The Blade-Wielding Legend

"Penglai?!"

Sha Lifei gasped, his voice changing pitch as the white frost on the barrel of his firearm trembled and fell.

Kong Shangzhao’s pupils constricted suddenly, and even the weakened Night Crying Man, leaning against Lv San, struggled to raise his eyelids, disbelief flickering in his clouded eyes.

Everyone wore expressions of shock.

They had sought, desperately and in vain, this legendary Overseas Immortal Mountain. Later, they expended effort to find the ruins where An Qisheng might have temporarily stayed.

But aside from some defunct broken pill furnaces and a few spiritless date pits, they found almost nothing.

Who would have thought that this ethereal Immortal Island, bearing the boundless longing of Emperor Qin and Emperor Han, symbolizing carefree immortality, would appear so grotesque and perilous on the edge of the frigid ice sea in the extreme north?

"How... how is this possible?"

Wang Daoxuan’s voice trembled as he stepped forward quickly, fingers brushing over the cold inscriptions before sharply looking around.

Gnarled strange trees, eerie green ice moss, pervasive foul wind, the remains of an ice bear underfoot...

Everything was a hellish contrast to the descriptions in the book, of "gold and jade for palaces, fragrant grasses growing everywhere, immortal birds and spirit beasts frolicking" in the Penglai Fairyland.

His brow furrowed, face full of confusion, saying, "The ’List of Immortals’ clearly records that An Qisheng ate giant dates like melons and ascended in daylight from Penglai, news returning to Divine State, prompting Emperor Shi to send Xu Fu, and Emperor Wu to dispatch Fangshi, spending vast resources and exhausting the people, all to seek the immortal traces."

"Why... why has this place become such a great ominous land? Spiritual energy depleted, Evil Qi pervasive, fierce beasts rampaging?"

His question had no answer.

However, reality allowed them no time to think deeply.

The ground underfoot began transmitting a heavy, distant vibration, like countless heavy drum mallets striking the earth.

In the depths of the strange forest covered in ice and snow, smoke and dust surged skyward, stirring the gray sky.

The dull roar of beasts, sharp screeches, and the grinding sound of bones mixed together, forming a hair-raising sonic wave, rolling in.

An even larger beast tide seemed driven by some force or attracted by their bloody scent, rushing madly toward the coastline where they stood!

"Here they come!" Wu Ba grunted, instinctively reaching for the Tiger-Squat Cannon behind him, but the cannon was cold, and the ammunition was almost depleted due to the prior Ice Ghost assault and ship abandonment.

Sha Lifei quickly checked the firearm, shaking his head with a grim face.

Li Yan took a deep breath, trying to operate the "sniff" Divine Skills to capture the movements of the beast tide, seeking an escape route.

Yet, the air was filled with a pungent stench, rot, and the strange smell of icy Evil Qi, like countless steel needles piercing his nostrils, instantly disrupting his perception.

Aside from the nauseating chaotic aura, no useful information could be discerned.

Lv San had long tilted his ear to listen, but his face was as white as paper, brow furrowed, saying, "No! All I hear are roars and teeth grinding! Too mixed, too chaotic, can’t discern direction or numbers!"

In his arms, the hawk Li Dong and the little fox Chu Qi had already curled into a ball, trembling, their animal instincts sensing the fear of imminent doom.

Wang Daoxuan also shook his head, pale.

He fully activated the Mystical Sect Qi Observation Technique, but all he saw was turmoil boiling, muddled with thick Evil Qi!

Gray-black, grim-green, dark-red... various ominous auras intertwined, like boiling poison porridge, obscuring sight, disrupting Spiritual Sense.

The Turtle Shell Compass’ needle was rapidly spinning like a madman, emitting a piercing hum, completely losing its directional function.

In front lay an unknown dangerous place, behind came an overwhelming beast tide, Divine Skills suppressed, ammunition running low, injuries unhealed... it seemed to be a dead end.

At this critical moment, Fatty Lin, usually lurking at the back of the team, appearing most timid and unremarkable, suddenly raised his hand tremblingly, "I... I... I think I found something!"

All eyes instantly focused on his chubby face.

"What? Quickly, tell us!" Sha Lifei urged anxiously.

"Treasure aura! A lot of treasure aura!"

Fatty Lin pointed towards the opposite direction of the beast tide, into the depths shrouded by dense fog and stranger trees, his voice carrying a peculiar certainty, "Over there! Very thick! But also very strange, feels... feels like something is pressing down on it, what’s emerging is just the tip of the iceberg!"

Everyone’s spirits lifted suddenly!

Though Fatty Lin was timid, his Treasure Identification Spirit Eyes were genuine, able to directly see the spiritual treasure glow contained in objects, often proving invaluable in treasure hunts and explorations.

The direction he pointed to lay diagonally opposite the beast tide’s approach, implying it was not the source, perhaps a path to survival!

"Go!" Li Yan decided immediately, without hesitation.

Rather than await doom, better to seize a glimmer of hope!

He hoisted the weakened Night Crying Man onto his back and dashed first in the direction Fatty Lin indicated.

Wang Daoxuan, Sha Lifei, Wu Ba, Kong Shangzhao, Long Yan’er, Lv San quickly followed. Fatty Lin also burst into an unprecedented speed, leading the team with his small eyes fixed on the vague "treasure aura" guidance ahead.

The ground vibrated increasingly fiercely, the beast roar wave behind approached like a tsunami, even tearing claws on frozen soil and giant objects breaking ice trees could be heard.

The foul wind carried ice flakes, battering the backs of the group, the biting cold bringing the threat of death.

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