My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Donggong Ruoshu is a Martial Arts Fourth Rank, her body is extremely explosive, combined with Qinggong, in just a brief instant, she managed to create quite a distance. Chen Yi chased hurriedly, suddenly a fierce wind rose, desperately pulling him back, slowing his steps for a moment. He raised his head, and the distance between them grew further apart.

Peak Stepping Cloud, after three steps, Chen Yi's body shot out like an elongated, black lightning.

The Dragon and Tiger Taoists and the White Lotus Sect looked at each other in confusion. Just after seeing Chen Yi again, he disappeared without a trace. No one could figure out the situation. Zhao Tong was still pondering how to respond, when immediately a Taoist chased after them.

"Chase!"

It was Qing Yuan who first moved, and soon, several Taoists followed in a hurry, not giving anyone much time to think.

In a flash, Qing Yuan had already gone far with the others, closely chasing after Chen Yi's footsteps.

Although she didn't know exactly what was happening, from the moment Donggong Ruoshu appeared, Qing Yuan instinctively felt that something was off about her.

Having seen Donggong Ruoshu's nature, that stupid girl was like a never-ending lively fire, always bringing a sense of celebration wherever she went; yet, the current Donggong Ruoshu seemed too shy.

Not that she cared too much, but in this crisis-ridden White Tower, she couldn't help but keep an eye open, along with a thought that just so happened to match the type liked by that traitor.

Ugh, her thoughts were tangled again… Qing Yuan frowned slightly.

Raising her head again, Donggong Ruoshu's figure was getting closer, but there was still quite a distance to catch up.

Yin Weiyin controlled Donggong Ruoshu's body, her movement technique like a phantom. She was astonished at how terrifyingly strong this body was, even enhancing her Magic as if divinely assisted, as though it was made for her.

Feeling the ever-tightening pursuit behind her, Yin Weiyin didn't even glance back, but ran fast!

Running now, or it'll be too late.

Truly, if Chen Yi discovered the situation, even if he wouldn't consider it because of his actions, there would be no guarantee he wouldn't bring it up someday.

In the midst of her frantic sprint, she glanced quickly at the divination on her fingertip.

From a desperate situation, luckily she thought quickly, feigning the awakening of an unknown entity's true form to fool everyone, especially someone as wary as Chen Yi who would be cautious.

Chen Yi, rather than pursuing to kill, was more likely chasing to find out, or to see where she was headed.

And Yin Weiyin quietly calculated a divination. Since now she was in this body, and divination was so effective, calculating another path was not impossible.

In the corridor, the Gang Wind blew wildly, the fierce wind spewed Sword Qi, clashing to raise smoke and dust, Chen Yi swept aside with one hand, taking another step.

The road beneath seemed to collapse suddenly, and in an instant, Chen Yi closed the distance even more.

Chen Yi indeed wanted to see where Donggong Ruoshu was going to run.

The time when she yelled "So painful," her appearance seemed as if something uncontrollable was about to burst out, leaving no choice but to pursue relentlessly.

As they ventured deeper, the dark space began to stir with thin fog uncertainly.

Chen Yi's steps suddenly stalled, within Heart Lake, those residual spirits confined by Sword Intent World seemed to have been stimulated, striving to break free.

What was the cause of this… no time to think, Chen Yi saw the distance widening again, speeding up to chase.

Don't ask why first, let's see where she's going.

Yin Weiyin had no idea where she was heading.

She knew nothing about the White Tower; her only dependency was the divination in her hand.

No matter what, since she seemed to be divinely aided in this body, the divination probably wouldn't deceive her.

The cave ahead grew more profound, the path twisted and bizarre, Yin Weiyin darted out from the fog, continuously sprinting forward.

Chen Yi suppressed the residual spirits' turmoil in his Heart Lake with Sword Intent, suddenly hearing the Old Saintess let out a "huh."

Before Chen Yi could ask, "What's the matter," the Old Saintess spoke:

"These residual spirits… are they… afraid?"

Afraid?

Chen Yi was taken aback. These residual spirits had been imprisoned in the tower by Dragon and Tiger Mountain for two thousand years, enduring countless generations, holding onto vengeance for ages. Barefoot, they feared nothing, what could frighten them so much that they desperately tried to escape?

Could it be… they didn't want to die with him here?

Suddenly, like a flash of spiritual light, the wind in front of him swiftly changed, an invisible sword aura shot straight between the eyebrows!

Chen Yi abruptly dodged, stretching out his hand to grasp, Sword Intent World enveloped it quickly, and upon contact, a recoil surged back.

Very strong.

But in terms of speed, it was already above Fourth Rank, and being a residual spirit, formless and invisible, made it extremely difficult to handle.

Though not impossible to deal with, Chen Yi still frowned slightly, glancing at the silhouette of Donggong Ruoshu running further away, unhindered, seemingly welcomed by those Divine residual spirits.

What's ahead?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, another residual spirit attacked.

...…

The Gang Wind gradually subsided, the clothes no longer swelled like a dome.

Yin Weiyin caught her breath a couple of times—was this… it?

Where was Chen Yi? Still haven't caught up?

Yin Weiyin hastily cast a divination, realizing he wouldn't be harmed, although his steps would slow a bit, she breathed a sigh of relief. If anything happened to him, she'd rather the truth be exposed.

At this moment, she finally raised her head to observe the scene before her.

Before her stood nine bronze pillars, arranged in the formation of nine palaces, surrounded by a flickering green phosphorescence that seemed harmless.

This seemed like… a palace.

Precisely, it was a shattered palace, everywhere she looked was broken walls and rubble. The surface cracked, bricks and tiles shattered, Yin Weiyin took a step and almost stumbled, looking down, she found a fragment of turtle shell.

She picked it up for a closer look, the scribbled text on it was hard to understand and unclear. Surveying her surroundings, turtle shell fragments covered the ground, each inscribed with tiny characters, soaked with dark red vermillion, as if outlined with blood over millennia. In the distance, grotesque Xiao designs floated twistedly on the palace pillars, squirming like living things in the phosphorescent glow.

Where exactly was this?

At the same time, a faint rustling noise began, Yin Weiyin initially thought Chen Yi was approaching, but listening closely…

Was there truly a sound?!

Yin Weiyin was horrified, after divining, she turned her head towards the direction of the sound.

It seemed to come from deep within the palace, sounding ancient and grand, yet somewhat awkward and rigid.

As if… singing?

Yin Weiyin was puzzled, suspecting she had heard wrong, an inexplicable urge to check it out stirred in her heart, leading her step by step closer, the surrounding phenomena suddenly intensified.

The visions turned somewhat illusory, as if she walked along a great avenue, amidst the mist on both sides, vague figures appeared, emerging from turtle shells on the ground.

Towering trees hung long roots, thirty people danced around the trees, each root bound with ancient bodies.

Some with Three Heads and Six Arms yet blue-faced and tusked, some with hoopoes and leopard tails like The Queen Mother of the West, some were Witch Gods of Chu Land, carrying snakes and commanding dragons, some beneath whose feet knelt seven skulls…

Yin Weiyin couldn't help but breathe heavily, as she drew closer,

The sound from deep within seemed to pause for a moment.

At this time, she noticed, the palace door hadn't closed tightly but left a deep gap.

An eye, probing from an even deeper place.

It watched her keenly,

Next to her ear, echoed a voice like a call, ancient and vast…

"Taiyi…"