Chapter 2706 - 2705: Temple

Song Ruozhao’s "Forty-Nine Dragon Chants" was entirely gained from his youth’s observations and experiences of witnessing the posture and attacks of a descending Golden Dragon.

He transformed the Golden Dragon’s moves into his own sword techniques, relying on these forty-nine moves, Song Ruozhao had already claimed the swordsmanship title in the world of the Nine Provinces of that time, with no one being his match, except for the Qingfeng Sword Sage, Ye Yun.

And today, as Song Ruozhao watched Ye Yun’s dying "Instantaneous Sword" combined with his insights that had been sealed for three thousand years, he finally made another breakthrough in swordsmanship, breaking through a bottleneck that had trapped him for three thousand years.

He comprehended the final move of the Dragon Chant Sword technique—Slaying Dragon!

The speed and strength were unparalleled in the world, and in an instant, it obliterated the Evil Dragon’s primordial soul into nothingness.

After using this sword, even someone as physically powerful as Song Ruozhao found himself slightly unable to endure it; his body shook slightly in the air before finally falling downward.

Ling Feng, carrying Little Fei, steadily caught the disoriented Song Ruozhao.

Ling Feng looked at Song Ruozhao, who was still steadily holding the Dragon Qin, and smiled admiringly, "Master Song, that sword was truly impressive, it left me stunned."

Song Ruozhao opened his eyes slightly and said weakly, "Ye Yun’s sword... Qingfeng..."

Ling Feng took out the Qingfeng Sword, which was slightly dim beside him, "Rest assured, I’ve retrieved it, and won’t let it fall into the Weili River,"

"Ye Yun was a prodigy of his generation, a masterful sword practitioner, his sword should not be buried in this Nine Nether and unseen, I will take it back to the Nine Provinces, find someone destined, and pass it on to him, what do you think?" Ling Feng inquired.

Song Ruozhao pondered for a moment and finally nodded, "This is best, the senior’s swordsmanship should not be lost and buried, passing it onto a destined person would not be in vain of the senior’s Sword Soul and Qingfeng’s renown!"

Ling Feng nodded and stored the Qingfeng Sword into his Space Ring, though the Qingfeng Sword had become dim and dull due to losing its master, both Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao firmly believed that as long as Qingfeng met the right inheritor, it would once again radiate the brilliance befitting a Sword Sage!

Beneath the three of them, the Weili River had fully emerged, with the land falling apart, leaving no place to stand.

Ling Feng frowned as he looked downward, initially believing that slaying the Evil Dragon would break the situation, finding a way to leave, only to result in the emergence of merely a Weili River.

Previously, Ling Feng heard the Evil Dragon mention before its death that it had received some Nine Nether Master’s inheritance, which allowed its primordial soul not to perish, surviving in a black state in the world.

Ling Feng was very curious about who the Nine Nether Master might be, those Human Race and Devil Clan over the Nine Provinces had never mentioned Nine Nether, naturally, few were aware of Nine Nether Master’s existence, even Song Ruozhao, who had lived indirectly for thousands of years, hadn’t heard of such an existence.

At first, Ling Feng thought the Nine Nether Master might be Zhou Ming, after all, it was Zhou Ming who dragged the three into Nine Nether, but Ling Feng quickly dismissed this idea.

Regardless of what Zhou Ming actually was, simply due to the Evil Dragon’s black primordial soul power, Ling Feng did not think it was bestowed by Zhou Ming, and it had no motive to do so.

Actually, Ling Feng now did not particularly understand Zhou Ming’s purpose of dragging them into Nine Nether, he could only temporarily speculate that it was to prevent Ling Feng from vying for world treasures, which was the most reasonable explanation Ling Feng could think of.

The Devil Clan and Human Race might have already been aware of Ling Feng’s existence and known of Ling Feng’s purpose and strength, thus teamed up with Zhou Ming to forcibly drag Ling Feng and the strong returning Song Ruozhao into Nine Nether to restrict their actions.

Of course, Ling Feng did not dismiss the possibility that Zhou Ming was tormenting them just for fun.

Song Ruozhao was currently sitting cross-legged on Little Fei’s back, his eyes closed to restore his Spiritual Energy and vitality, Nine Nether was incredibly eerie and dangerous, he must quickly return to his best state to prevent trouble from arising at the next moment.

Ling Feng stood together with Ling Yao; Ling Feng looked at the mist ahead, turned his head to look at Ling Yao, only to find Ling Yao was also looking at him.

