pjbooks Chapter 1009 Extreme Danger
Chapter 1009 Extreme Danger
Lin Qiye remained standing in the same spot, without moving.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but rather that the changes within his body were far from over. The energy fed back from the monster was flowing wildly through his meridians, and with each cycle, a portion of it was absorbed into his flesh, bones, and dantian. He could feel the primordial power within him growing at an unimaginable speed; the bottleneck he had recently broken through was shattered, propelling him toward the threshold of the next major realm.
But that wasn't the most unsettling thing for him.
What chilled him most was the appearance of many things in his mind that didn't originally belong to him—fragments of the monster's consciousness left behind after it was devoured and transformed by the dark golden beam of light in its final moments. Most of the fragments were chaotic and disordered images and sounds, but a few fragments were exceptionally clear, as clear as if branded onto his soul.
He saw a palace even grander than the Azure Bone Mountains. Each pillar of the palace was a complete skeleton of an ancient behemoth, and the dome was inlaid with tens of thousands of dark golden stars. He knew that this was the residence of the being called "Master".
He witnessed the betrayal.
It wasn't a visual display, but a more direct infusion of information—the myriad realms and three hundred and sixty worlds, over ninety percent of the supreme beings, had joined forces to lay a trap, launching a full-scale attack at their master's weakest moment. That so-called "weak moment" was because their master was dispersing his power to seal several collapsing rifts in this universe. The moment the seals were completed was also his weakest moment. At that moment, those he was protecting personally sent him to his doom.
He heard the voice of the traitor.
The man's voice was clear and gentle, tinged with a smile, but his words were colder than ten thousand years of ice: "To exchange your life for the peace of all the heavens and the myriad realms, this is a very worthwhile trade."
He sensed his master's anger.
It wasn't anger at the betrayer, but a deeper, more helpless anger—the anger of being abandoned by everything one had protected. It was like parents being stabbed in the back by their own child; the pain wasn't just physical, but also soul-crushing, an indescribable, bone-chilling cold.
Then he saw images related to himself.
The drop of blood that sprang from the throne traversed endless void and countless ages before finally settling in this desolate wasteland known as the Azure Bone Mountains. At that time, the Azure Bone Mountains were merely an ordinary wilderness, devoid of bone towers, fluorescent blue crystal clusters, and the slumbering ancient beast—all these things were drawn here by the residual power of the demon god after that drop of blood fell, slumbering one by one and forming the rudimentary form of this forbidden zone we see today.
That drop of blood, after falling to the earth, did not dissipate. It slumbered in the soil for countless years, absorbing the blood essence of countless living beings, and finally condensed into countless seeds, disappearing into countless sub-universes!
Lin Qiye purified all the blood demon power of a sub-universe, directly upgrading it to the maximum level!
Thus, he became one of the most promising bloodline heirs!
Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, the dark golden light in his pupils like two miniature suns, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
The light in the hall gradually dimmed.
It wasn't the kind of darkness that suddenly went out, but rather the two dark golden suns in Lin Qiye's pupils slowly receding in light, gradually fading from a dazzling white-gold to a deep golden-brown, until finally only a faint, almost imperceptible golden glow remained, floating on the surface of his irises like embers of charcoal that hadn't yet been extinguished.
Mo Yuan and A Jiu had already run some distance.
To say he "ran" wouldn't be accurate—Mo Yuan carried A-Jiu on one shoulder and held a narrow sword in the other. His pace was faster than normal running, but he deliberately kept his body low, each step landing on the most silent spot on the bone-like ground. His breathing was heavy but not erratic, an instinct honed by years of life-or-death battles. Even in moments of bone-chilling fear, his body could automatically choose the most concealed retreat route.
Ajiu rested on his shoulder, her severed arm hanging by her side, swaying gently with the rhythm of their running. She was conscious, and even glanced back during the journey—through the gap between Mo Yuan's shoulder blade and neck, through the slowly fading dark golden light curtain at the entrance of the hall, she saw Lin Qiye's back standing on the ruins of the altar.
That silhouette sent chills down her spine.
It wasn't because of deformation, nor because of alienation. Quite the opposite—Lin Qiye's back was more upright and more complete than ever before. Beneath the torn robes of battle, instead of gruesome wounds, lay a layer of dark golden light slowly closing, like something alive breathing on his skin. The cracks in his skin that had burst during the extreme burst had completely healed, leaving not a single scar. His physical outline remained unchanged, his limbs proportions unchanged, even his standing posture was exactly the same as before—but something was different.
It's like a knife that has been re-quenched. The shape is still the same knife, but the cold gleam of the blade is completely different.
Mo Yuan felt A Jiu's body tense up on his shoulder.
"Stop looking." He lowered his voice, not slowing his pace. "No matter what he is now, he's beyond our comprehension."
Ajiu didn't answer. She simply turned her face back, burying it in Mo Yuan's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to let them fall. She didn't know why she was crying—was it fear? Was it the exhaustion of surviving a catastrophe? Or was it that the taciturn man who always rushed to the front lines to shield her at the most crucial moments had suddenly become someone she couldn't recognize?
Perhaps both.
They traversed the winding, pipe-like passageway leading to the temple entrance, passed through the cavern still littered with fragments of fluorescent blue crystal clusters, and raced back the way they had come. The tremors in the underground space had ceased; the ancient beast's heartbeat had become extremely faint, punctuated only by a long interval, as if it had once again sunk into some kind of shallow hibernation. The energy released from the altar's self-destruction was also waning; the fluorescent slurry was gradually cooling, transforming from a liquid into a semi-solid gel, sealing off most of the passages leading deeper into the temple.
They stopped on the black rock platform outside the Rock Bone Pass.
Mo Yuan placed A Jiu at the base of a protruding bone spur, then knelt on the ground, panting heavily. His fingers, gripping the narrow knife, were still trembling slightly, not from exhaustion, but because he had felt a gaze upon him from behind throughout their escape.
That gaze was calm, serene, and devoid of any hostility, yet it sent chills down his spine.
"He..." A-Jiu leaned against the bone spur, her voice hoarse, "Is he still watching us?"
Mo Yuan looked back at the narrow crevice—the exit they had crawled out of from the underground space, dark and deep, with no bottom in sight. But in the deepest part of this darkness, he could vaguely sense a pair of pale golden lights moving slowly in the far distance, as if someone in the darkness had gently turned their head and cast their gaze in their direction.
Then, the pair of lights disappeared.
It didn't go out; it simply withdrew on its own. It was as if that person had taken one last look, then turned and walked deeper into the world.
Mo Yuan exhaled a long breath, his shoulders slumping as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart. He sat down, took out the communication jade talisman that had been blocked earlier, and infused it with the last wisp of Origin Qi. The runes on the jade talisman glowed with a pale golden light, flickering a few times before finally stabilizing—the spatial laws of this area were returning to normal, and the awakening process of the ancient beast seemed to have been forcibly suppressed by some force.
"Arena, Arena, this is the Special Operations Team of the Oversight Council, number C17. A major anomaly has been discovered deep within the Canggu Mountains. Details cannot be communicated verbally. Captain Mo Yuan and scout A Jiu are returning and are expected to arrive at the North Gate in two days. Requesting a support team equipped with the highest level of purification and isolation equipment. Repeat, the highest level of purification and isolation equipment. Also—"
He paused, his voice extremely low.
"Report to the highest levels of the Control Yuan. Our team member, Lin Qiye, is currently deep in the Canggu Mountains, and his condition is unknown. Preliminary assessment... he is in extreme danger."