CXnovel Chapter 203 You guys fight, I'll slip away
Chapter 203 You guys fight, I'll slip away
Mo Chengyue's back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
The undergarment felt cool and sticky against my skin.
He slipped silently out from the crevice in the shadow of the stone pillar.
The Heavenly Dragon Steps beneath his feet unleashed their final burst.
Within three breaths.
His figure disappeared into the darkness at the entrance of the side hall.
The moment we entered the side hall.
He pressed his back firmly against the cold white marble wall.
He was panting heavily but dared not make a sound.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.
The blood vessels in my temples throbbed and sputtered.
My stomach churned.
This is a normal physiological response to the depletion of adrenaline after extreme stress.
But he still wished he could hold his heart in place.
"That last moment."
He closed his eyes and silently reviewed the situation in his mind.
"If that powerful demon had stared at me for just three more breaths..."
"Or perhaps the old human didn't speak at that crucial moment to distract him."
"Or perhaps the resonance of the Golden Core is just a tiny bit stronger."
"Even a single wisp of it leaked out of the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant..."
He did not continue to extrapolate.
Because every possible outcome is the same.
dead.
This was not an ordinary death.
It was the kind of death where someone was surrounded and killed by more than ten peak Core Formation cultivators who saw them as an unknown threat.
His breathing gradually calmed down.
He opened his eyes, his vision slowly adjusting to the darkness inside the side hall.
Unexpectedly.
The interior of the side hall is much better preserved than the exterior.
The white marble floor of the corridor was as smooth as new.
There were no scorch marks or cracks on the walls from the battle.
The air was filled with an ancient atmosphere that had been silent for countless years.
Dry, cold, and without a trace of blood.
The direction of the main hall in the distance.
The muffled thuds of the clash of techniques continued to resound.
One sound after another.
For example, a neighbor several walls away is doing renovations all night.
He wiped the sweat seeping from the edge of his mask with the back of his hand.
One last glance at the direction of the main hall behind him.
"That's a place for people who want to die."
His tone was flat.
"Seizing opportunities is the protagonist's job."
"It has nothing to do with me."
Then Mo Chengyue turned around.
The instant I stepped sideways into the entrance of the side hall.
A mushroom cloud of light exploded in mid-air behind the plaza.
The shockwave, carrying rubble and dust, swept across from the direction of the main hall.
He pushed off with his foot.
He was completely enveloped in the shadows inside the side hall's door frame.
Hold your breath and maximize the energy-gathering function of the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant.
The shockwave swept across the edge of the door frame, taking away a thin layer of ash from his mask.
He waited for a full ten breaths.
It was confirmed that no divine sense was probing in this direction.
Only then did they peel his back off the wall.
Several pieces of rubble that had been shaken off the outer wall were scattered on the ground at the entrance of the side hall.
He stepped over carefully.
When the soles of the shoes touch the ground, the soles of the feet are intentionally enveloped with true energy.
Eliminate all sound.
He glanced back at the ruins of the plaza behind him, which had been leveled three or four stories high.
He then looked at the dark yet complete outline of the deep side hall corridor in front of him.
The dividing line between the two worlds lies right beneath his feet on this threshold.
The side hall corridor was surprisingly intact.
The white marble bricks on the ground fit together perfectly.
Not a single piece was warped or broken.
The wall surface is as clean as new.
Not even a single crack could be found.
The dome's curves are smooth and beautiful.
Every three zhang (approximately 10 meters) there is a stone lamp with an ancient design.
The lamp was empty inside, with no flame.
However, the stone lantern itself is exquisitely carved to an appalling degree.
Each lamp base is engraved with a different mythical beast pattern.
The lines are as fine as a hair.
Even with his eyesight at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.
You need to get close to see all the details.
This corridor and the plaza outside, which was blasted into the shape of the moon by more than a dozen peak Core Formation experts.
They belong to the same building.
Mo Chengyue slowed his pace.
It wasn't out of curiosity, but out of vigilance.
A building that has withstood the erosion of countless years.
