days, perhaps five.

The corpses piled up at the cave entrance, forming new "walls," only to be broken up by subsequent impacts, in a never-ending cycle.

[Congratulations! Your core skill "Crimson Light Nine Revolutions Jade Scripture - Second Revolution" has been upgraded to Lv.4 (0/1600)]

[Congratulations! Your core skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Contemplation Technique - Three Realms" has been upgraded to Lv.4 (0/1600)]

boom--!
A torrent of lava, far more powerful and purer than before, erupted within Fang Qingyu's body!

The crimson tribulation jade increased in size several times, radiating brilliant light. The raging tribulation fire power was like surging magma from the earth's veins, washing over, expanding, and strengthening every meridian!
The thunderous roar, which seemed to resonate through bones and muscles, transformed into a deep, molten lava roar!
The Crimson Blaze Scripture has undergone two transformations, reaching the Bone-Melting Transformation Realm!

Almost simultaneously, the liquid star core deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly collapsed to its limit and then exploded with a roar!
It transformed into a more refined, heavy, and coldly domineering silver-blue star!

The dazzling starlight flowed like mercury, and the sluggishness of the force field almost materialized!

The Nine Heavens Primordial Chaos Visualization Technique, Transcendent Realm!

Dual cores break through to a new level!
An overwhelming sense of power filled my entire body!
Meanwhile, the experience progress of the martial artist profession panel on the chart has finally reached more than half after this period of tempering!

【Occupation: Warrior (★) Lv.2 (211/400)】

Just as Fang Qingyu was feeling the earth-shattering changes within his body, and before he could fully subdue his aura...

Rumble, rumble—!
A violent tremor suddenly struck without warning!
The entire underground passage was shaking violently as if it were being grabbed by an invisible giant hand!
Gravel fell in a flurry, and the rock face groaned under the weight, as if it were about to collapse completely at any moment!
"alert!"

Fang Qingyu's eyes sharpened, instantly pulling himself out of the afterglow of his breakthrough, and he shouted in a low voice.

The three reacted extremely quickly, almost at the same time the tremor came, they leaned against the rock wall, drew their weapons, and instantly raised their aura to its peak, warily scanning the dark depths from which the tremor came.

The darkness ahead was torn apart like water being plunged into a pool with a boulder thrown in!
A disheveled figure sped out at a speed that seemed to burn with the life force of a human, leaving a blurry afterimage in the visual field!

The man's standard combat uniform was torn in many places and stained with blood and dust, clearly indicating that he was the guard responsible for the previous communication node.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear and despair as he pushed his speed to the limit his body could withstand!

And behind him—

boom! boom! boom!
The dull, massive, and destructive impact sounded like the beating of war drums!
The entire passage trembled violently! A suffocating, foul wind, carrying a chilling malice, surged in like a tangible tide, instantly filling the senses of Fang Qingyu and the other two!

The feeling was as if some terrifying being from the ancient wilderness was crushing the rock layers and approaching step by step!

"A Molted-shell class? Or a Phantom Serpent?!"

A warning bell rang in Fang Qingyu's mind, and he instantly thought of two worst-case scenarios! Neither of them was an existence they could currently confront head-on!
The fleeing guards had obviously also spotted Fang Qingyu and his two companions at the fork in the road.

A fleeting struggle, hesitation, and even a sliver of hope for seeing one of his own kind flashed in his eyes, but when he felt the terrifying aura behind him almost touching his spine, that hope was instantly overwhelmed by greater despair. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with an almost tragic resolve!

With a wild roar, he used his last bit of strength to twist his body in a flash, forcibly changing his direction of escape and rushing towards another dark passage opposite to the fork in the road where Fang Qingyu and the other two were!

At the same time, using all the air in his chest, he let out a tearing roar, full of warning and sacrifice:

"run--!!!"

The sound was piercing, like a final, mournful cry!

However, before his roar had even completely subsided, the darkness behind him was utterly crushed by a terrifying silhouette of unimaginable size!
Boom——! ! !
He rushed into the entrance of the side road.

The thick rock wall shattered like paper!

Crimson! A molten crimson!
A gigantic, grotesque snake head, so large it filled the entire entrance to the passage, burst forth with a violent aura!

The head, covered in thick crimson-gold scales, and its dark gold vertical pupils burning with pain and madness, instantly locked onto the tiny figure in front of it, which exuded the aura of "bait"!

It is indeed the Peng Snake!

It seemed to have lost patience with the fugitive, and the abyss's gaping maw suddenly opened, instantly generating a terrifying suction force!

The fleeing team member suddenly froze, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand. His face instantly drained of all color, and he opened his mouth in despair, but no sound came out.

The next moment, his body, along with the surrounding rubble, was swept back without any resistance and plunged straight into the gaping maw filled with pale white teeth!
"Crack. Glug."

The chilling sounds of chewing and swallowing were particularly clear and jarring amidst the vibrating roar.

The moment the tremor erupted and the team member rushed out, Fang Qingyu and the other two tacitly retreated to the shadowy corner of a relatively narrow side passage, avoiding Peng She's direct line of sight.

The giant head of the Peng Snake slowly turned, its cold vertical pupils sweeping across the empty and messy cave, lingering for a moment on the eerie blue light of the "conch" node, before sweeping over the fork in the road where Fang Qingyu and the other two were hiding.

His gaze was indifferent, carrying a hint of annoyance at being disturbed, but he didn't seem to take these three "little bugs" seriously.

For it, having just devoured a Transcendent Martial Artist.

