Chapter 69: Defying Laws of Nature, Pilfering the Essence of All Life (1/2)

Not a single blade of grass grew on this barren island. Dizzy from the fall, Lu Yun nevertheless saw Qing Han rush to his rescue without the slightest hesitation. That someone would readily risk their life for his sake, even in this unfamiliar world, gave rise to a strange, nameless emotion.

“You shouldn’t have come. It’s too dangerous.”

Qing Han or no Qing Han, the situation was still as helpless as ever. Here was a land where not even the grandmaster of tomb raiders would willingly tread. Lu Yun’s original plan had been to scout the area with a few armored soldiers, but he hadn’t expected Situ Yun to so mercilessly toss him onto the island.

“Too late, I’m already here.” With a decidedly Lu Yun-like shrug, Qing Han helped him up.

All of a sudden, Mo Yi also landed softly in front of them in a cloud of sweet fragrance.

“What are you doing here as well?” Lu Yun stared at her in confusion. He and Qing Han had gone through life and death together, so it wasn’t strange to see such a comrade come to his rescue. But Mo Yi? There was no deep relationship there, merely a contract and nothing more.

“The three august immortals would’ve forced me to come, in any case,” Mo Yi sighed quietly. “Moreover, I promised to keep you safe, so keep you safe I shall.”

Lu Yun might’ve undone the inversion of yin and yang and dispelled the life-devouring force, but unknown threats were still lurking on the island. He and Qing Han were just cultivators. What if they were to encounter a creature strong enough to make escape impossible?

An august immortal like Mo Yi could help them survive in such a situation.

As for the three men on the Path of Ingress, they simply watched on indifferently. Lu Yun’s group was nothing but cannon fodder, plus, there was nowhere for them to run. The path beneath their feet was the only way out of the island.

Meanwhile, Lu Yun’s five formation disks were still floating in mid-air, producing an endless flow of energy that countered the reversion of the island. They couldn’t stop for a single instant, else the life-absorbing properties of the island would make its return.

A girl stood quietly at the center, a breeze tugging lightly at her clothes.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Mo Yi asked quietly, on high alert while she observed the girl standing not far away. The girl’s robes had seemed white from the distance, but they were grey and worn out when seen from up close.

About sixteen years old, her features were elegant and graceful. Eyes tightly shut, her thin eyebrows were set in a faint frown that expressed vague resentment. Her skin was white like a pale sheet of paper, and straight locks of hair flowed all the way to the ground.

She held her hands in front of her chest, seemingly cupping something between them. As still and silent as ever, she ignored Mo Yi’s question.

“Stay away from her.” Lu Yun caught Mo Yi and stopped her from approaching the figure. Halting, the city lord looked back at him, but the governor’s gaze never left the girl’s closed eyes. His lips were tinged blue as they trembled uncontrollably.

There was a faint, bloody light overflowing from the girl’s eyelids.

“I see. I should’ve heeded the grandmaster’s warning. I really shouldn’t have come here,” he whispered to himself.

“What’s the matter?” Qing Han and Mo Yi wondered, astonished by his words.

Qing Han, in particular, felt perplexed. Lu Yun had demonstrated complete poise and resourcefulness inside that terrifying burial mound, ultimately escaping from horrifying monsters against all odds. Yet he was having second thoughts here? And was that regret in his tone?

Not once had he previously expressed regret, despite having been caught in much greater danger. What made this girl different?