Outside of Time

As soon as Lan Yao finished speaking, Feng also looked at Xu Qing.

Although Xu Qing's combat strength was astonishing, he was being stared at by two Soul Accumulation cultivators. Moreover, the captain was still in the other party's hands. Now, his legs were twitching again. This scene…

No matter how one looked at it, he was in a passive situation.

Without saying anything, Xu Qing moved past Lan Yao and sped toward the depths of the pit.

The Grand Mystic Heaven Armor shone brightly on his body. The physical strength of the god erupted and the Ancestral Magus Armor also covered him. There were also nine lanterns surrounding him.

Coupled with his long hair and blue robe, Xu Qing looked truly extraordinary.

At the same time, he waved his hand and a large number of ghost centipedes appeared, scouting ahead of him.

When Lan Yao saw this, her eyes turned bright. Feng's gaze became even gloomier as he looked at the ghost centipedes. However, he didn't say anything in the end.

Just like that, under Xu Qing's lead, the three of them moved deeper into the pit.

Xu Qing's movements weren't slow, nor did he continue to hold back as before, so he was about as fast as Feng and Lan Yao when they cleared the way.

On the way, perhaps it was because Xu Qing's luck was good or maybe it was the intimidating effect of the eight-colored peacock's aura earlier, they didn't encounter any obstacles. After fifteen minutes passed, he finally arrived at the bottom of the deep pit.

This place was also a catacomb.

However, it was a little smaller than the outside world. It was the same for the buildings. There were much fewer of them. Only the nine tall towers were obvious.

They were relatively well-preserved and were engraved with ancient runes and restrictions. One could imagine that at their peak, these rune marks would be shining brightly.

However, now that time had passed and with the invasion of the anomalous substances, there was no longer any spiritual energy in them.

Although there were very few buildings here, the withered roots were even denser and covered the surroundings densely. Regardless of whether it was the ground or the cave walls, the roots were all over.

Even those tall towers were entangled by withered roots.

However, Xu Qing's arrival seemed to have brought the aura of the outside world with him, breaking the calm here and causing some peculiar changes.

The first thing to change was that some of the roots turned into ashes on their own…

The ashes didn't dissipate. Instead, they gathered together under Xu Qing's gaze, forming black children.

These children looked to be only five or six years old and there were hundreds of them. After they appeared, they each lay on the withered roots that hadn't dissipated. Their pitch-black eyes stared at Xu Qing with greed and hunger.

A cold glint flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. After that, rushing sounds rang out from above as Lan Yao and Feng appeared.

The two of them swept their gazes across the surroundings before looking at those strange children. However, they didn't make a move.

Xu Qing naturally understood that they were waiting for him to make a move.

As for the origins of these children… As a native cultivator of the Wanggu, Xu Qing naturally could tell at a glance that they were bizarre entities formed by the invasion of the god's aura and mutation after fusing with spirits.

To others, this bizarre entity was very difficult to deal with and impossible to guard against. However, to Xu Qing, he had killed too many of them.

The most effective way to deal with them was Little Shadow.

However, although Little Shadow's existence had been revealed earlier, it only revealed the ability to possess. It could still be considered completely unknown to Feng and Lan.

As such, Xu Qing didn't want to expose it too early.

Hence, he didn't use Little Shadow. Instead, he got those ghost centipedes to protect him from the sudden attacks from Feng and Lan Yao.

After doing this, he recalled that fleeting greed in Feng's eyes.

He then thought of how Lan Yao and the other party were on guard against each other.

'Although I can't reveal too many of the shadow's abilities so early, but… showcasing some of my abilities here might have other uses…'

As he pondered, Xu Qing took a step forward. The instant he landed, those black children lying on the withered roots suddenly opened their mouths to an exaggerated degree, emitting piercing screams that shook the soul, and lunged fiercely toward Xu Qing.

Almost at the instant they got close, the soul threads in Xu Qing's body spread out. In the blink of an eye, 10 million soul threads shot out and penetrated in all directions with Xu Qing as the center.

They were extremely fast and sharp.

When they shot everywhere, the bizarre entity black children all paused in mid-air.

Every one of them was penetrated by a large number of soul threads, and because the range wasn't large, the soul threads connected in all directions, causing these black children to freeze in the air.

This scene caused Feng's and Lan Yao's gaze to flicker slightly.

These soul threads actually formed a spider web-like shape. Xu Qing was in the center and the hundreds of bizarre entity black children around him were motionless like they were caught in the web.

Soon, as the surrounding walls trembled, those bizarre black children swiftly dissipated into black mist, and then the ten million soul threads slowly retracted and merged into Xu Qing's body.

Xu Qing stood calmly and made way for Feng.

"Your turn."

Feng glanced at Xu Qing and suddenly spoke.

"Those threads of yours are strange. I wonder how they were formed?"

Xu Qing didn't answer but asked.

