YM778.TV Chapter 778: Grievous News
Chapter 778: Grievous News
Translator: Panda_Penn Editor: Chrissy
At the entrance to the Prison of Water, Lu Li went around in the bead instead of going through at once. Then, he sent out two Earth Immortal Realm soul slaves to patrol the area. He was afraid that some Semi-God Realm warriors might be lurking nearby. In that case, he could face immediate fatal threat.
“Leng Wuxin, go out and deploy the lotus at once!”
After making sure that no old warriors was hiding nearby, Lu Li sent Leng Wuxin out and took the two Earth Immortal Realm soul slaves back in. He himself dashed out and into Leng Wuxin’s lotus.
“Whoosh~”
The lotus rushed into the dark entrance in a blur. Lu Li and Leng Wuxin were taken into the passageway as well.
Amid a glare, Lu Li and Leng Wuxin found themselves in the Prison of Water. At the moment, they were standing on the stairs of the meandering mountain road. Leng Wuxin had released a shield over them. They descended the stairs quickly and soon were hovering over a vast area of waters.
“Buzzing~”
Lu Li reached for the Wicked Bead at once and went in with Leng Wuxin. In the hall, to his utmost delight, he found all the Earth Immortal Realm soul slaves.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
Laughing, he said, “Leng Wuxin, I thought you said Earth Immortal Realm warriors could not go below the Prison of Water. Here I am with all the Earth Immortal Realm warriors.”
Leng Wuxin blinked in confusion. She reflected on the fact and said, “I think it is because of the Relic. Previously, many people had tried to bring Earth Immortal Realm warriors down with interspatial artifact so they could conquer the universe connected to those lower levels. However, those warriors were all expelled from the interspatial artifacts by the laws of the Purgatory of Primordial Chaos.”
“We are in the Prison of Water?”
The Earth Immortal Realm warriors exchanged eye contact in disbelief. Upon receiving Lu Li’s confirmation, they became panic-stricken. Purgatory of Primordial Chaos was naturally formed and it came with its laws. The soul slaves were afraid that they would be exterminated now that they had breached a natural law by force.
But this was not Lu Li’s concern. He flew the Wicked Bead toward the entrance of the next level quickly. From where they were to the entrance of the Prison of Earth, Leng Wuxin spent 10 days. For Lu Li, it would merely cost him three to four days.
Lu Li found himself in an emotional turmoil while he was flying over a boundless sea. He was shivering. His long-cherished wish was about to come true. He had suffered so much and gone through so much. He had escaped death on more than one occasion. Now, finally, he could go home.
He had forced himself to give up thoughts of the Heaven Reverse Universe. At the moment, he could not hold up his thoughts any more.
All he could think of were Lu Ling, Bai Qiuxue, Jiang Qiling, Ming Yu, Ye Cha and all the others. Five years had passed. Was everything the same in the Northern Desert, Deserted World and the Clouds Plains? Was everything fine?
“I have three more years before the 10 years’ time is up. I hope the four forces are not taking actions now. After all, Xing Mu enjoys a great reputation. The four families will not invade unless death is what they are seeking after.”
Lu Li comforted himself. At the moment, he had a group of Earth Immortal Realm warriors with him. He would have no fear when the four forces invaded three years later.
Every difficult problem was solved and nothing would go wrong. Lu Li could relax now. He sat in the hall with his legs crossed. Gradually, he dozed off with a smile on his face. He even woke up from laughing a couple of times…
Over three days later, Lu Li reached the next entrance and went into the Prison of Earth without a hitch. He kept flying on. There were Beasts of Primordial Chaos in this level but they pose no threat in front of the Wicked Bead.
Lu Li saw many Mystical Material on the way but he was not in the mood to harvest them at the moment. Leng Wuxin was still here. He could ask Leng Wuxin to lead a team to harvest.
In three more days, he arrived in the Prison of Wood. At this point, Lu Li became more worked up. He was about to reach Inferno now. He could go into the Deserted World.