Ling Feng smiled and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Ling Yao shook her head, concisely saying, "It’s been a long time since we met, I’ve missed you."

Ling Feng looked at the uncertain scene ahead and asked, "I’ve brought you to Nine Provinces and now dragged you to this dangerous Nine Nether, do you blame me?"

Ling Yao calmly shook her head, "No, we’ve known each other for so long, don’t you understand my nature? I came of my own accord, not just to accompany you but to see the scenery and encounters along your journey as well,"

"If I missed such an exciting experience, wouldn’t it be quite a shame?"

Ling Feng looked at Ling Yao’s indifferent expression, yet his heart was warmed by a sense of warmth.

To have such a bosom friend in life, what a blessing!

The Weili River stretched for hundreds of kilometers, although Little Fei’s flying speed was extremely fast, it still took a great deal of time and effort to plant Ling Feng and his companions onto a walkable place.

Song Ruozhao slowly opened his eyes as well, his energy mostly restored.

Ling Feng stood on the ground, gently touching Little Fei’s head, softspokenly saying, "Thank you, Little Fei, you can go rest now."

After nodding his head, Little Fei then entered Ling Feng’s Jade Pendant.

The three headed forward, and a solemn black Temple appeared in Ling Feng’s sight.

The design of the Temple was similar to those seen before, with ancient spiked corners, its plaque was marked with the trace of a sharp weapon, but no words were engraved.

Ling Feng saw the wordless plaque, his brows slightly furrowed, in their custom, such Temple plaques without words often brought disaster, many wandering souls and ghosts could infiltrate the Temple, not only disrupting the peace but also threatening lives.

At Song Ruozhao’s back, the Dragon Qin Sword was also trembling slightly, as if warning everyone not to enter. Sensing the abnormal reaction of Dragon Qin, Song Ruozhao casually said, "Ling Feng, little friend, do you want to go in? Though I am curious too,"

"But my sword seems to be warning me; there may be something unclean inside. After all, I come from the Dao Sect, I understand these basic sensing of auras. Many years ago I traveled with my master and subdued many monsters with swords and talismans,"

"Generally, in places with Devilish Qi, my Dragon Qin will tremble slightly to warn me..."

Ling Feng looked at the Temple, intrigued, "Why not go in and have a look, after all, there shouldn’t be any Devil Beasts like the Evil Dragon left, right? If there are, then this time I’ll make a move and slay it myself, having not acted for a while, it’s become quite dull."

Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao extended their left hand and right hand respectively, pushing open the Temple’s door, while Ling Feng held Ling Yao’s hand with his right hand.

The Temple’s door opened, and the scene that appeared before the three rendered them somewhat stunned.

Here, incense was thriving, worshippers in ancient attire came and went, some knelt on prayer mats worshipping gods, others were appreciating the murals inside the Temple, presenting a vibrant scene of incense prosperity.

Moreover, within the Temple, due to the glow of the firelight, it was much warmer than the monotonous colors outside, providing assurance and peace to people, incense was curling, with the fragrance leaving Ling Feng somewhat dazed.

But the trio felt no relief, all the way through had been a scene of ruin; why would a Temple suddenly appear here, and why did so many people suddenly emerge?

"Ling Feng, little friend, be careful, I sense something strange about these people, perhaps they may not be human..." Song Ruozhao warned.

This was also Ling Feng’s first reaction, but when he activated Divine Sense scanning, he found these people were truly genuine human beings, their bodies contained normal meridians, no different from ordinary people.

"I’ve already checked with Divine Sense, these people actually are human!" Ling Feng replied to Song Ruozhao’s warning with a turn of his head, such a twist left the duo somewhat at a loss.

How could there be so many ordinary people in Nine Nether? Even Qingfeng Sword Sage Ye Yun appeared with a skeletal appearance, how could these ordinary people be so freely burning incense and worshipping gods here?

Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao listened to the surrounding laughter and sincere prayers, suddenly having the urge to want to stay and worship gods.

Ling Feng walked to the front of the Temple’s high platform, avoiding those red cloth strips and coil incense on the rafters, finally discovering who the worshippers’ god was?

High upon the altar sat a clay statue, bizarrely resembling a black shadow with red eyes, assumed a weird posture while overlooking the worshippers below.

Song Ruozhao also came over, looked at the clay statue, and his brows had deeply furrowed.

Ling Feng murmured, "Why do I feel that this god statue looks increasingly like..."

"Zhou Ming!"