Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

Chapter 1563 The Untamed 43

Right now we are just wandering around the periphery. It's not that we don't want to go deeper, but this time we are here to look for someone, so of course we can't just take a quick look and leave. It's best to dig deep into the ground and not miss any clues.

However, the compass used to find things sometimes worked and sometimes didn't, which made Wei Ying feel even more depressed and gradually became irritated.

In view of the silent but subtle awkwardness between Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying, Lan Zhan took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of communicating between the two. "Wei Ying, you are distracted and not concentrating enough. Why don't I use the compass?"

Wei Ying also knew that something was wrong. Lan Zhan had taken the initiative to tell him, so he didn't refuse and handed over the compass directly. However, he was beginning to feel disheartened. "My father and mother have been gone for too long. Now I can't even detect the slightest trace of their presence..."

Everyone understands this truth. Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren have been dead for almost twenty years. No matter how deep the traces are, they cannot withstand the erosion of time. What's more, the place where they died was a mass grave. The resentment passing through it can swallow and consume any clues. Now the compass is activated, and the method used is still the method of dripping blood to find relatives, using Wei Ying's blood to guide the way.

It's a pity that perhaps Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren were dead without a trace left, so even though this compass is very powerful, it can only vaguely indicate the place where the couple shed blood when they killed demons and monsters.

But even though the bones and blood of cultivators have more spirituality than mortals, they still cannot withstand the ravages of the mass graves. Therefore, it is extremely rare to have a vague direction now. This is also thanks to the compass that Wei Ying painstakingly improved, and his identity as the son of destiny.

The three of them had a difficult journey, but they gradually began to approach the place where Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren died, and the compass completely lost its function at the edge of a cliff.

Looking at the low cliff, Jiang Cheng flew down first on his sword, and Lan Zhan and Wei Ying quickly followed. The area below the cliff was not flat, and there were several caves of different sizes hidden under the rocks.

Wei Ying was so anxious that he squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips and asked Jiang Cheng to cast a spell. "Ah Cheng, you are better at magic than me. Help me find it!"

Jiang Cheng started to cast a spell without saying a word, and did not forget to give Wei Ying a Yuan Dan. Under Jiang Cheng's spell, the drop of Wei Ying's heart blood gradually turned into a thin red line, and it probed in one direction like a spirit snake coming out of a cave.

The three of them hurried to catch up, but the blood line was moving towards a small cave at the bottom of the cliff. If it weren't for the three of them's cultivation, any mortal would probably not know how to get out of this medium-sized rocky forest.

Wei Ying stumbled and walked in front. Jiang Cheng quickly supported his arm and told him to be careful with his steps. Lan Zhan also hurried to persuade him: "Wei Ying, you are useless for anything like this."

Wei Ying stood up again, pulled the corners of his mouth, but still couldn't smile. He just nodded to indicate that he would be careful.

The outside of the cave looked almost completely blocked by the rocks at the entrance. If it weren't for Wei Ying's heart blood as a guide, one would have to get closer to find some clues.

The huge rock blocking the way was split open by Lan Zhan with a sword, revealing a cave entrance behind it that was less than a person's height. The cave was pitch black, and only at a distance of about a sword's length from the entrance could one barely see that the ground inside was also uneven.

Wei Ying stopped Jiang Cheng from entering first and walked ahead. Jiang Cheng only had time to remind him to light the torch.

After entering the cave, the first thing they felt was a chill that penetrated into their bones. Even though the three of them were prepared, they still couldn't help but shiver.

After passing through the short dark section at the beginning, when the road inside became wider, the previous darkness and coldness faded a lot. Between the cold and the cool, Wei Ying's overheated brain calmed down. He walked in front, exploring the way while paying close attention to the torch in his hand. Even for a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, the perception in some aspects would be slightly inferior to other things, such as the torches in everyone's hands.

Although he didn't feel any air movement, the flames of the torches in everyone's hands were flying everywhere. Wei Ying realized the potential danger in the cave and somewhat regretted not making any preparations and just barging in.

Wei Ying was still taking a moment to think about the arrow on the string that had to be shot. Jiang Cheng, who was at the rear, accidentally turned around and realized that they had been walking down the path all along. He lowered his voice and reminded them, "Ah Xian, you go in front and be careful. I just realized that we were actually walking down the path all along!"

Sure enough, apart from Jiang Cheng who was at the rear, Wei Ying who was leading the way was the one who felt the most. He took a deep breath and stopped. The three of them looked around with their backs to each other. The scene in front of them was still half dark and half white. There was no sunlight coming in, but it was not pitch black so that nothing could be seen.

But this is what makes people feel the most terrifying, especially since the route indicated by Wei Ying's heart blood is still intact, and under the urging of Jiang Cheng's magic power, it is pointing to the widest road in front.

The three men held up torches and carefully observed the surrounding stone walls. There was wind but no water here, so even without torches they could still move. However, there was no sign of life at all. Apart from the sound of the flames dancing and the breathing of the three men, there was no other sound.

Jiang Cheng couldn't grasp the clue in his mind for a moment, Lan Zhan even quietly began to use his spiritual sense to investigate the situation deeper. Wei Ying calmed down completely and looked around. He always felt that there seemed to be some huge danger hidden in the place ahead that was beyond his sight.

Although he was a little nervous, Wei Ying felt relieved after coming to this conclusion. If there really were any ferocious beasts or evil spirits that were difficult to deal with here, he might have a chance to find his parents' relics.

Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan's judgment was similar to Wei Ying's. Jiang Cheng didn't want to move forward rashly, especially since his cultivation was currently limited, so he suggested, "We can put out some bait first to test it out and see what's hidden inside."

Wei Ying agreed, cut his fingertips again, squeezed out a few drops of blood, smeared them on the wings of the communicating spirit butterfly, and released it directly into the depths of the cave.

The blood of the cultivator is full of spiritual power and vitality, and has a strong attraction to all kinds of demons and monsters. Jiang Cheng took back the spell cast with Wei Ying's heart blood, and quickly hid with Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, preparing to catch the turtle in the jar.

As the torch went out, the three people hid in the depression on the stone wall, but they could more clearly sense a cold wind that seemed to be blowing up from deep underground. This cold wind also carried a faint fishy stench. The three people were all startled and immediately held their breath and were on guard.

Less than a cup of tea later, a muffled sound was faintly heard from the depths of the cave. The last image sent back by the Psylocke after its self-destruction was a bloody mouth with teeth as sharp as saw teeth.