novellhall Chapter 81 Hexagram
Chapter 81 Hexagram
Chapter 83 Hexagram
As for this wisp of gray energy trying to break free of its restraints, Lu Qingfeng naturally wanted to see where it wanted to go, so he stopped blocking it and let it drift away, while he followed behind it from a distance.
Following the gray mist, Lu Qingfeng roughly identified the direction and sped towards the north of the city. In the real world, there was no need to worry about the impact on the real world, so he crashed into countless buildings along the way, but he didn't have to pay for them himself.
The streets were shrouded in a gray mist at night. Every hundred meters or so, groups of three or five ghostly foxes would emerge from the mist, their eyes glowing with ghostly fire, mechanically repeating the fox cry that sounded less like a fox's cry: "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king."
Although individually weak, they were endless, constantly emerging from the eaves and corners of the walls, frantically harassing the enemy.
At first, when faced with the ghost fox blocking his way, Lu Qingfeng shattered it with a single punch. However, after disintegrating, the ghost fox turned into yin energy, which soon reformed in the distance. No, it can't be called reformation; it was as if the wisp of yin energy had found a fox's skeletal corpse again and attached itself to it.
Lu Qingfeng simply unleashed his Blood Moon Territory, compressing the domain to three meters around his body. Any ghosts or foxes that stepped into the domain experienced a sharp decrease in speed and were easily crushed by him, which also slowed down the flow of Yin energy.
However, the number of ghosts and foxes seemed endless, and their overlapping illusions created mental interference that did not cause any real harm, but was extremely annoying.
"This is never going to end!"
Lu Qingfeng's already easily explosive temper was instantly ignited. He poured his blood and qi into the Red Moon Mark, and without activating the Release Form, the Flesh and Blood Furnace roared into operation. His blood and qi surged outward like waves, and the ghost foxes within a radius of twenty meters were burned as if by blazing flames, screaming and turning into green smoke.
He charged forward, crushing several ghost foxes with each step, but more still emerged from the fog.
After advancing for two miles, the fox demons suddenly intensified their attack, with dozens of stronger fox demons rushing forward, scratching wildly with their claws.
Lu Qingfeng let out a low shout, which immediately struck the ghost foxes as if they were struck by lightning, freezing them in place. He then threw a punch with his backhand, channeling his thunderous energy, blasting the elite ghost foxes and a cloud of mist out of range.
Taking advantage of the brief clearing, he glimpsed a broken stone altar appearing at the end of the gray mist. The power supplied by the Qi and Blood Furnace suddenly increased, and his Qi and Blood burst forth, accelerating his sprint. Wherever he passed, all the ghosts and foxes were crushed into dust.
As they approached the stone altar, the horde of ghosts and foxes let out a mournful shriek and collectively self-destructed, their malevolent energy coalescing into a black tide that pressed down upon them.
Lu Qingfeng boldly activated the Blood Moon Territory to its maximum extent. The crimson domain clashed with the black tide, eroding and wearing each other down. After a few breaths of stalemate, he finally emerged victorious.
"boom!"
The crimson field crushed towards the ghost foxes, their wails dissipating as the gray mist gradually faded, revealing the ancient, dark blue altar.
In the recessed center of the altar, lay a cracked bronze divination tablet, its surface engraved with the inscription "[Sixth Line] (from a web translation)".
Lu Qingfeng picked up the divination piece. The Nine Netherworld Fate-Gazing Seal (fragment) was slightly warm and resonated with the divination piece. This was the remaining clue?
Before he could examine it closely, a notification from the integrated network sounded in his mind:
The conditions for triggering the "Old Times" dungeon have been met. Do you wish to enter?
Warning: This instance involves clues about the fall of a Yin God (level 19+/level 20-). Warning: This instance involves high-level law factors; please challenge with caution.
Difficulty rating: Level 7 (Elite)
The Nine Netherworld Fate Seal effect is triggered. You have obtained two other related clues: Time/War.
At the same time, the bronze divination tablet held in Lu Qingfeng's hand glowed slightly, and a circle of cyan light slowly emanated from it.
As the halo swept across, all the ghost foxes that had been communicating with the caller stopped roaring and ceased their attacks.
Their empty eye sockets were now affected by the blue halo, and blue ghostly flames were born within them. Compared to their previous ferocious aura, which seemed to want to kill Lu Qingfeng even if they couldn't bite him to death, they were now more bewildered, which then transformed into deep sorrow and awe.
In the next instant, hundreds and thousands of ghost foxes, regardless of distance, turned towards the altar as if they were soldiers receiving an invisible command, their forelimbs on the ground and their heads bowed, making a clear and unmistakable kneeling posture.
Within the gray fog, their figures appeared indistinctly, stretching as far as the eye could see, yet they no longer harbored any hostility; only a silent prayer permeated the air.
It was a grievance, resentment, and obsessive desire for liberation that had been suppressed for countless years.
The cracked bronze trigram felt slightly warm in Lu Qingfeng's palm. The contradictory sensation of being both cool and hot traveled along his meridians to his heart. Even an ordinary person like him was almost affected by this sorrow. If he hadn't held firm to his principles, who knows what might have happened?
[You have encountered a special event: Fox's Sorrow [Accept the quest: The Fox's Request. Quest details will be revealed within the instance.]
[Under review and verification online — The task rewards match the task difficulty; players are free to decide whether to accept the task.]
Lu Qingfeng first used the bell in front of himself dozens of times to cleanse his mind before looking down at the dungeon description.
Yin spirit?
Level 19?
He couldn't help but lick his slightly dry lips.
I'm only level seven now. With the Feast and all the bonuses, my actual combat strength should be close to level ten. But level nineteen—that's a completely different concept in terms of life level.
If the lingering obsessions of a fallen Yin spirit can give rise to an endless tide of resurrected ghost foxes, what must its original form have been like in its previous life?
The surroundings were eerily silent.
The ghost foxes that had been charging forward relentlessly were now all prostrate on the ground, their eerie green soul flames flickering slightly, as if they were gazing intently, or perhaps waiting.
That collective sentiment, a mixture of sorrow, resentment, and pleading, weighed heavily on the air, making it even more suffocating than the previous screams and attacks.
Tsk.
Looking at the ghosts and foxes below the stage, Lu Qingfeng felt his own life field begin to stir under the pressure of this intent.
Does that mean you won't move if I don't move?
The boundary has not yet been lifted, and the entire city remains shrouded in gray fog and deathly silence.
Since we're already entangled in this wandering dungeon and these damned foxes, there's no escaping it.
Instead of passively waiting for things to change, it's better to take the initiative and go in to see for yourself.
High risk often means high reward. The place where the Yin God fell should have some good stuff, right?
Before entering, Lu Qingfeng glanced at the kneeling ghost fox skeletons on the ground. These things had attacked frantically before, but immediately submitted upon seeing the divination tablets—and could even automatically issue tasks. Could these things be the remains of that damned Yin God?
Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it too much. Lu Qingfeng focused his mind on the integrated network panel and checked the option to enter again.
The warning lettering in red was still glaring, but Lu Qingfeng didn't hesitate much.
"Yes."