Chapter 673

In the face of Yan Ziyan's new round of fierce attacks, the white-robed gentleman smiled faintly. He then abruptly raised his hand and cast several incantation seals in quick succession, all of which disappeared into the surrounding space in a flash.

In the next instant, a series of light disks the size of wagon wheels appeared within the yellow spirit domain that he had released. These disks revolved incessantly, constantly weakening the onslaught of the purple-winged bat's soundwaves. However, the extremely high-grade white robes he was wearing were still beginning to wrinkle.

After a short while, a series of tearing sounds rang out. Countless fine holes had appeared on his robes, and the light disks finally began to dissipate one by one.

At the same time, the palace ruins beside and behind the white-robed gentleman began to tremble incessantly under the soundwaves. Soon, they were reduced to dust, drifting through the air like smoke and scattering everywhere.

A hint of joy appeared in Yan Ziyan's eyes upon seeing this. She hurriedly chanted something and quickly strummed the pipa in her hands.

A vicious glint flashed through the purple-winged bat's eyes. It abruptly spread its wings and transformed into a streak of purple light, hurtling toward the white-robed gentleman.

"Hmph, since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being merciless!"

The white-robed gentleman lowered his head to glance at his tattered robes. A hint of indignation flashed through his eyes as he scolded her.

With that said, he flicked his wrist and spiritual light flashed before him. Immediately, a huge iron fan that was around six feet in length appeared in front of him. There were circles of complex and difficult to understand yellow runes inscribed on its surface, from which bursts of powerful earth-attribute laws were emanating.

He made a hand sign with one hand, and the iron fan in front of him immediately opened with a "clang" sound. On the huge fan, a strange beast pattern that looked like a yellow-haired wind howling shone brightly. It leaped out of the fan as if it had come to life. It opened its huge mouth, and a tornado wrapped in rolling yellow sand flew out of it.

"Boom boom boom …"

A series of violent booms rang out as the yellow sand tornado swept past, directly pulverizing the purple-winged bat that was just about to reach it.

Yan Ziyan, who was holding the pipa in her hand, felt her entire body turn sluggish. Unable to dodge at all, she was struck by the yellow sand tornado and was sent flying backward. With a "bang", she slammed into the door of Liuhuo Palace behind her and fell inside.

"Tsk tsk, I've been too heavy-handed. Don't ruin that face …" The white-robed gentleman let out an "Aiyo!" and hurriedly put away his iron fan. His heart ached as he hurriedly rushed forward.

But before he could reach the door of the hall, he suddenly heard an extremely fine and concentrated sound. It sounded like the sound of countless beetles flapping their wings at the same time.

Immediately after, Yan Ziyan's exclamation came from within the hall, "No!

What is this … "

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure shot out from the main hall. She had only flown a thousand feet into the sky when she fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".

When the white-robed gentleman saw this, he was first startled. Then, he focused his gaze on the woman's body and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

He saw a large number of dark red bugs the size of a grain of rice. Their bodies were burning with red flames, densely covering Yan Ziyan's body.

Her face was filled with pain as she rolled madly on the ground. Hoarse moans came from her mouth. Under the burning of the flames, her body was enveloped in a layer of faint golden mist. Her originally radiant cheeks began to show fine lines at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her black hair at her temples also began to turn white.

What on earth was this thing that seemed to be able to burn her vitality?

One must know that although Golden Immortals were unable to avoid the Blight Calamity, apart from that, their lifespans were almost limitless. How could these strange little bugs have such nature-defying abilities?

The white-robed gentleman's expression immediately turned extremely ugly. His heart was filled with extreme shock. With a turn of his body, he was about to flee without a care for anything else.

But just at this moment, something strange happened!

An enormous figure descended from the sky like an iron tower. A layer of fiery red spirit domain immediately enveloped the surroundings, wrapping him in as well.

The white-robed gentleman looked sideways and saw that the man had a strange appearance. He had fiery hair, a nose like a rhinoceros's horn, and two large golden rings hanging from his two pointy ears. His expression was cold, and his eyes seemed to be filled with disdain.

This fiery hair alien was none other than Chi Rong.

After sensing the powerful aura that Chi Rong deliberately released, the white-robed gentleman's heart immediately sank. He was a Late-stage Primordial Unity cultivator.

"A mere Golden Immortal dares to touch the Fire Year Firefly that Master keeps. Let me see how long your lifespan can last for it to burn?" Chi Rong sneered and said.

"Wh … What, there really is such a thing?"

When the white-robed gentleman heard the words' Fire Year Firefly ', he could not help but stiffen. Only then did he suddenly remember a rumor that had been circulating in the Realm of True Immortals for a long time.

