eurekapd Chapter 1160 The Cliffside Ancient Temple: Chonghua Temple
Chapter 1160 The Cliffside Ancient Temple: Chonghua Temple
"It's troublesome."
Yu Shuheng suddenly let out a low roar, and the golden light around his body suddenly erupted again, as hot and dazzling as a volcanic eruption.
In the blink of an eye, the dazzling golden light condensed into a majestic and enormous golden bell, like an indestructible fortress, firmly enveloping the three of them.
The entire massive golden bell shimmered with mysterious runes. These ancient and enigmatic symbols seemed to possess life, constantly changing and transforming, while also continuously emanating a powerful, solid, and indestructible defensive aura.
At the same time, Su Mingyi took a deep breath of fresh air and then fully activated the surging true energy within his body.
In an instant, his true energy surged and raged like a flood bursting its banks, circulating wildly at an astonishing speed.
As his true essence flowed rapidly, a faint cyan-green spiritual light began to expand and spread rapidly around his body, quickly condensing into countless sharp and chilling sword energies, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
At this moment, Su Mingyi's eyes became exceptionally sharp, like two blades capable of cutting through any obstacle, locking onto the enormous, ferocious-looking Taotie in the distance.
His face was ashen, and he spoke in a low but firm voice: "This fiend has only just broken free from the seal that has bound it for so many years, and its strength is certainly not yet fully recovered. As long as we work together and fight it with all our might, there might still be a glimmer of hope and a chance of victory!"
Looking at Su Xiaoya beside her, her hands were clenched into fists, her palms containing endless purple-gold lightning energy.
At this moment, the violent and restless purple lightning bolts were dancing and leaping at her slender fingertips, emitting a series of crisp and loud crackling sounds.
Not only that, thick, twisted silver lightning bolts meandered along her fair and delicate arms, eventually intertwining and converging around her graceful body to form a faint, shimmering ripple of lightning.
However, Su Xiaoya showed no fear whatsoever when facing the ferocious and brutal Taotie beast before her.
On the contrary, her beautiful, lively eyes sparkled with a heart-stirring excitement, as if she had discovered an extremely fun toy or a very challenging goal.
The legend of the Southern Wilderness has only just begun.
The wind of Mount Buting howled again.
This time, the wind carried not just heat and sand, but a heavy aura of killing intent, sweeping towards the Crimson Flame Volcano.
However, at this tense moment, another unexpected event occurred.
A sudden gust of wind swept in without warning. This wind was completely different from the gale brought by Yin Yin Hu. It carried a strange suction force, like an invisible giant hand that suddenly gripped Su Xiao Ya's body.
Su Xiaoya felt a blur before her eyes, and the sounds of the wind, roars, and the buzzing of sword energy in her ears vanished without a trace.
Before Su Xiaoya could even utter a cry of alarm, her body seemed to be swept into a rapidly spinning vortex, making her dizzy and disoriented...
The scene before them was ever-changing, sometimes it was the lava of the Crimson Flame Volcano, sometimes it was Yin Yinhu's green robe, and sometimes it was the anxious faces of Su Mingyi and Yu Shuheng...
"Ok!"
Su Xiaoya subconsciously tried to struggle, wanting to summon heavenly lightning to split the strange gale, but the true essence in her body seemed to be imprisoned, and she could not mobilize it at all. Even the heavenly lightning at her fingertips dimmed.
In just a few breaths, the strange suction force disappeared.
Su Xiaoya staggered to her feet, shook her still dizzy head, and looked around, then froze in shock.
As far as the eye could see, there was a steep cliff.
Below the cliff, it seemed like a bottomless abyss, with black mist churning like raging waves, and faint, mournful howls echoing through the air, sending chills down one's spine.
On the cliff, everything was bare, with only a few withered yellow grasses shivering in the wind, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Before her stood a huge stone tablet, on which were engraved three powerful black characters, written in a vigorous and flowing style, like three black dragons winding across the tablet, exuding an ancient and rustic aura.
Chonghua Temple.
Su Xiaoya frowned, staring at the three large characters, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in her heart, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
However, this was clearly her first time setting foot in the Southern Wilderness, let alone the temple perched on the cliff.
Just then, a torrent of memories, like a flood bursting its banks, suddenly rushed into her mind.
