NOVPUBThe sedan chair carried Xu Zimei, returning once again to Eternal Ancient City. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Eternal Ancient City was still as bustling as before, and Xu Zimei wanted to take a look inside the so-called Immortal Path ruins before leaving.
There might be some unexpected findings.
"You go wait at the inn, I have some things to take care of," Xu Zimei said to Jiuyou.
"Can’t you take me with you?" Jiuyou asked.
"You can’t go to the core area of the Immortal Path ruins," Xu Zimei shook her head slightly.
Jiuyou, having no choice, could only nod and head back to the inn, knowing that there were some things Xu Zimei didn’t want her to get involved in.
After parting with Jiuyou, Xu Zimei headed toward the Immortal Path ruins alone.
The Immortal Path ruins were located in the Southern District, also one of the famous spots in Eternal Ancient City.
Tales of that great war of yore have been circulating among the residents of Eternal Ancient City for many years.
It was said that the leaders from beyond the Immortal Path bridge invaded the Eternal Ancient Continent.
The Eternal Ancient Divine King risked his life to seal the rift, and ultimately fought his final battle with the remaining forces in Eternal Ancient City.
All the Divine Kings of the entire continent gathered, and the battle was fought so fiercely that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their color.
In the end, the leader "Qiong Qi" was slain here, and his followers were mostly annihilated.
Afterward, people rebuilt Eternal Ancient City, designating the core area, where the battle was most intense, as part of the Southern District.
Because the malicious aura of Qiong Qi in that core area was too heavy, it simply couldn’t be rebuilt.
People could only hope that over time, these malicious auras would gradually dissipate.
No sooner had Xu Zimei entered the Southern District than he suddenly collided with someone.
As this person neared Xu Zimei, his eyes suddenly flickered with a vicious light, and he directly took out a sharp knife and attacked Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly and swatted the person away with a slap.
The assailant’s body crashed heavily against a nearby wall, becoming a bloody mess, and he could no longer move.
"An old remnant of the past?" Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
"That was fast; I haven’t even made it to the Immortal Path ruins, and I’ve already been targeted."
After killing the attacker, Xu Zimei had only walked a few steps
when a "boom" sounded— the thick gates of the Southern District behind him were slowly closed.
In front of him on the main street of the Southern District, the bustling street crowd suddenly fell quiet.
"Puff, puff, puff," the sounds of countless blades piercing flesh instantly filled the entire street.
A group of people shed their coats, revealing red robes worn underneath.
At a glance, there appeared to be thousands of these red-robed individuals, densely occupying the entire street.
The unsuspecting bystanders were stabbed with long swords without warning, and killed instantly.
The bustling street turned chaotic in an instant, and those remaining pedestrians quickly ran towards the stores on both sides, seeking refuge.
But the group in red robes didn’t care, for their initial target was Xu Zimei.
After everyone had fled, only the densely packed red-robed figures were left on the entire street.
A large group of the red-robed individuals surged from all around, encircling Xu Zimei in layers, three deep.
The leader was an elderly figure in a bright red robe, with a swirling emblem embroidered on his chest.
Despite his advanced age, the elder was spirited and full-faced with a rosy glow.
He had a pair of eagle eyes, a hooked nose, and his gaze exerted a tremendously oppressive feeling.
A faint Holy Power seemed to emanate from all around him.
"Kid, hand over the key," the leading old man said with a deep voice.
"Whether I hand it over or not, you aren’t going to let me go, so why should I give it to you," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Offer up the key and I’ll allow you to join our Sect of Seven Fears," the leading old man contemplated for a moment.
He said, "I’ll only give you ten breaths to consider. If you don’t hand it over, you’ll face death."
"It seems the Eternal Ancient Divine King underestimated you. He thought you were hiding within the Eternal Ancient City, but he never expected that you had already corroded an entire district," Xu Zimei spoke.
"If given some more time, I’m afraid you’d turn the entire Eternal Ancient City upside down."
"Kid, people from the Eternal Ancient Continent are nothing but frogs in a well; you have no idea how vast this world truly is,"
the leading old man said coldly, "There are only a few Divine Kings, and in a lifetime not many can reach that level.
But if you join our Sect of Seven Fears, once we return to the Main Church, all of you could have boundless prospects. Why not plot great matters with us?"
"No thanks. Your boss died here, and you, a mere Saint, still dare to talk big about frogs in a well," Xu Zimei shook his head, chuckling.
The leading old man frowned slightly, waved his right hand gently, and said faintly, "Kill him."
Upon the command, the group of red-robed men surrounding the area all swarmed to attack Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei looked up into the distance. At the end of this main street, in that wide-open square, was the end of the Immortal Path ruins.
He stepped towards the end of the street, seemingly oblivious to the thousands of people crowding around him.
Rafts of shouting and killing cries rose around him.
Step by step, Xu Zimei advanced forward as a tremendous aura began to gather around him.
With each step he took, his momentum grew stronger, and that oppressive feeling intensified.
The wind whipped up, and a vortex of Spiritual Energy converged beneath Xu Zimei’s feet.
The closer people got to Xu Zimei, the stronger the gravity they felt upon their bodies, making their movements extremely sluggish.
As Xu Zimei slowly raised his right hand, dozens of people near him were sent flying.
His footsteps marched forward, his gaze tranquil without a ripple, his body devoid of any hesitation.
As he continued to walk, groups of people were periodically sent flying without even a touch to his clothing.
A constant "boom boom boom" of explosions and screams rose and fell in the street, and the rare autumn sunlight shone down from on high.
The golden rays of the sun spilled across the earth, casting light upon the corpses that lay strewn about.
When Xu Zimei had passed through the street, standing at the square on the other end, behind him stretched a whole street filled with bodies.
Ruined walls and piles of corpses stacked as high as small hills.
The only one standing ahead was the red-robed leading old man.
Watching Xu Zimei approach step by step under the noon sun, droplets of sweat began to appear on his forehead without notice.
As Xu Zimei loomed closer, the old man seemed unable to withstand the pressure any longer.
His right hand was wrapped in a pale red Spiritual Energy, his fist tightly clenched, and he threw a punch directly at Xu Zimei.
This punch carried the Spiritual Energy like a wave breaking the wind, tearing through the space in front of it, and one could vaguely see the red Spiritual Energy as if it were brewing something.
Xu Zimei smiled slightly, reached out his hand, and grabbed the old man’s right fist.