"Fellow Daoist Feng's five-colored feathers are also quite mystical. I wonder how they were formed?"

Feng frowned.

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

"My answer is also the same."

Xu Qing calmly spoke.

Feng flicked his sleeve and didn't speak anymore. He then headed straight for the fifth tower. He performed a series of hand seals there, as though he was using some secret art.

As for Lan Yao, she flew toward Xu Qing, but didn't get too close. She stood over 100 feet away and diverted her attention to Feng while speaking to Xu Qing.

"Fellow Daoist Flame Mystic, Fellow Daoist Feng's feathers are called the spirits of the True World. It's a special secret technique of the Soul Accumulation Realm but not all Soul Accumulation experts can possess them."

As soon as Lan Yao finished speaking, Feng, who was casting a spell in the distance, let out a low shout.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, why are you so talkative!"

When Lan Yao heard this, her gaze turned cold.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, the secret art of the True World's spirit you used is an inheritance of my Demon Feather Race and not something that belongs to you alone. Why is it that every sentence I say is too much? Fellow Daoist Feng, watch your words!"

Feng fell silent and let out a cold snort, continuing to cast his spell.

However, Lan Yao clearly hated that talkative remark. Her gaze remained cold but she didn't say anything more to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing blinked. He could tell that Lan Yao's actions more or less contained some goodwill.

Hence, he pondered and was about to say something. However, at this moment, the fifth tower where Feng was suddenly rumbled and began to shine with white light.

This light appeared at the top of the tower and flowed like water. After it covered the entire tower, it spread along the withered roots that were wrapped around it.

However, almost all of the roots only flickered a few times after the light flowed in before dimming again. Clearly, they didn't have any vitality and couldn't be stimulated.

However, after one of them flickered, a white line appeared.

This line followed the direction of the root and slowly flowed over, attracting the gazes of the group.

Under their gazes, this white line swam in the many withered roots for a while before dissipating. The roots still looked lifeless.

However, Feng looked excited. He performed another series of hand seals with both hands and activated the inheritance technique. At the next instant, the light of the tall tower shone again and the same scene appeared.

After nine consecutive times, according to the points where the white lines disappeared, Feng Windrun youth raised his hand as though he was calculating.

Xu Qing looked at all of this and contemplated to himself that if what Feng said earlier was true, then his ancestor had put in a lot of effort back then. Moreover, the arrangements could be considered rigorous.

If it was an outsider, it would be very difficult for them to see any clues without knowing the secrets of this place.

While Xu Qing was deep in thought, time flowed by. A long time later, Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the surrounding mud walls and his gaze landed on one place.

"There!"

As soon as Feng completed speaking, he instantly moved toward that wall and pressed with his hand; immediately, the mud wall rumbled and caved in.

There was nothing inside.

However, he wasn't anxious. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the blood came into contact with the sunken mud wall, it instantly shone with blood light, and the soil began to dissipate. However, the process was not swift, indicating some difficulty.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, I'm only half-blood Liaoxuan. My bloodline power can't satisfy the ancestor's requirements. Why aren't you taking out the blood banner I gave you!"

"Those races I sacrificed are all inferior races with the Liaoxuan bloodline in their bodies. With about 20 million lingering bloodline power as nourishment, they can stimulate my bloodline and activate this restriction!"

When Xu Qing heard this, he finally understood the use of the blood sacrifice. It was just that he didn't expect that the other party would sacrifice people of the same race.

However, in the other party's heart, those races that were sacrificed were no different from livestock.

Lan Yao seemed to have already guessed some of it, so she wasn't too surprised at the moment. After taking out the blood banner, she glanced at Feng and cast a spell to activate it, and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Feng is indeed an extraordinary person. You decisively sacrificed 20 million people of your bloodline, you will definitely soar to great heights."

Lan Yao was clearly still a little dissatisfied with the word 'talkative' earlier, so she didn't lose the chance to mock Feng.

As she spoke, the blood banner in her hand rumbled and the blood fog containing countless souls flew out in unison, heading straight for Feng.

When Feng heard her, a cold glint emerged in his eyes. However, he held it in and raised his hand to grab. Immediately, the blood fog and souls that surged over spread throughout his body. After that, he cast a spell. His body quivered and he actually absorbed all the blood fog and souls.

At the next moment, the wings on his back disappeared and the third eye on his forehead also disappeared. He no longer eyed like a member of the Demon Feather Race. Instead, as his body squirmed, a second head grew out of his neck!

The Liaoxuan lineage had two heads!

After doing this, Feng took a deep breath and spat out another mouthful of blood at the mud wall. The melting there that was originally a little stagnant instantly increased in speed.

In just over ten breaths of time, a ten-foot-wide tunnel was revealed!

When Lan Yao spotted this, her expression finally became excited. It was the same for Feng. The two of them were about to rush over when a sudden change occurred!