Chapter 197 The Woman in the Depths of the Palace (1/2)

Murong Xian'er didn't hesitate after hearing what Xiao Chen said. She immediately closed her eyes and felt for the faint fluctuation of the formation's spirit energy. Then, she began moving her fingers to cast a spell. A layer of faint white radiance wrapped itself around her as it slowly buoyed her into the air.

One dot, two dots, three dots. Countless light specks began emanating from her, scattering to all corners of the area. Under the curtain of the night, they looked just like fireflies.

Xiao Chen knew that she was investigating the location of the formation points. A formation as massive as this one would have no less than a hundred points. It would be quite the challenge to find each and every formation point, and then break them according to the order that the owner installed the roots in. Even if he was given ten years, it would be difficult for him to accomplish this task. Xian'er was a different story, however.

Moments later, the countless light specks returned to her body. Evidently, she had found every single root of the formation. She then waved her hands and countless rays of light formed out of spirit energy made their way toward each formation point.

Currently, she was looking a little pale in the face and sweat was beading on her forehead. It was evident that the task was consuming a lot of her spirit energy. Xiao Chen's eyebrows were locked in a tight frown, but there was nothing that he could do for her.

Suddenly, the vital force around them started to surge madly. Murong Xian'er shuddered and nearly fell to the ground. Xiao Chen's expression changed and immediately stepped forward.

”Brother Xiao Chen, I'm fine. Don't worry.”

Murong Xian'er started casting a spell again. It wasn't that simple to undo the spirit energy left behind by the owner of this formation. Suddenly, a wispy voice came from deep within the ground. ”Brother Ning, is that you? Did you come back…?”

That voice was so soft that it was barely audible. Xiao Chen couldn't hear it clearly either; he could just vaguely make it out to be a lady's voice. The voice seemed to be a touch mournful, making him feel inexplicably sorrowful.

Suddenly, the vital force around them shook and that voice resounded again. ”Brother Ning, is that you? Did you really come back...?”

This time, Xiao Chen heard it loud and clear. It was indeed a woman's voice. He thought it sounded familiar as if he had heard of it somewhere before. Before he could rack his memories, a potent attraction force suddenly appeared in the vicinity.

Murong Xian'er screeched and their vision immediately turned dark. By the time their vision cleared up again, both of them found themselves inside the remains of the palace.

Xiao Chen got a fright. They must be inside the boundary of the formation now. He scanned his surroundings, where he saw leaning pillars and roof beams and walls covered in vines. Many sculptures were placed in disorder. In the middle were numerous ordinary-looking steles that were pared. He assumed that the cuts were the result of swords. There must have been a massive battle in this palace.

Right then, the faint voice from deep within the palace once again spoke. ”Did you come back...?”

For some reason, Xiao Chen felt a sense of amiableness. He took several steps forward while Murong Xian'er cautiously followed in his footsteps and walked behind him.

After fifty or sixty steps, a somewhat surprised voice drifted from the depths of the palace followed by a sigh. ”You look like him, but you're not him...”

The further Xiao Chen went in, the more clearly he saw a white-clothed woman leaning against a steel. Upon first glance, he knew that this woman was a soul body. More importantly, this was such a familiar-looking scene! He felt as if he had seen this before.

The woman possessed such an otherworldly beauty that it didn't look real. Even if there was a woman beautiful enough to captivate birds and beasts or embarrass the moon and flowers, she wouldn't even match up to this woman's gentle sigh.

The depths of her eyes seemed to be hiding a thousand-year sorrow. One couldn't help shedding tears upon seeing her and feeling the sadness of going through the wheel of reincarnation for hundreds of thousands of years.

”Who is she? Why is she so sorrowful?”

”Who are you?” Xiao Chen couldn't help taking a step forward.

”Aren't... you scared of me?” The woman raised her head. Her voice was quiet as if she was recounting the loneliness she felt guarding this deserted palace for thousands of years, as well as the desolateness of people never daring to approach her.

”No. I just want to know who you are and who are you waiting so bitterly for.” Xiao Chen tried his best to restrain his turbulent emotions. However, he ultimately mentioned that person's name in a soft voice. ”Is his name Xiao Ning...”

Instantly, the woman became agitated. ”Have you met Brother Ning? Where is he? Did he send you here?”