Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

At this moment, the golden light in Bai Ling'er's eyes had disappeared, and the low hum of the dragon soul had also disappeared. She seemed to have returned to her previous weak state, and even because of the excitement just now, her face was a little paler than before. She rubbed her forehead and looked at Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan'er in a daze: "Just now... just now... I seem to..."

She felt as if she had done something remarkable, but she couldn't tell what it was exactly. She just felt as if something deep in her soul was touched, and then the terrifying big guy disappeared.

Luo Qingchen walked to her side and supported her shaky body, his heart full of doubt and inquiry. The remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon...seems to be real. However, this power does not seem to be controlled by Bai Ling'er. It will only be passively activated when she is in extreme danger or has drastic emotional fluctuations. Is this good or bad?

He looked at Bai Ling'er's clear and confused eyes and decided not to point it out for the time being. Some things might not be too late to slowly explore after leaving this Netherworld and finding an absolutely safe place.

"You did a good job just now." Luo Qingchen just said gently, "We joined forces to repel the enemy."

He looked around. Although he had repelled the soul shadow, the danger here was not over. The escaped gravekeeper was like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any time. Moreover, the battle just now was quite noisy, and there was no guarantee that it would not attract other more powerful Nine Nether creatures.

"We have to leave here as soon as possible and find a place to recover." Luo Qingchen said in a deep voice. He took out the leaf of Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass again and carefully placed it on Bailing'er's forehead. The gentle energy poured in again, alleviating her weakness.

The four of them did not dare to stay where they were. After a brief identification, they continued to move forward in the southwest direction they had chosen before. This time, they were more cautious and their speed was much slower.

The night seemed to grow darker.

The biting cold wind seemed to never stop, carrying the dead silence and coldness unique to the Gobi Desert, blowing across the tired bodies of Luo Qingchen and the other three. They had been running for nearly an hour since they rushed out of the suffocating ghost fog. There was no sign of the ghost chasing them, but the bone-deep chill and lingering sense of crisis were always with them.

“No… I can’t… I can’t run anymore…” Su Xiaowan collapsed first, sitting down on the cold gravel, her hands on her knees, gasping for breath, her face purple from the cold, her lips a little chapped, “Senior Brother Luo, let’s take a break… Just a little while… I feel like my legs are not my own. If I keep running, they’ll run away from home…”

She panted heavily and looked at Luo Qingchen pitifully, tears almost coming out. This time she was really exhausted, and she only had the energy to complain and could only groan.

Lin Wan'er was in a slightly better condition, but her face was also quite pale, and her spiritual energy was greatly depleted. She walked to Su Xiaowan and patted her back gently, but looked at Luo Qingchen with a questioning look. The continuous fierce fighting and running away consumed a lot of energy for everyone, especially the mental tension, which made people exhausted.

Bai Ling'er was half supported and half embraced by Luo Qingchen, and her consciousness became much clearer. The leaf of the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass between her eyebrows continued to emit warm energy, repairing her injured soul and body. However, the brief and unfamiliar sound of the dragon soul seemed to have overdrawn her already limited strength. At this moment, her whole body was weak and it was difficult for her to even stand. She could feel the stable power coming from Luo Qingchen's arm, and her heart was full of gratitude and guilt.

Luo Qingchen stopped and looked around sharply. This desert was more desolate than the place where he encountered the fog before. There were fewer jagged rocks, replaced by endless gray-black gravel and occasional low mounds that seemed to have been gnawed by something. The evil aura in the air was even stronger, and even had a faint smell of decay.

He knew that Su Xiaowan was not pretending, Lin Wan'er also needed to regulate her breathing, and Bai Ling'er was in urgent need of stable recovery. Although he could recover quickly with the help of the Chaos Art, maintaining the Chaos Shield to protect everyone, as well as the consumption of the previous battle, was not without cost.

"It's too dangerous to rest here." Luo Qingchen's voice was a little hoarse, and the power of chaos was quietly running. The perception spread to the surroundings, carefully exploring any possible threats, "There seems to be something... different ahead, let's go over there and take a look."

