From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 275 Immortal Venerable Ruins: Xiao Yao Faces Another Challenge

I cautiously walked towards the direction of that chilling aura. The light in the passage grew dimmer, as if it had been soaked in thick ink.

The surrounding stone walls had become rough and uneven, as if they had been torn apart by countless claws and teeth, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

I could smell the decaying stench in the air, like the stench from the depths of a grave, it was nauseating.

Stepping on the cold stone slabs, each step felt exceptionally heavy.

In the darkness, it felt as if countless eyes were hidden, watching me from the shadows, sending chills down my spine.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms, causing a sharp pain that only made me more alert.

My spiritual energy flowed slowly through my body, and I raised my vigilance to the highest level, so that no movement could escape my perception.

"Hehehe..." The sinister voice came again, clearer and more greedy than before.

"These Immortal Venerable ruins are indeed extraordinary! It seems I, the Netherworld Ghost King, am about to make a fortune today!"

I held my breath, concealed myself further, and tried to suppress my presence as much as possible.

This Netherworld King is indeed a treacherous and cunning individual. The aura emanating from him is like a bone-deep infection, sending chills down one's spine.

I must be extra careful and make sure he doesn't find out.

However, just when I thought I was being careful enough, a tremendous force suddenly attacked from behind, as fast as lightning, giving me no chance to react at all.

"boom!"

I was thrown back by this force and crashed heavily into the stone wall.

A sharp pain shot through my back, as if my bones were shattered.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hehe, little mouse, you actually think you can hide?" The Netherworld Ghost King's cold voice, tinged with smugness, entered my ears like a death knell.

"Your scent is familiar, let me think... Oh? It's you, the little girl who ruined my plans last time!"

I struggled to sit up, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and only then could I see the figure of the Netherworld Ghost King.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face was deathly pale, and dark power swirled around him, constantly eroding the spiritual energy within me.

I gritted my teeth and tried hard to stand firm, but found that my legs felt as heavy as lead.

The encroachment of dark forces left me utterly powerless, as if I were in a freezing ice cellar, and even my soul trembled uncontrollably.

The Netherworld King cackled as he walked towards me step by step, each step carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

"This time, let's see who can save you!" He stretched out his withered palm, on which black power surged, as if it would devour me at any moment.

I looked up. Was I really going to die here today?

Not reconciled!

I will never accept this!

"Don't rush to make a move, Lord Ghost King." A hoarse voice came from the depths of the passage, tinged with amusement.

Blood Demon Elder!

My heart sank suddenly and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

The Netherworld Ghost King was already difficult enough to deal with, and now the Blood Fiend Elder has appeared. I'm afraid I'm really going to die here today.

The Blood Demon Elder slowly emerged from the shadows, a sinister smile on his face, which resembled withered tree bark, and a greedy glint in his murky eyes.

He walked up to the Ghost King and said with a sinister smile, "Ghost King, this little girl has quite a few treasures on her. Why don't we join forces and capture her?"

The Netherworld Ghost King glanced at the Blood Fiend Elder and snorted coldly, "I know what to do without you telling me."

I was caught between the two of them, unable to move forward or backward.

The dark power emanating from the Netherworld Ghost King, like a maggot clinging to my bone, constantly eroded my spiritual power, making me feel weak in waves.

The bloody smell emanating from the Blood Fiend Elder made me feel nauseous and want to vomit.

I tried to mobilize the spiritual power within my body, but I found that my spiritual power was being suppressed here!

How can this be?

I have clearly broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, so how come I can't even mobilize my spiritual power?

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me. I felt like prey trapped in a spider web, only able to watch helplessly as the prey approached step by step, unable to resist.

The Netherworld Ghost King and the Blood Fiend Elder exchanged a glance, and then attacked me simultaneously!

I gritted my teeth and tried my best to dodge, but I was still hit by the Netherworld Ghost King.

A powerful force surged into my body like a tidal wave, as if my internal organs were being torn apart. The intense pain made me let out a muffled groan.

I fell heavily to the ground, my vision blurred, and my ears were ringing.

I felt my body getting heavier and heavier, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

Am I going to die here?

No! I can't die! I still have so much to do! I still have to…

"Wait..." I used the last of my strength to squeeze out those two words through gritted teeth.