It was a blurry fragment of memory, with the sound of an ancient temple bell, as resounding and powerful as a great bell;
It has the scent of sandalwood, like the fragrance of orchids and musk, which is refreshing and pleasant.
An aged voice whispered in my ear, like a morning bell and evening drum, prompting deep reflection;
There was also a snow-white puppy wagging its tail, as light as a snowflake, rubbing against her ankle.
Those memories, like treasures buried deep in the dust of time, have now been gently unveiled, appearing as clear as if they were relived yesterday.
Su Xiaoya's body trembled slightly. She covered her head, desperately trying to grasp those fragments of memory, trying to see the owner of that old figure, trying to see what that little dog looked like.
But those memories are as slippery as eels; the harder you try to grasp them, the more elusive they become. You can only watch helplessly as they swirl and dissipate in your mind.
"what……"
Su Xiaoya let out a low groan, feeling a splitting headache and her vision going black, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.
Before she could recover, the scenery before her eyes changed once again.
The cliffs, the abyss, the stone tablets—all have vanished.
In its place stands an ancient temple.
The temple gate.
The two vermilion doors were tightly shut, like an insurmountable barrier, separating the outside world from this ancient and mysterious temple.
The vicissitudes of time have caused most of the paint on the door to peel off, like skin weathered by wind and rain, revealing the dark brown wood grain underneath.
These mottled marks bear witness to the passage of time and the changes in the world.
Two once majestic stone lions once stood on either side of the mountain gate, but now they have lost their heads, leaving only half of their bodies standing there alone. Their incomplete bodies exude an endless sense of desolation, as if telling the story of the glory and honor this place once possessed.
Su Xiaoya carefully stepped over the threshold of the mountain gate and entered this realm forgotten by time.
She walked through a weed-infested, desolate courtyard and finally arrived at the front hall of the temple.
The entire temple was deserted, not even a trace of incense could be found; only a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings, inspiring fear.
quiet!
The ultimate silence!
Just as Su Xiaoya was feeling anxious, suddenly, she heard a whooshing sound of wind.
The sound of the wind came through the window frame and then made a sound.
Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other sound in the entire space.
The sound of the wind, like a mournful person softly weeping, added to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere, making people extremely uncomfortable.
Su Xiaoya clenched her fists and looked straight ahead, where she could see a magnificent Mahavira Hall.
However, time is merciless, and the roof of the palace has suffered severe damage, with large areas of tiles broken and exposed, revealing the decaying beam structure inside.
The once solemn and majestic hall now appears dilapidated, as if it could collapse at any moment.
The open temple door, like a gaping maw, swallowed the Buddha statues that once stood there, leaving only an empty lotus throne covered in a thick layer of dust, seemingly mourning its former prosperity.
To the left is a row of flower beds.
These flower beds were not planted with any strange or rare flowers or plants, but were filled with lush and verdant pines and cypresses.
These pines and cypresses grow very straight and tall, with thick and powerful branches that seem to support the entire sky; their leaves are also very lush and dense, like huge and emerald green parasols.
Whenever a gentle breeze blows, these pines and cypresses sway softly, their slender, soft leaves rubbing and colliding with each other, making a crisp and melodious "rustling" sound, as beautiful as a symphony played by nature.
However, this vibrant and bustling scene contrasts sharply with the desolate and lonely atmosphere emanating from the ancient temple, making it seem somewhat out of place.
This makes it even more eerie.
At this moment, Su Xiaoya, who was standing here, was observing every detail of the surrounding environment with complete concentration and extreme caution. Her vigilance had been raised to the highest level.
If this were before she transmigrated, Su Xiaoya knew she would most likely have fainted from fright! Or rather, fainted, woken up, and then fainted again!
Right now, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable all over, a bit irritable, and a bit depressed...
She knew that she had most likely entered some kind of illusion or secret realm again.
Since setting foot on Qingyuan Star, she has formed an indissoluble bond with the secret realms, either on her way to them or challenging them within them.
Over time, she almost got used to it.
"Ugh."
Su Xiaoya sighed helplessly, dusted herself off, and muttered to herself, "It's just a secret realm, I'll just clear the levels! Trying to trap me, Su Xiaoya, won't be that easy!"
She clenched her fists. Although she still couldn't fully mobilize the true energy within her body, the heavenly lightning at her fingertips had regained some of its luster, and the purple-gold currents danced at her fingertips, giving her a sense of confidence.
But just then, a strange sound entered her ears without warning.