Chapter 355: The Ground-Sealing Art! Mortal Martial Cultivator! The Mysterious Bronze Mask! Wang Xue’an!
In this pitch-dark Fengdu, a realm condensed from countless resentments, earth-shaking explosions echoed from time to time with flames soaring into the sky. The domineering divine might of the Wind Divine Bow had left the robed elder shackled and constrained, mainly because he had never before witnessed such a reckless, death-defying archery style. Each divine art he unleashed rippled with terrifying power in the air, only to be intercepted by Li Yanchu’s divine arrows!
Boom!
Boom!
Their clash was nothing less than earth-shattering, with shockwaves spreading outward in all directions. The white sphere of light nearby flickered erratically under the impact.
Once such a secret technique was invoked, the caster had to remain utterly focused, exhausting spiritual strength to sustain it. Against curses, sorcery, and demonic arts, this white sphere of light served as a formidable defense, yet at the same time, it was also a prison of one’s own making.
It was essentially a secret method akin to the Turtle-Breathing Art[1].
The woman in white within could clearly sense the colossal battle raging outside, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. She wanted to release herself from this state, but alas, earlier she had strayed into a forbidden land, where a monkey-faced ghost had struck her with a curse. And this was no ordinary curse, but something akin to a divine art where words themselves became law.
Later, she managed to escape that strange forbidden land using her own secret methods, avoiding a prolonged duel with the monkey-faced ghost.
Yet even now, that eerie curse was still gnawing at her primordial spirit cultivation.
“Those foul spirits have wronged me... Once I get out, I must slay that monkey-faced fiend!” So resolved the woman in white.
At that thought, she let out a faint sigh. Earlier in Fengdu, she had encountered a bald young man; he bore great fortune, possessed secret techniques, and had even proposed traveling together. But her soul had faintly warned her of danger, so she chose not to accompany him.
Now, a sudden flash of insight struck her: perhaps her earlier misstep into the forbidden land had not been mere chance, but rather the bald youth’s deliberate, or at least half-intentional, guidance. As though he had sought to lure others into the forbidden land.