Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 975: Chapter 511: Breaking Into the Forbidden Land (Part 2)

A sharp pain came from the tiger’s mouth, and when he looked down, he saw that the tiger’s mouth had cracked, blood slowly flowing down the dagger’s pattern, almost unable to grasp the weapon in his hand.

"Damn it!" Gu Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, the salty taste spreading in his mouth. His gaze was fierce, staring at the not distant Ling Xiao real person, with a fury raging in his chest. This old rogue was so despicable, hiding behind commanding this group of elders, besieging them like a pack of mad dogs! He cursed inwardly: Damn, what a sneaky bastard!

Ling Xiao real person still appeared calm and composed, fingers gently flicking, directing the elders’ onslaught as if everything was under his control. His mouth even bore a trace of a cold smile, seemingly mocking Gu Sheng’s desperate struggle.

Suddenly, Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed; he caught a slight distraction from Ling Xiao real person. Now’s the time!

Gu Sheng’s mind roared inwardly, seizing this fleeting opportunity; his figure suddenly burst forth like an arrow from a bow, shooting towards Ling Xiao real person. His speed was like lightning, streaking through the air like a hunting leopard, swift and lethal.

Ling Xiao real person clearly did not expect Gu Sheng to be bold enough to abandon defense and actively launch an attack. His face showed a shocked expression, momentarily frozen in place, forgetting to react.

Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness, the crimson dagger in his hand slicing through the air like a bloody lightning bolt, stabbing fiercely towards Ling Xiao real person.

"Pchsh!" The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out, the crimson dagger leaving a deep wound visible to the bone on Ling Xiao real person’s arm. Blood gushed out, staining Ling Xiao real person’s sleeve crimson.

"Ah!" Ling Xiao real person let out a shrill scream, clutching his bloody arm, retreating repeatedly, face filled with pain and horror. He never expected to be injured by Gu Sheng.

This sudden upheaval momentarily stunned the elders besieging Gu Sheng and others, their onslaught paused in astonishment by the sudden turn of events.

The slender youth seized the chance, wielding his longsword, the sword light danced like silver snakes, pushing back several elders attacking him.

"Well done!" The brawny man, seeing this, let out an excited roar, swinging his giant ax more fiercely, like a raging War God, sending two elders flying.

The bodies of two elders fell heavily to the ground like kites with broken strings, spitting blood, their fate unclear.

While fighting and retreating, the three gradually approached the entrance to the forbidden area of Qingxia Sect.

At the entrance to the forbidden area, two massive stone doors remained closed, ancient runes etched on them, exuding a chilling aura as if the gate to another world.

Seeing the situation, Ling Xiao real person, disregarding the wound on his arm, shouted harshly: "Stop them! At all costs, never let them enter the forbidden area!"

The elders heard Ling Xiao real person’s command, as if invigorated, fearlessly threw themselves at Gu Sheng and the others again.

"Damn it, these old fogies are crazy!" The brawny man cursed, swinging his giant ax with a ferocious momentum, fending off the tide of attacks.

In the intense battle, the brawny man took a hit from several elders while covering Gu Sheng and the slender youth.

His brawny body flew out like a kite with broken strings, landing heavily on the ground, blood staining the floor.

The slender youth’s eyes widened, filled with grief and anger.

"Leave me! Go!"

The brawny man lay on the floor, blood continually pouring from his mouth, his voice weak yet firm, "I’ll give my life for you! You must get out alive!"

Gu Sheng’s heart felt as if being twisted by knives; he knew now wasn’t the time for sorrow. He forcibly repressed the anguish, telling the slender youth: "Go! Don’t let them down!"

"You go, I’ll cover!"

The slender youth’s eyes were blood-red, his longsword danced like a madman, fiercely attacking the elders, buying time for Gu Sheng.

The slender youth’s sacrifice granted Gu Sheng precious time. He seized the fleeting opportunity, touching the ground with his toe, shooting towards the forbidden area’s entrance like an arrow from a bow.

At the forbidden area’s entrance, it seemed like the abyssal mouth of a giant beast, darkness swallowing all light, visibility was zero, instilling fear.

As soon as Gu Sheng stepped into the forbidden area, he felt a chilling aura assaulting him as if he were in an ice cellar.

He carefully felt his way forward, beneath were uneven cobblestone paths, each step taken extra cautiously. The sound of whistling chilling winds like ghostly crying and howling wolves echoed around, creepy.

In the dark, Gu Sheng felt as if pairs of invisible eyes were watching him, making his back feel cold, his hairs stand on end.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared ahead, like a lamp in the darkness, bringing Gu Sheng hope.

His heart rejoiced, quickening his steps, sprinting towards the light.

As the distance closed, the light grew brighter and clearer.

That light wasn’t flickering but emitted a kind of gentle halo, peaceful and serene like moonlight.

Gu Sheng’s heartbeat accelerated along with the nearing light; he felt that the source of this light might be his target for coming.

Finally, he saw the true face of the light source—a mysterious ancient altar.

The altar was fully built from black stone, emanating an ancient and enigmatic aura.

At the altar’s center was placed an orb emitting vibrant glow like the brightest star in the night sky.

The light from the orb illuminated a small area surrounding it, dispersing the darkness and Gu Sheng’s inner fear as well.

He approached the altar, deeply captivated by the orb.

The orb emitted a soft glow, seemingly possessing a magical pull, making Gu Sheng uncontrollably reach out towards it.

He wanted to touch the orb, wishing to feel its magical power.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

The runes around the altar suddenly lit up, sparkling like fireworks in the night sky.

A powerful suction emerged from the altar’s center, pulling Gu Sheng towards the altar’s center.

"What’s happening?" Gu Sheng was horrified inside, wanting to break free but found himself immobile.

His body became uncontrollably buoyant, slowly moving closer to the orb.

He felt his body increasingly light as if about to fly off.

The runes around the altar flashed with light, seemingly performing some mystical ritual.

Gu Sheng’s heart was filled with fear; he didn’t know what would happen next.

Just as Gu Sheng was about to touch the orb, a black hole emerged suddenly at the altar’s center.

The black hole emitted a chilling aura, seemingly the doorway to another world.

Gu Sheng’s heart was filled with terror; he felt as if he was about to be devoured.

At that moment, an unexpected voice echoed in Gu Sheng’s mind: "You have finally arrived..."

This voice was ancient and strange, seeming to originate from ages past, filled with endless melancholy and mystery.

Gu Sheng was startled, who was speaking?

He tried hard to see what was inside the black hole but found the black hole utterly void, seeing nothing.

"Who are you?" Gu Sheng asked trembling, his voice full of fear and unease.

"Who am I? Hehe..." The voice echoed again, filled with jest, "I am you, and you are me..."

Gu Sheng felt his consciousness fading, seemingly submerged in chaos, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Gu Sheng used up his last ounce of strength to ask, his voice weakening, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"I am...Heavenly Demon..."

This voice, like a demon climbing from Hell’s depths, carried a cold and clammy touch, echoing in Gu Sheng’s mind. It enunciated slowly, as if carry endless malice, attempting to drill into the deepest part of Gu Sheng’s soul.

Gu Sheng felt an invisible giant hand tightly gripping his consciousness, tugging and tearing.

This pain far surpassed physical torture, piercing deep into his soul, almost causing him to collapse.