The legendary Fire Year Firefly was a very strange spiritual insect. Although it looked similar to the fireflies in the mortal world, its body burned with the Flame of Time that contained some strange power of the Law of Time. When it encountered living beings with flesh and blood, it could burn their lifespan to obtain energy to help it reproduce. Wherever it passed, living beings would often be wiped out, and it was abnormally fierce.

However, because its lifespan was extremely short, it could usually only live for about a month. If no living beings were burned by it, it could not continue to reproduce, and in the end, it would become extinct. Therefore, there were not many of them in the world.

However, it was said that some cultivators who were proficient in the Way of Insect Mastery could use secret time treasures or special restrictions to freeze it for a long time. When they needed it, they could then open the secret treasure or restriction to release it.

Obviously, there was such a restriction in Liuhuo Palace. It was only when his fight with Yan Ziyan destroyed the restriction that this thing was released.

The white-robed gentleman's back was covered in cold sweat. Just as he was thinking about how to escape, he saw the foreign race man's gaze turn and stare at him.

He knew that the situation was bad and did not dare to hesitate. He formed a spell with both hands, and yellow light shone around his body. Instantly, a yellow whirlpool appeared under his feet. With a spin, it swallowed him in, and his figure immediately disappeared.

However, after a few breaths, a yellow halo once again lit up on the ground hundreds of feet away. The white-robed gentleman's figure was tightly clamped by a giant flaming hand that extended from the crimson spiritual domain and pulled out of the ground.

"Hehe, since you're here, don't think about leaving." Chi Rong laughed softly and raised his hand to heavily press the ground.

The giant flaming hand grabbed the white-robed gentleman and pressed him firmly onto the ground.

Then, Chi Rong leisurely took out a dark red short flute from his bosom. It was covered in black spots and looked like an old blowpipe.

However, when Chi Rong pressed the holes on the flute and played the flute, waves of ancient and desolate sound slowly came out.

Following this sound, the buzzing sound in Liuhuo Palace grew louder and louder. Tens of thousands of fire fireflies were awakened from their frozen state. They all flapped their wings and flew out, pouncing towards the white-robed gentleman.

For a moment, miserable cries rang through the sky again.

Chi Rong did not look at the white-robed gentleman and Yan Ziyan again. Instead, he strode towards the other side of the plaza.

There, there stood a rather well-preserved statue of a foreign race. There weren't many traces of damage on its body.

Its hands and feet were as big as palm-leaf fans, and the hair on its head was like fire. Its upper body was bare, and there were circles of strange patterns carved on its skin.

"I acted on my own and came here to collect the fire fireflies. Master, please forgive me … The trespasser of Liuhuo Palace has already been executed." Chi Rong walked in front of the statue and solemnly bowed to it as he murmured.

…

Ten days later.

In the sky above a forest in the Truth Sect's ruins, a green silhouette rode a jade flying carriage and flew across the sky. His face was pale, and his appearance was ordinary. It was Han Li who had changed his appearance and assumed the identity of Li Jiangliu.

Over the past few days, he had continued to move along the back of the enormous pond. Along the way, he had only discovered some scattered ruins, and he hadn't encountered any danger or treasures. It could be said that he had arrived here peacefully.

On the flying carriage, he gazed into the distance and suddenly frowned. He changed his hand sign and controlled the flying carriage to descend to the ground.

After landing, Han Li kept the flying carriage and walked out along the bluestone path in the forest. Not long after, he arrived in front of a huge suspended arch bridge.

The main body of the arch bridge was made of wood and stone. It was more than three hundred feet wide, and there were bluestone steps and a flat road on it. On both sides of the bridge, there was a greyish-white stone lion, which was supposed to be the guardian of the arch bridge.

Han Li walked forward and raised his hand to touch one of the stone lions that was much taller than him. He confirmed that it was just an ordinary guardian stone beast, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he slowly climbed up the stone steps and walked toward the bridge step by step.

When he walked to the middle of the arch bridge, he suddenly stopped and did not continue forward.

This was because the bridge broke at this point. Further ahead was a huge space crack that was thousands of feet long. There was no light in the dark inside, and only bursts of strong space fluctuations came continuously.

The other half of the arch bridge seemed to be swallowed by this space crack.

In addition to this huge space crack, there were also countless densely packed small cracks scattered around. Although they did not completely block Han Li's way, he did not dare to rashly pass through them.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the black space in the crack, but found that there was nothing inside. After observing for a long time, he even felt a sense of fear that he would be swallowed by it.

He slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the two sides of the bridge. He saw that the area on both sides that stretched for thousands of feet were almost the same as here. Whether it was the towering ancient trees or the pavilions, they were all neatly cut in half.

They were either stubbornly standing like this half of the arch bridge, or they had collapsed and become dilapidated.

All of this seemed quite strange.

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