In his perception, about a few miles in front of them on the left, the energy fluctuations seemed to be a little disordered, and the evil aura was not as dead and uniform as it was here. Instead, it faintly revealed a sense of...breakage and destruction.

"Ah? Still want to go?" Su Xiaowan wailed, but seeing Luo Qingchen's unquestionable eyes and Lin Wan'er's outstretched hand, she could only purse her lips, use the force to stand up, and keep up with heavy steps.

The four of them trudged for a while, and finally some vague outlines appeared at the end of their vision. They were not naturally formed hills or strange rocks, but some scattered, mostly collapsed... architectural ruins.

The walls made of black boulders were already in ruins, broken stone pillars were crookedly inserted in the gravel, weathered stone carvings were blurred, and some ancient and strange totems could be vaguely seen. An even more desolate and dead atmosphere permeated from the ruins, as if telling a forgotten and ominous history.

"Has anyone lived here before?" Su Xiaowan widened her eyes with curiosity, temporarily forgetting her tiredness.

"Be careful." Luo Qingchen warned, his expression becoming more serious. This kind of place is often more dangerous than the empty Gobi Desert. No one knows whether there are any restrictions, traps, or... something lurking in these ruins.

They approached cautiously and chose a relatively intact corner of a broken wall that was sheltered from the wind as a temporary resting place. The broken wall was very high and could effectively block the cold wind. The surrounding rubble also formed a certain natural barrier.

Luo Qingchen did not rest immediately, but carefully checked the surrounding environment, and after confirming that there were no obvious signs of traps, he let the others sit down. He walked to the edge of the corner, and the power of chaos spread silently like water waves, covering this small area, which was both a warning and isolated from some of the cold air.

Lin Wan'er took out some clean cloths and medicine, wanting to help Luo Qingchen deal with some minor wounds that might have been left in the previous battle, but he waved his hand to refuse. "I'm fine, the power of chaos will heal itself. Take good care of Bailing'er, and regulate your breathing as soon as possible." Lin Wan'er looked at him. His robe was indeed a little damaged, stained with dust and unknown stains, but it seemed that there was really no obvious external injury. She nodded, no longer insisted, walked to Bailing'er, and whispered about her condition. At the same time, she tried to mobilize the vitality of the Linglong grass in her body, carefully guiding a strand of it through her palm, slowly passing it into Bailing'er's body, helping her sort out the disordered breath.

Bai Ling'er felt a warm and comfortable force flowing into her body, dispelling a lot of the coldness and fatigue. She smiled gratefully at Lin Wan'er. Her smile was still weak, but much more sincere. "Thank you, Sister Lin."

She closed her eyes and tried to feel the changes in her body. The leaves of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass were like a gentle source of energy, constantly repairing her essence, and the vitality that Lin Wan'er brought in was like a catalyst, accelerating the process. She could vaguely feel that deep in her soul, there seemed to be an extremely huge and ancient power hidden, but that power was like being sealed by layers of shackles, and only in extremely special circumstances would it leak out a trace of breath. The unconscious sound of the dragon soul just now seemed to have touched a corner of that power.

"I...did I just do that again..." Bai Ling'er hesitated and looked at Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan'er, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible fear. She didn't understand what was happening to her, and the uncontrollable power made her feel strange and uneasy.

Luo Qingchen came over and sat down beside her, his eyes gentle but inquiring: "What do you feel?"

Bai Ling'er shook her head: "I can't explain it... I just felt like I was very angry... Then, my head buzzed... I don't remember much about what happened afterwards. Did I... cause you trouble again?" She lowered her head, her voice filled with frustration. If it weren't for her, everyone might not have been targeted by the terrifying Soul Shadow Leader.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luo Qingchen reached out and rubbed her head, his movements were natural and soothing, "You are not a problem. If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get away so easily. The Soul Shadow leader is very strong, and seems to be particularly afraid of your... aura."

He did not explicitly say "dragon soul" or "ancestor dragon", but only used the vague word "breath".

