Chapter 558: Power of Time

Elder Yue had spoken cryptically, not specifying what the item was.

Ye Wushuang contemplated for a moment. ’No matter what the Clan Leader of the Lost Clan is plotting, that silver water screen is gradually dissipating.’

’If I don’t act now, I won’t get the Moon God Flower, and I’ll fail the test!’

Then, Ye Wushuang had Xiaoxiao remove the Time Pendant. It immediately transformed, leaving Xiaoxiao’s tiny hands and shooting toward the silver water screen.

The eyes of the crowd were also locked on the scene, waiting for their chance!

Dragon King and Dongfang Wudi glanced at Ye Wushuang before fixing their gazes on the water screen. They also intended to fight for the Moon God Flower.

RUMBLE!

The silver water screen rippled, and an opening suddenly tore apart right where the Time Pendant was.

A passage to the Crystal Camp world beneath the silver water screen had finally opened!

BOOM!

In an instant, the Saint Master of the Holy Celestial Ruins atop the Flying Heaven Winged Tiger waved a hand, sending a stream of blue Divine Light into the Moonfall Land.

BOOM!

A dazzling, blood-red light immediately shot out from the Moonfall Land.

In a flash, the world was awash in blood-red light.

Even the Silver Moon in the sky was shrouded in red, its silvery brilliance replaced by the bloody light.

The crowd froze. An incomparably terrifying aura rippled through the endless crimson light, compelling them to submit and kneel!

However, this mysterious aura and the endless crimson light were fleeting and quickly vanished.

A moment later, the crowd’s vision returned, and they were drenched in sweat. That previous aura had felt like a great mountain pressing down on them, leaving them breathless.

Now, the sky was empty. The mysterious item had been claimed by the Saint Master of the Holy Celestial Ruins.

"Elder Yue, I have the item. Thank you for guarding it all these years. Come visit the Holy Celestial Ruins when you have time. The Old Saint Master is waiting to play chess with you."

The Saint Master of the Holy Celestial Ruins spoke to Elder Yue, then glanced at Ye Wushuang and Xiaoxiao before riding the Flying Heaven Winged Tiger away into the distance.

He seemed to have no interest in whatever else might remain in the Moonfall Land.

Of course, the crowd hadn’t clearly seen what the Saint Master took. They were extremely curious and desperately wanted a look.

However, he was an unrivaled powerhouse. They didn’t dare offend him; the slightest misstep, and they wouldn’t even know what killed them.

Atop the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc, Ye Wushuang stared intently after the vanishing Saint Master, his brow slightly furrowed. While others hadn’t seen clearly, with the help of his Tai Chi Power, he had seen it all perfectly.

It was a drop of blood!

An indescribable drop of blood, one that had made even his Holy Dao Soldier, the Ancient Battle Spear, tremble.

For something to make even a Holy Dao Soldier tremble, it had to be absolutely heaven-defying!

If not for the fact that it was a drop of blood, Ye Wushuang would have suspected it was an even more terrifying Holy Dao Soldier!

’But that Saint Master of the Holy Celestial Ruins said the Lost Clan was guarding something for them. Listening to his tone, their relationship isn’t simple. What kind of connection do they have?’

Ye Wushuang was perplexed. The Lost Clan was guarding something for the Holy Celestial Ruins!

RUMBLE!

As Ye Wushuang was lost in thought, something unexpected happened. A beam of Divine Light shot out from the Light Gate, enveloping Xiaoxiao’s body.

Then, her body was pulled into the Moonfall Land.

"Charge!"

At the same time, Heimu Ye and the others from the Original People Clan reacted instantly and charged inside.

It wasn’t just them. Some from the Holy City faction, there to hunt for treasure and claim the Moon God Flower, also rushed in.

"Xiaoxiao!"

Ye Wushuang’s expression changed as he charged toward the Moonfall Land.

BOOM!

At that very moment, a silver-robed man from the Lost Clan made his move. He appeared before Ye Wushuang like a moonbeam, blocking his path.

"Get out of my way!"

Ye Wushuang roared, his Emperor’s aura flaring to life and blasting the silver-robed man back.

Then, he unfurled his Golden Wings and charged into the Moonfall Land.

