Chapter 7373
Stepping onto the Island of Extreme Yin
Li Can slowly opened his eyes, his tone heavy yet resolute:
"To him, there may be no essential difference between 'one person' and 'a fully armed army.' What we need to do is not become a burden to him, and... prepare to provide support as soon as possible."
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At the same time, hundreds of nautical miles away, deep within the island of Jiyin, in a seemingly ancient and tranquil courtyard, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost frozen.
The Yin Ancestor suddenly clenched the celadon teacup in his hand and smashed it. The scalding tea mixed with the sharp porcelain shards splashed down, and his palm was cut open with bloody cuts. Crimson blood flowed through his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it. His eyes were filled with shock, anger and disbelief.
The light screen floating in front of him showed that all the life signals and tracking information of Liu Ming's team had been completely reset to zero ten minutes ago, without even a trace of residual fluctuation.
An ominous premonition, like a bone-deep infection, crawled up his spine and spread throughout his body, tightly binding his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.
"How is that possible... That ship is equipped with experts at the peak of the Celestial Realm, and it also has a specially made energy shield! Could it be that the War God King of the Dragon Kingdom personally took action?"
He paced restlessly in the room, his heavy shoes scraping against the shards of porcelain on the floor with a grating sound. "No, impossible! That War God King Xiao Chen has been missing for three years; he's already been presumed dead..."
He tried to dispel the palpitations in his heart with rational analysis, but the more he pondered, the stronger the unease that originated from the depths of his soul became.
I rushed to the shrine inside. There were no traditional Buddhist or Taoist statues here. Instead, there was a strange, fist-sized piece of flesh that was constantly writhing. Its surface was surrounded by an eerie dark purple light and emitted a nauseating stench.
This is the sacred relic of Extreme Yin Island, the "Fragment of the Divine Body," which can be used for divination and deduction through the power of bloodline. Without hesitation, the Extreme Yin Ancestor bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of essence blood containing primordial power onto the piece of flesh.
The moment the essence blood touched the flesh, the flesh convulsed violently, and a dark purple light suddenly surged, almost illuminating the entire courtyard.
But just a second later, the eerie light dimmed abruptly like a flame being extinguished. With a crisp "crack," a grotesque crack spread from the top to the bottom of the meat chunk. Then, the entire chunk of meat quickly turned gray and shriveled, like a withered tree that had lost all moisture, completely devoid of life.
"Backlash?! This is... an ominous sign!" The Extreme Yin Ancestor's face turned deathly pale instantly. He staggered back two steps and crashed heavily into the pillar behind him, his chest filled with intense fear.
This "fragment of divine body," passed down for millennia, has never experienced such a violent backlash. What does this ominous sign, a premonition that even sacred artifacts cannot withstand, truly mean? "What kind of monster has arrived...?"
He forcibly suppressed his turbulent mind, sat down cross-legged, and a thick black mist quickly spread around him. Within the mist, countless painful and distorted human faces appeared, wailed, and dissipated. That was the Yin Sha power he had condensed by refining countless souls and spirits.
He must get into peak condition as quickly as possible to deal with the unknown storm that is about to sweep across the entire island.
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The night was as thick as ink, completely enveloping the island of Extreme Yin. Only a few scattered lights flickered in the darkness, adding to the eeriness of the place.
Xiao Chen's figure silently stepped onto the island's land.
He changed into an ordinary black casual outfit, his posture upright and his steps unhurried, like an ordinary tourist returning home late at night, strolling along the road where ancient streets and modern buildings intertwine.
His aura completely concealed itself, blending into the night without attracting anyone's attention.
His gaze swept across the street ahead, landing on an area surrounded by towering bluestone walls and dense, ancient trees... That was the heart of the Yin Island, his destination. Just as he was about to cross the intersection, a young woman in a revealing sundress suddenly rushed out from the side, reeking of alcohol, staggering, and carrying a half-empty can of beer.
She mumbled provocative words, her body limp as she leaned towards Xiao Chen, clearly trying to get close to him.
Xiao Chen didn't stop walking. His figure shifted slightly to the side like a ghost. The woman missed her target and staggered a couple of times before barely managing to stand up.
She turned around, a deliberately flirtatious smile plastered on her face, her eyes filled with alluring temptation, and reached out to grab Xiao Chen's arm: "Oh, little brother, don't be so cold... how about having a couple of drinks with me?"
Her hand froze a moment ago, just an inch from Xiao Chen's sleeve.
An extremely cold, pure killing intent, devoid of any impurities, locked onto her without warning, along with the several burly men who appeared to be casually wandering in the shadows of the alley behind her, but whose eyes were actually filled with vigilance.
This killing intent wasn't violent, but it carried an absolute indifference that looked down on all living beings, as if they weren't living people, but just a few specks of dust about to be cleared away by the roadside.
Xiao Chen's gaze didn't even fully fall on her; he merely glanced at the shadows at the alley entrance out of the corner of his eye. His thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a single word in clear, cold, and emotionless language:
"roll."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that pierced the soul, like an icicle stabbing into everyone's eardrums.
The drunken woman's seductive expression froze instantly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes surged with undisguised shock and horror, as if the blood in her body had been frozen at that moment.
The burly men in the shadows also paused at the same time, their hands unconsciously reaching for the weapons hidden at their waists or in their sleeves, their muscles tense to the extreme.
Their orders were to probe suspicious individuals and stall for time, but the dangerous aura emanating from the man before them far exceeded any description in the briefing, filling them with a deep-seated fear.
The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment, and even the sound of the wind became faint.
A few seconds later, the woman's charming smile froze. She suppressed the urge to turn and run away, muttered something resentfully, and staggered away.
The figures in the shadows exchanged glances, understanding the apprehension in each other's eyes. They silently retreated, disappearing into the deeper darkness, no longer daring to test the waters.
Xiao Chen seemed completely oblivious to the earlier interruption and continued walking without stopping.
However, the air around him was colder than the autumn night on Jiyin Island. The indifferent chill spread silently like an invisible aura, making the passing night wind seem to freeze.
The high bluestone walls of the courtyard were almost within reach. In the darkness, the outlines of the eaves and brackets were as ferocious as a lurking beast, exhaling a chilling aura.
Xiao Chen walked on calmly, each step precisely aimed at the vital point of this "beast's" throat.
The exterior walls, outlined in the darkness, exuded silent and imposing lines. The ornate carvings and painted rafters of the antique-style building were seamlessly integrated with modern security features, revealing no flaw whatsoever. (End of Chapter)