Lin Wan'er also spoke at the right time, her voice soft, "Sister Bai Ling'er, you don't have to think too much, the most important thing is to recover well. We are a whole, and we should help each other." She looked at Bai Ling'er, her heart full of curiosity. That majestic and vast power is definitely not something that ordinary dragons can possess. Bai Ling'er's origins are probably far more shocking than they imagined.

"Yes, yes!" Su Xiaowan came closer. She had already taken a breath, and curiosity got the better of her. "Sister Bailing'er, that 'hum' you did just now was so cool! That big black guy was so scared by your glare, no, 'hum', that he pissed and shit himself, and turned directly into ashes! Is it a long-lost skill of your dragon clan? What's it called? 'Dragon's Contempt'? Or 'Whoever you glare at gets pregnant'... uh, no, it should be 'Whoever you glare at gets exploded'?"

"Xiao Wan!" Lin Wan'er glared at Su Xiaowan in a reproachful manner, interrupting her increasingly outrageous speculations, "Don't talk nonsense, you're scaring Sister Bai Ling'er."

Su Xiaowan stuck out her tongue and made a face, but still kept her mouth shut. However, her big, rolling eyes were still filled with infinite curiosity about Bailing'er's "superpowers".

Bai Ling'er was a little embarrassed by Su Xiaowan's teasing, her cheeks were slightly red, and the tension in her heart dissipated a lot. She shook her head gently: "I... I don't know what that is..."

Luo Qingchen watched them interacting, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He patted Bai Ling'er on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. This may be the power hidden in your blood. It's a good thing. When you recover completely, we will study it slowly. Now, just relax and regulate your breathing."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the edge of the broken wall again, looking deep into the ruins. Although he was temporarily safe, he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness in this ruin. Those broken stone totems were rough and ancient in style, with a wild and bloodthirsty atmosphere, which was completely different from the style of any sect or race he knew. What happened here in the distant past?
He exerted the power of chaos to the extreme, and his perception was like a fine spider web, penetrating into the surrounding environment bit by bit. The evil spirit was still strong, but under the ruins, there seemed to be some other energy residue mixed in. It was very weak, almost imperceptible, like the afterglow of some ancient formation, or like... the mark left by some powerful existence.

Lin Wan'er and Bai Ling'er both entered a state of breathing regulation. The power of the leaves of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass and the mark of the Linglong Grass flowed slowly in their bodies, repairing their wounds and restoring their consumption.

Su Xiaowan, however, was a person who could not sit still. Asking her to sit still and regulate her breathing was more painful than killing her. After resting for a while, she felt her strength had recovered. She could not help but look around in the small corner where they were, and her little hands were still touching the broken wall next to her.

"Hey, look at this stone, it's so strange." Su Xiaowan suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, pointing to an inconspicuous stone at the bottom of the broken wall.

The stone was half buried in the gravel, and its surface was covered with traces of weathering, but if you looked closely, it seemed to be engraved with some finer and more complex patterns than those on the wall. These patterns were not totems, but more like a kind of...text? Or, in other words, an extremely ancient rune.

Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan'er (she was not completely immersed in regulating her breathing, and remained alert) looked over when they heard the sound.

Luo Qingchen walked forward, squatted down, and carefully observed the stone. His fingers brushed over the lines, and they felt cold and had a strange texture. The power of chaos penetrated through his fingertips, and he immediately felt a weak but extremely obscure energy fluctuation full of annihilation and reincarnation coming from the depths of the lines.

This fluctuation... is slightly similar to the aura of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, but it is older, more majestic, and also more... cold.

"Is this... some kind of sacrificial rune?" Lin Wan'er also came over, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She was born in the Tianyuan Sect and had dabbled in various ancient relics and runes, but she had never seen a rune of this style before. It exuded a meaning that was completely opposite to vitality and led all things to an end.

"It doesn't look like an ordinary sacrificial rune." Luo Qingchen shook his head, his eyes becoming deep, "It's more like a kind of... coordinates, or... a key." (End of this chapter)