Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 536 Qu Yanhui's Puppet

"Are you okay?" Liu Jiqian's voice was slightly tense. He was the closest to Lu Wensheng, almost half-supporting him. His cold fingertips conveyed a steady force through the fabric.

Although Ji Yanli didn't speak, his furrowed brow and scrutinizing gaze also revealed his concern.

Song Wen, Yan Qingshu and others also cast inquiring glances.

Lu Wensheng shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm his still turbulent emotions. His voice was still a little hoarse: "It's okay... It's just that my mind has been a little shocked."

He looked around at everyone and asked, "When you jumped down, did you feel anything...special? Did you...see anything?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and then started talking at once.

"It seemed... there was a moment when many blurry figures flashed before my eyes. It was like they were fighting a war, or doing something very important..." Zhang Zhixu scratched his head, trying to recall, his tone uncertain.

"I seemed to smell a strong scent of ink from books, and... the sound of metal and stone striking each other?" Jin Jianxian added.

Yu Shuoyang frowned slightly. "I seem to sense a wave of extremely sad and resolute emotions, as if... someone is swearing an oath with blood?"

Yan Zhaoming said directly: "I feel like my blood is burning, and I can't wait to pick up a knife and chop something!"

Everyone had different feelings, as if they had captured some fragments of memory and felt different emotions and images, but they were all vague and fleeting.

In comparison, Lu Wensheng's reaction, with tears streaming down his face and as if he were immersed in the scene, was obviously much more profound and complete.

What surprised them even more was that, apart from the impact and minor scratches when landing, as well as a brief moment of mental daze, all of them were fine after jumping into the abyss!

The spiritual light protective barrier around the body, which was timely blessed by the precious will power called upon by the system and had not yet completely dissipated, flickered slightly, isolating the seemingly thick, terrifying, and rolling evil spirit around it.

Those terrifying energies that were enough to destroy the foundation of an ordinary cultivator and melt his flesh and blood were now like harmless gray mist. They posed no threat to them at all, but only obstructed their vision and spiritual detection.

There was no time to dwell on this. Everyone supported each other and stood up. They began to look around at their surroundings, their hearts sinking.

The bottom of this demonic abyss is more dead and depressing than one might imagine.

The light was extremely weak, and only a faint glow could be seen through the narrow gap like a chasm from the height where they jumped, barely outlining the contours of the surrounding rugged rocks.

Everything above and below seemed to merge into a suffocating dark color, making it impossible to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth.

What was under his feet was not soil or rock, but layers of bones that had been piled up for who knows how many years. The ground was covered with piles of bones as far as the eye could see. Some were human-shaped, while others were huge skeletons of various strange shapes and belonging to different creatures. Some broken weapons that had long been scrapped and rusted were inserted diagonally into the pile of bones like tombstones, or deeply embedded in the dark mountain walls and ground next to them.

Only the extremely weak traces of spiritual fluctuations that occasionally flowed on the remnants of the soldiers, and the fragments of clothing with ancient patterns that had not yet completely decayed on some corpses, still silently told us how tragic the war had been here and how many unwilling souls were buried there.

The air was filled with dust, rust, and a dead silence that had settled over the ages.

The place where they jumped seemed to be a relatively open part of this huge underground crack. Looking forward and backward, there were only two narrow paths shrouded in thick demonic energy and darkness, leading to nowhere. They were like the two open throats of a giant beast, emitting unknown danger.

"Where are you going?" someone asked in a low voice, the voice sounding particularly clear in this dead silent space.

At this moment, a slight "click" sound broke the solemn silence, causing everyone to be instantly alert and tighten their weapons.

Following the sound, they saw a lifelike skylark puppet with delicate feathers standing quietly on a protruding dark rock not far away, with its head tilted, "watching" them with its inorganic glass eyes.

The slightly familiar shape made everyone recognize its origin immediately - it was Qu Yanhui's puppet Skylark!

His relationship with the demons was ambiguous, and now his puppets had appeared at the bottom of the demonic abyss. Were they friend or foe? Had they been exposed? Would Min Xiao lead a large group of demons to attack them in the next moment? Vigilance and murderous intent flashed in everyone's eyes.

Tang He even remembered the first time he encountered Qu Yanhui's puppet, when his senior brother Lu Wensheng directly took action to destroy it. At this moment, he was secretly gathering his spiritual power, ready to strike.

The skylark did not show any aggression. It just flapped its wings, making a few stiff "click" sounds, then flew up, circled half a circle at low altitude, and landed on a stone at the entrance of the path on the left side in front. Then it turned its head and continued to look at everyone with its inorganic eyes. Its posture seemed to be... leading the way?

"Could this be a trick?" Everyone exchanged opinions in a low voice, full of doubts.

Deep in this devil's cave, anyone or anything related to the demons should be treated with extreme caution.

The skylark seemed to understand what people were saying, or seemed to sense everyone's hesitation. It shook its wings impatiently, making a "clicking" sound again. Its raised head and stiff posture made everyone interpret a bit of human "disdain" and "urging" from it.

Lu Wensheng stared at the puppet Skylark for a moment, a hint of consideration flashed in his eyes, and then he took the lead and followed: "Let's go." His voice was calm, but with unquestionable determination.

He knew in his heart that if Qu Yanhui really wanted to tip off the enemy, their whereabouts would have been exposed long ago. At the bottom of the Demonic Abyss, they actually didn't have much choice. It would be better for them to see what this puppet really intended to do.

Seeing that Lu Wensheng had already taken action, the others naturally suppressed their doubts and hurriedly followed, maintaining a vigilant formation. Following the jumping and flying skylark, they stepped into the deep and endless path on the left.

"Come to think of it, the demonic energy in this Demonic Abyss is so dense, it can actually power puppets?"

As Tang He carefully advanced, he couldn't help but whisper in wonder, expressing pure admiration for the ingenious mechanism. "Not only does this thing work, it can also find us. Qu Yanhui's puppetry is truly incredibly powerful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skylark in front of him, which was flying nimbly, suddenly flashed with spiritual light all over its body, made a few rapid "crackling" sounds, and then, like a puppet with its strings cut, its wings stiffened and it fell straight down from mid-air. With a crisp "pa" sound, it hit the hard ground and instantly shattered into several pieces. The delicate mechanical parts inside were scattered all over the ground, and the spiritual light completely dimmed.

Tang He stared at the result of his "words coming true" in amazement, and subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands. His eyes were full of regret and helplessness, and he looked at his companions around him awkwardly.

However, this embarrassment did not last long.

Almost at the same time, another identical skylark puppet, as if it had been waiting for a long time, flew out silently from the shadows and landed precisely on a stone next to the place where the previous skylark was broken. It continued to "watch" everyone with its calm glass eyes, its posture the same as before, as if the little accident had never happened.

Tang He then secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and thought to himself that the puppet was replaced in time.

Obviously, even the puppet carefully refined by Qu Yanhui needs to consume its own spiritual essence or special energy to move in this environment of evil spirit that penetrates everywhere and corrodes everything, and it cannot continue indefinitely.

I just don’t know how many such “guide birds” he has deployed here.

It's good, but a bit of a waste of time.

This thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time, and the originally tense atmosphere was slightly eased by this slightly funny episode.

They continued to follow this new "guide" and went deeper into the abyss, taking cautious steps one step at a time.