The ancient palace was repeatedly ravaged by countless treasure hunters and powerful beings from various races.
The side hall corridor is preserved as if it had just been completed and inspected.
This is not reasonable.
Either there is some kind of protective mechanism that he is unaware of that is continuously maintaining this area.
Either no one has ever been here before.
He walked slowly, hugging the right wall.
He loosely gripped the hilt of the Jade Spirit Sword with his left hand.
Bring your right index and middle fingers together.
A wisp of Tai Chi thunder and fire, ready to be unleashed at any moment, was stored at his fingertips.
The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique operates continuously at the lowest power level.
His spiritual sense range was compressed to within three zhang around his body.
It's not that I don't want to explore further.
Rather, it is the white marble walls of the palace that have a strong reducing and reflecting effect on spiritual consciousness.
The power is set too high.
The reflected waves might actually reveal your location.
They walked about fifty feet.
He noticed that murals were beginning to appear on the right wall.
It's not an array pattern, not a restrictive inscription, it's a real painting.
The first mural is positioned at approximately shoulder height.
The image shows a majestic mountain peak.
A blurry figure stood on the mountaintop.
The figure's hands are stretched out to the sides.
He held the sun in his left hand.
He held a crescent moon in his right hand.
The painting style is simple and bold.
The lines are simple yet powerful.
The pigment had long since faded to a dull grayish-brown.
But the grandeur of the composition still shines through the years.
Mo Chengyue's gaze lingered on the mural for less than half a breath.
Then move it away.
He had no intention of stopping to admire the view.
Life is more important than curiosity.
The murals are dead.
The dozen or so Core Formation Peak cultivators fighting each other in the main hall are alive.
He only needs to know one thing.
These murals are not array triggers.
It will not release poison gas or lower restrictions just because it is being watched.
The feedback from the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique confirmed this.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on the surface of the mural.
It's purely a physical combination of pigments and stone walls.
move on.
The murals unfolded sequentially on the wall.
The content is becoming increasingly complex.
His peripheral vision swept over the second picture.
A towering tree rises from a vast ocean.
Several enormous birds with astonishing wingspans perched in the tree canopy.
The third image shows two massive armies facing off in the wilderness.
One side was clad in golden armor and wielding a long weapon.
The other side was shrouded in black mist and had a distorted body shape.
The fourth picture, the fifth picture... the story continues silently on the wall.
Like an ancient scroll being unfurled.
Mo Chengyue didn't look at any of them carefully.
He merely recorded their existence and general composition in his peripheral vision.
Stored deep within the sea of consciousness.
We'll leave that for another time when we have the opportunity to study it.
His entire focus was now on his feet and what lay ahead.
The ground was still abnormally clean.
There were no footprints, and no dust accumulation.
There wasn't even the musty smell that old buildings usually have in the air.
Instead, it has a very faint, crisp scent, similar to that of a mountain forest after rain.
This aura actually made him even more tense.
The cleaner the place, the more likely it is to hide an untriggered trap.
He slowed his pace, taking each step carefully.
First, lightly touch the ground with your toes.
Confirm that the stone bricks do not feel loose or sunken.
Only then did I shift my focus there.
The corridor is about thirty feet ahead.
A 90-degree right-angle turn appeared.
Mo Chengyue stopped before the corner.
He did not directly probe the hole.
Instead, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his storage bag.
Extend the mirror out from the corner of the wall.
Use reflection to observe the situation after turning.
The image reflected in the bronze mirror made him frown slightly.
After turning the corner, the corridor became wider.
The width has at least doubled.
The walls on both sides are covered with murals.
The numbers are much denser than before.
There seemed to be a half-open stone door at the end of the corridor.
However, the distance was too far, and the image was not clearly visible in the bronze mirror.
Just as he put away the bronze mirror and prepared to turn around.
A muffled tremor suddenly came from the direction of the main hall.
It's not the kind of ripple effect that you can feel even through a dozen walls like before.
It was a real, tangible event.
The stone bricks underfoot vibrated slightly.
Someone unleashed a powerful attack in the main hall.