It was a smooth journey. Three days later, Lu Li reached the entrance to the Inferno. He took a deep breath and then had Leng Wuxin brought him into the passageway.
“Buzzing~”
Amid a glare, Lu Li and Leng Wuxin appeared on the mountain in the Inferno. A lump came into Lu Li’s throat as he smelled the familiar Sulphur smell. He almost shed tears.
“I am finally back!”
Lu Li had every intention to yell but he held back the urge since Leng Wuxin was by his side. After a moment, he gathered himself together and had Leng Wuxin take him down the towering mountain.
“Well?”
Before he reached the foot of the mountain, Lu Li saw something puzzling. Around the stairs at the bottom, there was a thick mist. Clearly, a powerful illusion formation was set up here.
“Illusion formation and another powerful Inhibition Formation. It is a destructive formation!”
Leng Wuxin had better eyes. She told Lu Li upon a casual glance. He believed it should be the Shadowland Race that had done this. They must be afraid that more powerful warriors would come down from above and attack those in the Inferno.
“Use your lotus!”
Lu Li understood very well how powerful Shadowland Race’s destructive formations were. He had on a Quasi Relic armor but he still believed he could never be too careful.
The golden mark on Leng Wuxin’s neck glowed and a lotus came out, covering them both. They travelled down slowly.
“Boom, boom, boom~”
Thunders roared high above. Lightning whooshed down from the sky and landed on the lotus. The lightning and thunderbolts were very strong. Fortunately for the two of them, the lotus provided protection or else they would have suffered. They might be able to survive but physical pain would not be avoided.
“Wow, Shadowland Race’s destruction formations have improved in force.”
Lu Li had seen destruction formations built by Ke Mang before. This one was much stronger than the old ones. Ke Mang must have succeeded in building one of the three most powerful ancient destruction formations.
“Boom, boom, boom~”
More thunderbolts came bearing down. Under the protection of the lotus, Lu Li and Leng Wuxin continued their journey down, safe and sound.
While they acted as if nothing was going on outside, it was a mess at the foot of the towering mountain. Some warriors were staying on guard there. The leader of them was a Human Sovereign Realm warrior. Lu Li would recognize him when they met. It was Meng Zhi, Clan Leader of the Mammoth Race.
Meng Zhi had reached the Human Sovereign Realm. He sensed that the destruction formation at the towering mountain had been triggered. “Where is Ke Mang? Get him here to have a look,” yelled Meng Zhi.
Several castles had been established at the foot of the towering mountain. Ke Mang had been alerted already. He came rushing over with several clan members. He stood outside the formation and tried to check the situation. Soon, he turned bleached from fright as he shouted in surprise, “A lotus flower. The same Bloodline Skill owned by the person that took away Saint Lord!”
Meng Zhi and the others were paled as well. If more powerful warriors came down from the worlds above, they would be faced with another catastrophe.
Meng Zhi yelled in anxiety, “Future Clan Leader Ke, can you trap them? If she gets out, no one here will be able to escape alive.”
“We will try out best!” Ke Mang made up his mind. He bit his teeth in anger and yelled, “Ready the blood formation to give the destructive formation’s force into full play!”
“Bang!”
Before Ke Mang could do it, the formation suddenly gave out a glow. The shield was shattered and the mist was dispersed. A bead came out, floating in front of them.
“Buzzing~”
As they were all ready to attack the formidable enemy, a person came out. Lu Li looked at them with a smile and said, “Meng Zhi, Ke Mang, long time no see!”
“Saint, Saint Lord?”
Meng Zhi and Ke Mang were dumbfounded. Tears surged out uncontrollably as they looked at the familiar person and his familiar posture.
Meng Zhi, a hill-sized warrior, dropped to his knees. He said while he burst into a rage of tears, “Saint Lord, you are back finally. Please avenge God of Meng and Meng Qi! Ye Cha and many others have been captured as well…”
Ke Mang was on his knees as well. He howled, “Saint Lord, my grandpa died in fight and so did many in the Deserted World. Saint Lord, please revenge for us…”