Chapter 703 - 382: The Tide Rises on the Qiantang River (3)

But there was clearly such a simple method, yet Life Crane hadn’t given him a Primordial Stone. Instead, he’d told him to use the 6th Floor of the Xian Origin Land. This meant that the outer and inner regions of the Land of Shattered Armor were different, and he feared that even a Primordial Stone would be completely useless.

Yang An pulled the mask from atop his head down over his face.

He could clearly feel Life Crane’s aura transfer from the mask to his body in that moment, blanketing its surface like an invisible film.

"Hurry up and get in. Don’t make me..."

Yang An was dawdling, and the old monster seemed on the verge of erupting. In the next instant, however, Yang An shot through the barrier and entered Broken Armor.

The clamor in his ears instantly fell silent. In that same moment, Yang An’s perception vanished entirely, and the mask on his face seemed to become just an ordinary mask.

But Yang An tested it. With a mere thought, he confirmed he still had some kind of connection with the mask. He could communicate with it at any time to enter the 6th Floor of the Xian Origin Land, which finally set his mind at ease.

What lay ahead was a lonely journey. There was no noisy old monster, nor the companionship of Bow Lady. Amid what looked like the dilapidated ruins of a modern society, the only way was forward.

Yang An let out a long breath and began to survey his surroundings within Broken Armor.

The Broken Armor before him had changed dramatically. The sky nearby was the same as it had been, but in the hazy distance, he could see a terrifying storm sweeping across the heavens—an endless black fog.

Broken Armor was like a giant glass bottle lying on its side. Through that Barrier, he could see the distant cataclysm ravaging the world outside.

It was a terrifying scene, enough to suffocate a person with a single glance. Beneath the oppressive black fog, everything turned to darkness, as if a giant mouth were devouring all that existed.

’When the day comes that the cataclysm sweeps across the entire world, I fear even the Land of Shattered Armor will cease to exist.’

’Even if a glass bottle drifts for a thousand miles across the ocean unharmed, it will still disappear from the world once swallowed by a great whale.’

"Looks like the deepest part of Broken Armor is where that cataclysm is," Yang An muttered to himself. "If I head that way, I should be able to get from the Outer Continent to what was originally beyond it, and find Pan Yu on Sansong Mountain."

As Yang An muttered to himself, he felt a pang of unfamiliarity when Bow Lady, who would normally have chimed in, gave no reply.

SHFF SHFF SHFF—

Countless white feathers shot out from his lower back, each White Feather connected to a separate blood vessel, blooming out in an intricate display like a peacock’s tail.

He then drew a menacing red blade from the small of his back. The same indescribable, piercing sensation shot through his body as it formed a broad longsword of red feathers in his hand.

Right now, he could only rely on four things. First, his White Feathers, which were harder and sharper than gold or iron. Second, his Hong Yu, which contained a blood toxin that could counter Immortality. Third, his own powerful, tempered body. And fourth, the 6th Floor of the Xian Origin Land.

Although he didn’t know what would happen upon entering the 6th Floor, since Life Crane had entrusted this matter and He Tou to him, the 6th Floor surely possessed the power to turn the tide.

He watched as a vast number of monsters in the distance were stirred by his aura. The Beng Birds swarmed toward him as if they had smelled blood, an oppressive black mass that blotted out the sky.

Yang An took a deep breath, centered himself, and then raised the Red Feather Blade in his hand.

Let’s go!