Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1941 Eyes
Although the stone pillars looked eerie, the horde of monsters behind them was even more troublesome; they couldn't be killed by fighting them, nor could they be shaken off.

Therefore, the group dared not stop and rushed straight into the stone pillar forest, only stopping when they were sure that the ghostly group had not followed.

The Nether Phoenix's fiery shield dissipated, and Liu Qinghuan quietly withdrew her magic.

The others, having lost their magic, naturally didn't realize that it was entirely thanks to his spatial barrier that most of the monsters were kept out of the Flame Shield.

"Finally, we've shaken them off!" Li Shan jumped off the phoenix's back to the ground, looked back at the gloomy sky, and looked on with lingering fear.

He glanced again at the sword in his hand, which was shrouded in thick black energy. The once smooth and shiny blade was now corroded and pitted, severely damaged. He couldn't help but show a look of heartache.

"Brother Liu, we'll need your spirit pet to help dispel the foul air!"

Liu Qinghuan nodded, supporting Song Feng as she asked, "How are you?"

Matsukaze's shoulder wound looked more serious than before; the exposed flesh was blackish-purple and showed signs of rotting.

Songfeng's face also seemed to be covered with a faint deathly aura. The others hadn't noticed before because they were busy dealing with the ghosts, but they were all startled when they saw him like this and rushed forward to check on him.

"I'm fine!" Songfeng said, "It's just a small wound. As long as my magic power recovers, it will heal quickly..."

"Isn't that obvious? If we had magic power, this filth wouldn't be a problem. The problem is that we don't know when our magic power will be restored!"

Tiannu threw his corroded meteor hammer to the ground, his brow furrowed with seriousness.

I knew those strange creatures possessed powerful corrupting energy, but I never imagined it would be this strong. It corrupted both magical artifacts and the physical body. No wonder so few cultivators who accidentally fell into the black mist tide were able to escape.

However, Song Feng wasn't too nervous. He took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

"Don't worry, I can save myself!"

Seeing that his complexion had visibly improved, the crowd stopped talking and looked around.

Liu Qinghuan raised the firefly lantern high, and its shimmering white light pierced through the mist, landing on the stone pillar in front of her.

The stone pillar was about two people tall, with several protrusions and indentations at the top forming indistinct facial features.

There's something odd about the eyes; there are three rows, one above the other, packed tightly together.

At this moment, these eight eyes of different sizes seemed to be looking down at them.

Liu Qinghuan casually picked up a pebble from the ground, and with a whoosh, the immense force immediately created a small hole in the stone pillar.

Black blood slowly flowed down from the small hole.

The others' gazes sharpened slightly. Li Shan asked, "Is this thing alive?"

Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly: "Anyway, it's not dead."

"Then whatever we do is right under their noses, isn't it?"

Li Shan swung his sword, striking the stone pillar and slicing off several pieces of stone, but no more blood flowed out.

"This is really too strange! There are so many pillars around, we can't possibly blind them all by poking them out one by one."

The group looked around, where black mist and stone pillars appeared and disappeared, and a vague sense of being watched lingered over them.

Li Shan sheathed his sword: "I am very curious about what exactly happened on Penglai Island back then, and why such a strange thing appeared."

“It’s more likely that something was done by later generations!” Song Feng said. “For example, that Old Ancestor Xing Nie was clearly preventing outsiders from going up the Five-Colored Stone Mountain.”

"They're probably afraid we'll hollow out the Five-Colored Divine Stone," Li Shan laughed. "But we're in the fog now, so we can't see the mountain. How are we going to find our way?"

“Even if we can see the mountain’s silhouette, we’re probably not heading in the right direction,” Songfeng said.

Liu Qinghuan looked up at the sky, where a thick black fog obscured everything, thinning only slightly near the ground. At that moment, Song Feng took out a round bead, about the size of a fist, its translucent crystal sparkling with starlight.

"What is this?" Li Shan asked.

"It's similar to a compass, but it's used to sense spatial fluctuations. It can be used without magic power and is extremely sensitive."

The pine breeze lifted the bead, and its crystalline light began to shimmer incessantly. Tiny specks of light moved within the bead, gradually converging to one side.

"The spatial fluctuations here are very chaotic, but the strongest one should be coming from the Five-Colored Stone Mountain?"

"Let's go take a look over there!" Li Shan decided, and took the lead.

Liu Qinghuan hesitated slightly, but having no other choice, she followed.

Youxuan shrank in size and landed on his shoulder.

The group moved among the stone pillars, the surroundings deathly silent except for the clear sound of their footsteps.

Soon, the group was blocked by a ravine.

Li Shan leaned in to look inside: "Slash marks?"

The ravine was deep, but only a few feet wide, with smooth, straight walls on both sides, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom.

“There are more over there,” Liu Qinghuan reminded her, “but they’re not all cut marks; they’re crisscrossed, and look a lot like…”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a sharp whooshing sound, and he quickly looked up, his pupils dilating instantly!
A black axe suddenly cleaved through the thick fog and swung down towards the group!

"Get out of the way!"

The roar of the wrathful heavens was deafening. Liu Qinghuan leaped forward and heard a loud bang behind her, with earth and stones flying everywhere.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and her heart sank slightly.

The black axe was huge and heavy, deeply embedded in the earth. Its long handle was still trembling, gradually blurring and dissipating into black mist.

"Ptooey! Are you alright?" Li Shan's shout came from not far to the left, but the tone changed halfway through: "Again!"

This time, however, it was two axes that flew through the sky at incredible speed before crashing down heavily.

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she spread her legs and leaned forward.

This was his stance, ready to receive the attack. This time, he didn't intend to dodge. The back of his hand faintly glowed with dark gold as he threw a punch at the rapidly approaching sharp axe blade!
With an aura that can swallow mountains and rivers and strength that can overwhelm the world, he alone is worth a million soldiers!

The ground trembled violently, dust billowed up, and the black axe exploded into a cloud of mist.

Liu Qinghuan shook his hand, his sharp gaze piercing through the thick fog, and he could vaguely see a huge black shadow that seemed to be half a sky high, with several arms outstretched and raised.

Four mist axes reappeared, faster and twice the size of the previous ones, each slashing down at the four people below.

Liu Qinghuan had already figured out the general idea, so there was no need to take it head-on. He strode forward, and the giant axe behind him made the ground shake violently as it cleaved.

But before he could catch his breath, the whooshing sound above him rose again, and a dark shadow flew rapidly toward him.

Liu Qinghuan rolled on the spot, and with a loud "clang", a halberd several meters tall was deeply stuck in the ground. The halberd swayed and left afterimages before slowly turning into mist.

Next, all sorts of weapons rained down from the sky, one after another, leaving no time to catch one's breath.

Liu Qinghuan could no longer see the other two figures; only Song Feng remained in sight, though they were not close to each other.

Black mist surged in, and Liu Qinghuan stood alone on the wasteland, surrounded by towering stone pillars.

He stepped onto the phoenix's back and pointed to the sky: "Go up!"