Chapter 67: Demon Hunt’s Secrets (III) (1/2)

Chapter 67: Demon Hunt’s Secrets (III)

Though his injury had not yet healed, Long Hao Chen was pleasantly surprised due to discovering that both his internal and external spiritual energy had increased by a noticeable amount.

He was currently a Grand Knight of the eighth rank; the sum of his internal and external spiritual energy was above 1600. His external spiritual energy was at least at the 240th level. After the previous day’s struggles, his external spiritual energy had increased by approximately ten levels, while his internal spiritual energy had gained twenty levels. At the present time, he was almost a Grand Knight of the ninth rank.

Facing a situation of life or death had awakened his potential. Omitting the intense fight he had against the invisible enemy from the Dyke Clan, the Dark Green Dual Bladed Demon coming from the Zelin Clan had directed almost all of its attacks at Long Hao Chen, so his spiritual energy’s growth naturally increased at a substantial rate. Of course, this progress was only a rough estimation from Long Hao Chen’s point of view. Only after finally breaking through to the next step could he be sure of the actual progress made. Until then, he would have to go by his impression, with no way of distinguishing a concrete change in spiritual energy’s nature.

The other four awakened in succession, and right after, they looked pleasantly surprised. Each of them felt an increase in their level of cultivation.

After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they had breakfast. When the five people were ready to leave, Feng Yangmu appeared once more before them.

“Set off. Like when you were completing the previous trial, I will be by your side.” After he finished speaking, a blue light shone and Feng Yangmu could not be seen anywhere anymore.

Li Xin stuck out her tongue, softly whispering: “Does this Teacher Feng have the cultivation level of a Chief Mage of the sixth step?”

After the yesterday’s bitter struggles, Lin Jia Lu and Li Xin’s relationship had obviously improved. Lin Jia Lu calmly nodded, and answered: “Teacher Feng is indeed a fourth ranked Chief Mage of the sixth step, an attendant of our Mage Temple.”

After the five thanked the people in the garrison, they immediately set off, Lin Jia Lu naturally riding Li Xin’s Rose Unicorn together with her, and as fast as lightning, they advanced towards the temple alliance in the northeast.

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In a circular room inside of an imposing dark-gold-colored hall, 16.5 meters tall.

There was not a single window, and yet, an unusual gloomy light shone onto someone’s hair.

It was a dim blue color, or more precisely, a dark blue brilliance.

Golden lines were drawn on the ground, intertwining and forming a hexagram. Countless inscriptions extended from this hexagram throughout the hall. Whether it was the ground, the wall or the roof, everything was covered with these mysterious inscriptions.

If Long Hao Chen could enter, he would definitely have recognized that these inscriptions were exactly the same as those drawn in the Knights’ Sacred Mountain, a mystical language used in ancient times.

The difference was that the mystical language used here was dark-colored, unlike back at the Sacred Mountain where it was filled with an austere, bright atmosphere. These were entirely different from the ancient patterns written in a mystical language in the Knights’ Sacred Mountain’s great array.

These dark blue-colored inscriptions created a restrictive atmosphere, as if forbidding something.

In the middle of the main hall, by the side of these hexagrams, a dagger quietly floated in mid-air. It had a pitch black color without emitting any luster. If not for the surrounding dark-blue radiance, this dagger could basically not be perceived.

There were no signs of spiritual energy, but this profound dark-colored item seemed to completely dominate the entire area, as if the blue-colored signs were only here to pay their respects toward it.

Under this pitch black colored dagger in the middle of the hexagrams, a person squatted. A young lady. She was seated cross-legged. Her long purple-colored hair was spread out onto her shoulders, as if emitting a layer of dark-blue-colored light. She had pure white skin, but this white color seemed a little unhealthy. Her nose, eyes, lips, tongue and ears didn’t look like those of a living person, but were closer to those of a statue.