The silver-robed man was about to give chase, but Elder Yue stopped him. "Wuqi, let it be," he said. "If he wants to go inside, then let him."

In the blink of an eye, everyone except the members of the Lost Clan had rushed inside. The Moonfall Land was a ruin from Ancient Times.

Legend said it was related to the fall of the moon, so there was sure to be an incredible, unknown opportunity inside!

The crowd charged in excitedly, heading straight for the depths from which the Divine Light had erupted, certain a great secret was hidden there.

"The treasure is mine!"

"I’ll kill anyone who tries to take it from me!"

Countless people went berserk, charging forward recklessly. Little did they know that in this world of the Crystal Camp, a strange power was rippling outward, gradually coiling around their bodies.

Before long, some of them noticed something was wrong. They could feel their life force weakening and their movements growing sluggish.

"What’s going on? My life force is draining away! No, what’s happening?"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

"I’m going to die here! This can’t be... Save me!"

...

Terrified screams rose and fell, one after another.

Ye Wushuang focused his gaze and saw that in the distance, some of the first Cultivators to enter were rapidly aging, as if their very lives were being stripped away!

Before they could even escape, their hair turned white and their bodies withered. They collapsed to the ground, reduced to piles of dry bones.

Only then did the crowd realize that beneath their feet lay countless dried skeletons. They seemed to have been worn away by time, crumbling into dust at the slightest touch.

"Run! This isn’t a treasure ground, it’s a Fierce Land! I don’t want to die here!"

Panicked screams echoed nonstop. Those who had just rushed in barely had time to stop before their faces changed drastically, and they scrambled back out of the Moonfall Land.

Any thoughts of treasures or great opportunities were long forgotten.

Even so, they had lost a significant portion of their lifespans.

A Profound Level cultivator who had opened the Life and Death Mysterious Pass could live for a thousand years, while someone in the Nirvana Realm could live for three thousand. Each advancement to a higher Layer added another five hundred years of life.

Yet, in the brief moment they had been inside, everyone felt as if a hundred years of their life had been stolen.

It was too horrifying!

At this moment, everyone understood why it was rumored that those who entered the Moonfall Land never returned. It wasn’t because of the Lost Clan.

It was because of a Forbidden Power lurking inside!

"The Power of Time!"

Outside, Elder Yue calmly spoke those three words. He did not intervene, instead gazing into the depths of the Moonfall Land.

RUMBLE!

Dragon King, Dongfang Wudi, Mo Wentian, and the other experts, with their powerful life forces, each unleashed formidable techniques to defend themselves and resist the power.

But it was only a temporary solution.

They retreated before they were even halfway there.

The deeper they went, the stronger the Power of Time became. If they continued, they would all be obliterated.

"Fall back! Get out!"

With a great shout, they turned and fled the Moonfall Land without a second thought.

Ye Wushuang activated his Treasure Body. Simultaneously, his Half-Saint Soldier, a small golden bell, hovered above his head, casting rings of golden light to ward off the corrosive Forbidden Power.

"Xiaoxiao!"

Seeing Xiaoxiao ahead, Ye Wushuang quickly reached out, preparing to pull her back.

「Meanwhile.」

As Heimu Ye retreated, he turned to look at Ye Wushuang, a sinister light flashing in his eyes.

"Go to hell!"

Seizing the opportunity, a purple beam of light shot from between his eyebrows, blasting toward Ye Wushuang.

A chill instantly ran down Ye Wushuang’s spine. He whirled around, drew an Ancient Sword, and unleashed his Heavenly Sword Technique, shattering the purple beam.

Seeing this, Heimu Ye’s expression turned utterly sinister.

With a vicious look, he quickly thrust out a hand, not at Ye Wushuang, but at Xiaoxiao.

The sphere of light around Xiaoxiao trembled, as if it had absorbed the power from the attack, and it swiftly carried her deeper inside.

"If you don’t go save her, she’ll die! Hahaha!"

Seeing this, Heimu Ye broke into a maniacal laugh.

"How shameless!"

As he rushed out, Dongfang Wudi turned and shot Heimu Ye a cold glare.

By then, Heimu Ye had already escaped.

Ye Wushuang’s gaze was frigid; he was filled with killing intent.

But he had to save Xiaoxiao. It was a promise he had made to the old village chief!