Chapter 13121 I'm Looking for Someone

Chapter 13121 I'm Looking for Someone
"Sir, the key has been safely handed over to Ling Xiao." The black-armored warrior stood tall in front of the Palace Master, bowed and reported, with a hint of barely perceptible worry in his voice, "However, the road to Huangquan Bulao Mountain is extremely dangerous. Even for him, it is unknown whether he can return safely."

The Lord of the Mansion sat upright on the main seat, his face as calm as water, but his eyes revealed his deep trust in his son.

"I have always trusted my son's vision." He spoke slowly, his tone full of confidence and expectation, "The person he admires must have outstanding qualities. Since we have done our best to help him and delivered the key, the rest of the journey will depend on his own luck."

Hearing this, the black-armored warrior frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he just reminded in a deep voice: "Sir, according to reliable information, more than 20 Tianhe Realm masters have shown a strong interest in Ling Xiao. They are following him openly or secretly, and their intentions are unclear. Ling Xiao's journey is undoubtedly a road full of thorns."

"Let's wait and see, maybe he will give us a surprise." The voice of the Lord of the Mansion echoed in the spacious hall, carrying with it a subtle hint of expectation and trust.

His words fell lightly, but they struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, stirring up ripples. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he had penetrated the barrier of time and foreseen some unknown turning point.

"Our most important task now is to keep a close eye on the Soul Clan's every move." Fu Zun's tone turned solemn, and every word sounded as powerful as the sound of a piece of metal falling to the ground.

He stood up, with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

"The Soul Clan's desire for the Demon Suppression Mansion has long been obvious. Their ambition is like a greedy beast, always ready to devour everything. We must always remain vigilant and never slack off."

At this point, a hint of worry flashed across Fu Zun's eyes, but more of it was firmness and determination.

"Once the Soul Clan enters the Demon Suppression Mansion, it will be an unimaginable disaster. Lives will be lost, blood will flow like a river, and the world will once again fall into endless war and chaos. This is something we cannot tolerate, and we must do our utmost to stop it."

The black-armored warrior was shocked when he heard this, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew the heavy responsibility he shouldered, and also understood the weight of the words of the Palace Master.

"Yes!" He responded firmly, his voice loud and full of strength and determination. He bowed and then slowly retreated, each step seemed so firm and resolute, as if he was ready to meet any upcoming challenges.

With the departure of the black-armored warrior, the hall returned to peace again. But beneath this peace, there was an undercurrent. The palace master's eyes were still staring into the distance, as if he was thinking about a more far-reaching layout and plan.

He knows that the road ahead is still long, and challenges and crises will follow one after another. But he believes that as long as they are united, nothing can stop them from moving forward.

On the other side, Ling Xiao stepped into Huangquan Bulao Mountain alone. This mysterious and independent little world seemed to be a secret place specially carved by nature. Only the key containing strange power could open the portal to this place.

The moment he stepped into this world, Ling Xiao felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

All around are endless mountains, standing in an almost primitive posture, gloomy and desolate, revealing an indescribable antiquity and vicissitudes.

These mountains seem to be the backbone of the earth, occupying every corner of this small world with an attitude of looking down on everything.

There was a cold and heavy atmosphere in the air, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult.

This breath is like the breath of death escaping from the underworld and hell, and also like the dust of time left over from ancient times, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but the chill was like a maggot attached to his bones, tightly entangling him and making it difficult to get rid of it.

At the foot of the mountain, the scene was even more shocking. Bones piled up like a mountain, either scattered or neatly arranged, telling of the tragedy and sadness of the past.

In this dead and silent place, the ghosts seemed to have not found rest. They wandered in the air, making bursts of mournful wails. The sound was so penetrating that it struck the softest part of people's hearts, making people tremble.

Even Ling Xiao, who was extremely brave, could not help but secretly clench his fists to resist the fear from the depths of his soul.

The light in the entire small world was extremely dim, and the sky seemed to be covered by a thick layer of yellow gauze, making it always in a dim and hazy state. This kind of light not only blocked people's vision, but also added a bit of depression and uneasiness.

Whenever the breeze blows, it brings not only the rustling of leaves, but also whispers and wails that seem to come from the underworld. They interweave together to form a creepy piece of death music.

Ling Xiao looked around, feeling mixed emotions. He knew that this journey was extremely dangerous, but for the persistence and faith in his heart, he had to move forward bravely. He clenched his fists and looked firmly at the highest mountain in front of him - there, perhaps, was the end of his journey.

Ling Xiao's brows were furrowed, and his deep eyes flashed with vigilance and doubt. He looked around, and every inch of the land in Huangquan Bulao Mountain revealed an unusual atmosphere, as if every inch of the air contained an ancient and mysterious power.

His intuition told him that this was by no means a good place, and that it was filled with unknown secrets and dangers.

He took a deep breath and decided to adopt a more cautious strategy. Ling Xiao knew that it was not a wise move to force his way in, so he decided to treat them with courtesy first, hoping to achieve his goal in a peaceful way.

He slowly raised his hands, waved them lightly, and bowed. This action was both a respect for the unknown existence and a sign that he had no ill intentions.

"My name is Ling Xiao, and I have come to the place of the Undying Man in the Underworld to look for someone. I beg the senior or the guardian spirit to help me meet him." His voice was clear and loud, penetrating the silence around him, with a hint of firmness that could not be refused, but more of sincerity and pleading.

"roll!"

However, what responded to him was not the peace or curiosity he had imagined, but a sudden roar. The sound echoed in the valley like thunder, full of an unquestionable sense of oppression, as if it would crush into dust anything that dared to invade this place.

There was no trace of reason or negotiation in this loud shout, only naked rejection and threat.

Ling Xiao's face darkened slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, which was a kind of anger after being provoked, and also a persistence in his decision.