A World Worth Protecting

or a second trip!” Wang Baole’s eyes shone with a crazy light.
Having made up his mind, he stared at the final hexed area before him, said his piece, then marched forward.

Kong Dao followed him excitedly.
Zhao Yameng’s heart was racing just as quickly as his.
However, she managed to maintain her composure.
She took a few steps forward, then suddenly eyed the hexed area they were headed towards.
Her brow creased slightly, and she suddenly said, “Baole, wait!”

Wang Baole stopped in his tracks almost as soon as Zhao Yameng spoke.
The relief that he had been feeling the entire time because everything had gone so smoothly vanished that instant.
It was replaced with wariness and solemnity.

Kong Dao adjusted his mental state quickly too.
He activated his cultivation and scanned his surroundings instinctively.
The three of them glanced at one another, then turned and stared ahead, looking at the hexed area that was to be their last.

The area didn’t look any different from the rest, with hexes scattered around the mountain ruins.
What was different was the burial mound in front of the mountain!

Atop the burial mound was half a slab of tombstone.
It was missing a huge chunk, and the words on it were unclear.
Cracks lined the sides of the burial mound.
The smallest cracks were the width of fingers, and the biggest wide enough for a full-grown man to slip through.

Waves of green mist seeped out from the cracks gradually.
They didn’t travel far.
Instead, they surrounded the burial mound, spreading outward before they were sucked back into the cracks.
It was as if the cracks were huge mouths, breathing in and out!

The hexes weren’t what gave off dangerous vibes to Wang Baole and Zhao Yameng… it was the green mist escaping from the burial mound!

“Something’s not right with this place…” Wang Baole narrowed his eyes.
He tried taking a few steps forward.
The hexes instantly stopped working, and a door appeared before him.
Wang Baole stood outside the door and didn’t take a single step forward.
This had happened in other hexed areas as well.
This time though, there was a strange aura that hadn’t been present in the other hexed areas.
It was infused in the air around Wang Baole, and he could sense it clearly.
His proficiency in Dharmic Armaments told him that this aura was similar to that of a Divine Armament!

Wang Baole’s breathing quickened.
He lifted his right hand suddenly, and a seventh-grade flying sword dashed out and charged at the burial mound surrounded by green mist.

The flying sword’s speed fell as it approached the burial mound and gradually slowed to a standstill in mid-air.
It began to transform right before their eyes.
It turned green rapidly.
Patterns like that of a tree’s growth rings appeared on it.
The entire process took less than the span of ten breaths.
What had initially been a flying sword made of metal fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Baole’s connection with the sword broke at that instant.
It was as if the link between them had been wiped out.
The god within the sword had vanished as well.
The power imbued in the sword had disappeared as if it had transformed into an ordinary sword!

The most important thing was the sound the sword made as it fell to the ground!

“Its structure has been changed!” Kong Dao sucked in his breath and said suddenly.
Zhao Yameng realized what had happened as well.
The sound that the sword had made when falling to the ground wasn’t of something made from metal, but of something made from wood!

Wang Baole’s face was dark.
He felt that even more clearly than the others.
He was having second thoughts about this place, but he was having a hard time giving up as well.

Perhaps the sound of the wooden sword falling to the ground stirred something awake.
Heavy breathing began to rise from the burial mound.

“Phew… phew… phew…”

It didn’t resemble the breathing of an ordinary human but that of a wild beast.
A strong sense of danger erupted inside the trio’s heads instantly.
There was no hesitation.
They fell back immediately.

Countless howls echoed in their heads as they retreated.
It felt like the crazed and pained cries of countless people.
They sounded extremely real.
The aural shock wave forced the three to retreat further.
Blood spilled from their lips, and Wang Baole especially spat out at least seven mouthfuls of blood.
They struggled to escape and only managed to catch their breath after retreating a distance away.

“The greater one’s cultivation, the stronger the impact!” Zhao Yameng wiped the blood from her lips.
She eyed the distant burial mound as she recovered from her fright, then turned towards the pale-faced Wang Baole.

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