My consciousness began to blur, and everything before my eyes became hazy, but I still remembered the words of the Azure Lotus Fairy—"The Immortal Venerable's Ruins have their own rules; in times of danger, use your heart to sense them..."

Feel with your heart... feel what?

I tried to concentrate and feel everything around me.

The cold stone slabs, the biting chill, and...

A strange energy fluctuation!

This energy fluctuation was completely different from the spiritual power within my body; it was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it came from the primordial era.

I instinctively wanted to seize this energy, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

The moment my fingertips touched this energy, a powerful force surged into my body, rapidly repairing my damaged body.

My eyes lit up, and my previously blurry vision became clear again.

I felt an unprecedented power filling my entire body, as if I possessed infinite possibilities.

"What's going on?" The Netherworld Ghost King's astonished voice rang in my ears, tinged with disbelief.

I slowly stood up, feeling the surging power within me, and a cold smile curled at the corner of my mouth.

I looked at the Netherworld Ghost King and the Blood Fiend Elder, "Do you think you can defeat me like this?"

The Netherworld Ghost King and the Blood Fiend Elder exchanged bewildered glances. They clearly hadn't expected me to suddenly recover, and that my strength seemed even greater than before.

The greed in their eyes was gradually replaced by fear.

I walked step by step toward the source of that energy, which was a piece of jade that emitted a soft light. It lay quietly in the corner of the ruins, as if it had been sleeping for thousands of years.

I reached out and gently stroked the surface of the jade. A warm power flowed into my body, and my strength increased once again.

I closed my eyes and felt the cleansing power within me; my heart was at peace.

When I opened my eyes again, my gaze had become incredibly firm.

The surrounding danger seemed to be intimidated by my imposing presence and dared not approach.

"Are you all ready to die?"

I took a deep breath and mobilized the surging immortal spiritual power within my body, which, like a volcanic eruption, swept towards the Netherworld Ghost King and the Blood Fiend Elder!

"Overestimating yourself!" The Netherworld Ghost King sneered, black mist swirling in his hand, transforming into a giant ghost claw that reached out to grab me.

The ghostly claws attacked, bringing with them a chilling wind. I could even feel the tiny pores on my skin contracting, and goosebumps rose one after another.

However, I am not afraid at all.

The immortal sword in my hand hummed, emitting a clear dragon's roar. The golden light emanating from the sword dispelled the surrounding darkness, like the rising sun dispelling the gloom before dawn.

I flashed and transformed into a streak of light, dodging the attack of the ghost claw.

At the same time, the immortal sword was wielded, and a sharp sword aura shot out, striking the face of the Netherworld Ghost King!

"Hmph!" The Netherworld Ghost King snorted disdainfully, and with a wave of his ghostly claw, he blocked the sword energy.

However, he clearly underestimated my abilities.

The moment the sword energy collided with the ghost claw, a deafening roar erupted, the surrounding stone walls trembled violently, and rubble fell down.

The Netherworld Ghost King was forced back several steps, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Taking this opportunity, I launched another attack, my immortal sword lashing out at the Netherworld Ghost King like a raging storm.

Seeing this, the Blood Demon Elder also launched a sneak attack from the side, his blood-red dagger, which reeked of a fishy stench, stabbing towards my back.

I was prepared, and with a backhand strike, I sent the Blood Fiend Elder flying.

He crashed into the stone wall, letting out a scream as blood gushed from his mouth.

The Netherworld Ghost King was forced to retreat steadily under my pressure, and a look of terror appeared on his face. He clearly did not expect me to be so powerful.

I sneered, and the light of the immortal sword in my hand shone even brighter. A dazzling golden light flashed, and the Netherworld Ghost King let out a shrill scream, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing into the depths of the ruins.

"Trying to escape?" I sneered, brandishing my immortal sword. A sword aura shot out and gave chase.

A moment later, a loud bang came from deep within the ruins, followed by silence.

I know that the Netherworld King has been completely destroyed by me.

I slowly sheathed my sword and looked around. The ruins were filled with the aura of my victory, and an unprecedented sense of glory filled my heart.

I won!

However, just as I was basking in the joy of victory, a strong wave of restriction suddenly emanated from the depths of the ruins.

This fluctuation was more powerful than any before, as if it came from the ancient wilderness, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

My heart sank suddenly, and a sense of unease welled up inside me.

"What...is this?" I murmured to myself, walking towards the source of the powerful restrictive energy deep within the ruins...