lcionline Chapter 206 A Glimpse of Dawn
Chapter 206 A Glimpse of Dawn
Zhu Wuyao had not lost consciousness; she was just a little tired.
"Hey author, hey author, are you alright?"
Rong Si's voice rang in her ears. Zhu Wuyao was helped up. She opened her eyes and responded, proving that she was still alive.
The ink characters still seem to be imprinted before my eyes.
Looking back now, that was probably my last chance to stop. If I had been more vigilant then, I wouldn't be in this situation now.
They had plenty of options and didn't stop, but now that they have nowhere left to turn, they want to turn back.
Zhu Wuyao looked at his empty palm.
At this point, there's no point in talking about "regret".
Perhaps the existence of this sword was already noticed by the Heavenly Dao when the Order of Respecting Heaven and Punishing Evil was issued. Even without that pile of stones, there might have been other traps to entangle the Sword of No Edge with karma.
Zhu Wuyao wanted to say something, but only coughed violently.
Rong Si helped her up with great concern, not even daring to pat her back, wondering where Zhu Wuyao was injured.
Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment and said:
"It's alright, just get me a sword."
The people who had gathered around quickly picked up a sword from the blood-stained ground and handed it to him.
Zhu Wuyao accepted it.
She took a deep breath, and the dizziness gradually subsided. She regained her balance by supporting herself with her sword.
In the past, she disliked the Wufeng Sword for not being imposing enough, as it didn't look like a divine weapon, and her appearance was also plain and simple.
It's better now.
The sword is gone.
Zhu Wuyao weighed the weapon in his hand; it was extremely unsuitable.
Hu San approached, his left arm severed, making his burly figure appear somewhat disproportionate; he too looked severely injured.
"What's next?"
Zhu Wuyao's head was still throbbing; her spiritual energy was in chaos, and she couldn't even release her divine sense. Hearing this, she looked up at the gate of light—
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Instinctively, she raised her arm, wanting to shoot the sword out and cut down the figure rushing towards the person.
However, the sword simply fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
"Stop him!!"
Zhu Wuyao said urgently. She took a step forward, and before everyone could react and chase after her, she watched as one of them rushed towards the light gate.
He went on his journey toward "freedom".
Disappear.
Zhu Wuyao's temples began to throb, seemingly expanding and contracting continuously, and the tension that had finally eased suddenly tightened.
A profound sense of crisis welled up within me.
She made a mistake—she shouldn't have closed her eyes, shouldn't have rested for a few seconds, and shouldn't have let everyone think the crisis was over.
A great danger lies outside the gate of light.
She bit her tongue hard, the blood filling her teeth forcibly waking Zhu Wuyao.
Zhang Liao and his group were just the vanguard, their intention being to incite infighting among the miners and subdue them without a fight.
But what if... what if someone walks out of the portal?
Those outside would then know that something might have happened in the small grotto, or that the drama of "two peaches killing three warriors" was coming to an end.
They will definitely send someone in to investigate.
When the time comes, you will find that Zhang Liao and the others are already dead.
Zhu Wuyao's heart pounded violently. The sudden relaxation and the impending great crisis could change in the blink of an eye.
The depleted spiritual energy surged in vain, only causing throbbing pain in the meridians, and could no longer amount to anything.
Zhu Wuyao slowly exhaled and said to the remaining less than a hundred people:
"When cultivators flood into the small grotto-heaven in large numbers, that will be your time to escape."
At that time, there were probably fewer cultivators outside, and those who fled in different directions might have had a chance to survive.
"how about you?!"
Rong Si and the other intelligent people immediately realized that they had alerted the enemy and that things might go very wrong. When they heard Zhu Wuyao say these words in such a solemn tone, they felt even more alarmed.
As Zhu Wuyao led the group quickly toward the portal, he said:
"I am the only person here with spiritual energy fluctuations. When cultivators come in to investigate, I will be the first one they notice. Don't get too close to me."
"Run away!"
"If I'm lucky, I might still have a chance."
Zhu Wuyao spoke calmly, but his heart kept sinking. Now, he could only pin his hopes on the calligraphy brush hanging in his dantian.
Since arriving in the cultivation world, this brush has made two moves. The first was at the Crimson Frost Bridge, where it blocked an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator. The second was in Nanli City, where it drew a luck-changing talisman for Ji Yuezhang.
When it will make a move is completely unpredictable.
Even after just a short distance, Zhu Wuyao was already extremely exhausted.
Under the worried gazes of Rong Si and the others, she slowly walked in the opposite direction, clutching the teleportation talisman tightly in her hand.
If we can block the first attack, we might be able to seize a chance to escape...
She slowed her breathing.
The surrounding air was almost stagnant.
When the portal flashed for the first time, Zhu Wuyao did not attack rashly. She simply did not have the strength to fight anyone. If she made a move, this scout might take her life.
Until—a strong fluctuation came from the light gate.
More than ten figures suddenly blocked the way out. The leader took a step forward and then slowly turned his gaze to where Zhu Wuyao was hiding.
Like a wild beast skilled in hunting, it has set its sights on its prey.
Zhu Wuyao walked out slowly, her breathing extremely slow, as if she were overwhelmed by the murderous intent emanating from her.
The leader scanned the corpses scattered around, his gaze lingering briefly on Zhang Liao. He narrowed his eyes, a hint of ferocity in them.
The outcome will be decided by all means.
Even though this Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator in front of you is seriously injured, he should not be underestimated.
A vicious glint appeared at the corner of his mouth as he slowly smirked upwards. Like a lion hunting a rabbit, he used all his strength! He channeled his spiritual energy, his attack as massive as if he were facing an enemy of equal power, determined to blast the person before him to death!
With a roar powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers, he suddenly leaped up, his fist accompanied by the phantom of a ferocious tiger with its fangs suddenly protruding, attacking Zhu Wuyao with a clear intention to kill him in one blow!
May you remain steadfast and unmoved, without any invitation.
Until the fist was eight feet away from him, the brush that had been quietly floating in his dantian could no longer stand by and watch Zhu Wuyao die.
It drifted out leisurely and hovered quietly in front of the formation.
It seemed fragile, yet the fist that accompanied the beastly shadow couldn't penetrate an inch!
The bet was right!
Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief and shouted:
"It's now!"
Like wild beasts fleeing from disaster, everyone rushed toward the light gate. Only Zhu Wuyao remained standing in place, looking up at the brush that was suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint black and white light.
Suddenly, its brush tip slowly began to move.
It seems like they want to write something or draw something.
As the first place fell, Zhu Wuyao's relaxed expression, as if he had just escaped death, suddenly froze—
This is... the seal for forming a karmic connection through the placement of a card!
What will I end up with, and what kind of fate will I form?!
With over ten Qi Refining and Golden Core cultivators present, who will appear, and who can appear? Who can stop these people and protect their own lives?!
Zhu Wuyao felt a chill run through her body. She mobilized her spiritual power and desperately tried to release her divine sense to stop the writing. Her throat tightened, and she said:
"Stop...!"
However, the brush, suspended in the air, slowly and deliberately made its final stroke, as if an invisible light rippled outwards, like the waves of fate spreading outwards.
Zhu Wuyao's breathing almost froze.
As the game of chess was completed, the "sky" shattered.
A ladle of purple mist poured down from above.
The steep cliffs before us crumbled inch by inch, like an oil painting being melted away, stripped down to simple colors and lines, constantly elongating and disappearing.
Finally, dawn broke.