The energy fluctuations of this small amount of "food" in front of it did not interest it at all.

The enormous serpent's head slowly retracted into the shattered crack. With a rumbling sound as the rock wall writhed, the crack began to heal rapidly. The chilling crimson and terrifying pressure receded, leaving only a mess and an overwhelming stench of blood.

The cave fell silent again, except for the occasional sound of loose stones rolling down.

Fang Qingyu's deep and urgent voice suddenly came from the front.

"You stay here and keep an eye on the nodes and Xiao Jiang."

Wei Banmeng suddenly looked up and saw a ghostly figure disappearing into the darkness, moving at an astonishing speed and silently towards the crack that was about to close!

"Fang Qingyu!" Wei Banmeng called out softly, but when she reached out, she grasped at empty air.

She watched as the figure rapidly disappeared into the darkness deep within the broken passage, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Is he crazy?

Tracking down that terrifying ancient beast all by himself?!
She subconsciously looked at Jiang Wei, only to see that the little girl had simply put away the flames in her palms, hugged her knees, and sat back down on the stone in the corner. There was no worry on her little face, as if Fang Qingyu had just gone for a walk.

This extraordinary tranquility.

This brought Wei Banmeng's doubts and shock to their peak.

How could a seven or eight-year-old girl remain so calm and composed after witnessing an ancient ferocious beast?

And what exactly does that boy want to do?
Just who are these two?
For the first time, she felt completely unable to understand him.

Deep, broken passageways filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and blood.

Fang Qingyu moved like a true shadow, clinging to the cold, rough rock wall under the veil of eternal night.

Actively activate Crisis Perception and True Sight.
The tremors coming from ahead and the oppressive feeling brought by the movement of the massive body of the Phantom Serpent acted like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding us in the right direction.

After traveling an unknown distance, the view ahead suddenly opened up, accompanied by an even louder spatial echo.

And a heart-pounding, drum-like, heavy heartbeat.

Fang Qingyu carefully made his way to the end of the passage and hid behind a cracked, collapsed rock.

Only one pair of eyes is exposed.

The scene before him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

This is an underground space several times larger than the cave they are guarding!

The dome soared into the darkness, as if connecting to the mantle of the earth.

In the center of the space was a dark red fleshy membrane that pulsated and undulated slowly like a living thing, and the heavy heartbeat came from within it!

Edge of the fascia region.

Connected to countless thick, pulsating, dark red tubes, they were deeply embedded in the surrounding rock walls.

Here.

It seems to be the core "heart" area of ​​the entire pit nest!
And on the edge of this enormous "heart," the massive red-headed, white-bodied serpent was coiled up.

It seemed somewhat restless, its massive head swaying slightly, its dark golden vertical pupils scanning its surroundings warily. Its deathly pale body appeared even more eerie against the backdrop of its dark red fleshy membrane.

But what made Fang Qingyu's breath catch in his throat was not the Peng Snake, but a figure standing not far in front of the Peng Snake's huge head!
The man had his back to Fang Qingyu, his posture was upright, and he was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, which was out of place in this filthy and bloody environment.

With his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets, he looked as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own garden.

The most glaring thing is...

Above his head, two large, glaring scarlet characters floated:
The Chosen One!
Fang Qingyu frowned upon seeing this.

Another chosen one, and judging from his appearance, he's an enemy, not a friend.

"Moo—!!!"

Just then, the giant red head of the Peng Serpent suddenly rose up, letting out a hiss that was a mixture of pain, rage, and a hint of indescribable frustration!

Its dark gold vertical pupils stared intently at the man in the suit, its massive body twisting uneasily, causing the surrounding gravel to tumble down.

The screech clearly angered the man in the suit.

"Noisy!"

A cold, emotionless voice rang out, echoing clearly throughout the vast space.

He didn't even glance back at the terrifying beast that could devour a peak-level Transcendent Realm expert; his right hand, which was tucked into his trouser pocket, casually flipped outwards.

hum!
Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!
Beside the snake, a jagged rock about half a person's height appeared as if it had been violently awakened from its slumber by an invisible giant hand!
It instantly broke free from Earth's gravity, accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound.

Like a cannonball, it slammed into the side of the giant head of the Peng Snake!

boom! ! !
A dull, heart-pounding bang exploded!

The rock shattered into countless fragments of stone the moment it touched the crimson scales! The immense impact caused the mountain-like head of the Peng Serpent to tilt violently to the side!
A clear white mark was left on the crimson scale, and several small scales at the edges even flew off!

"woo"

The serpent let out a pained, low whimper, its massive head forced to lower, the madness and savagery in its vertical pupils suppressed by instinctive fear, and it truly dared not hiss again.

Its massive, mountain-like body trembled slightly under the white light, as if bearing immense, invisible pressure.

Fang Qingyu's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing this!
Earth-based ability!?
Isn't this exactly the same as the chosen one everyone else is talking about, the one from the west, responsible for maintaining the stability of the pit?
Fang Qingyu's mind felt as if it had been cleaved open by a blazing white lightning bolt.

All the clues connected instantly.

It turns out that every time the snake ate a person and damaged the rock wall, it wasn't automatically repaired by the earth-type ability user, but rather it was deliberately repaired to prevent others from tracking it.

And why were those modified martial artists able to appear precisely in the passageway?!
And why were the powerful figures in the pit "trapped" and lost contact?
If someone were controlling the terrain of the pit, then everything would make sense.

It's not just about molting-level ghosts.

There's also an Earth-type Chosen One causing trouble.
(End of this chapter)