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

As Luo Qingchen continued to use the power of chaos to simulate the energy of the stars and light up the empty grooves one by one, the rune light in the center of the altar became brighter and brighter, and the humming sound became louder and louder! The entire altar seemed to come alive, and the powerful space energy gathered and compressed in the center, forming a constantly rotating space vortex emitting colorful light!
When Luo Qingchen walked to the last groove and prepared to inject the power of chaos, his body was already shaky, the power of chaos was almost exhausted, and his vision was blackening.

“Senior Brother Luo!” Lin Wan’er hurried forward to support him, and asked worriedly, “Can you still hold on?”

"It's okay...it's the last step!" Luo Qingchen gritted his teeth, mixed the last bit of chaotic power with a trace of burning divine consciousness, and injected it fiercely into the twelfth groove!

Buzz——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The last groove was lit up! Twelve beams of light shot up into the sky, connecting violently with the spatial energy gathered in the center of the altar!
The entire underground palace shook violently! In the center of the altar, the colorful space vortex was completely formed, bursting out with dazzling light and unimaginable strong suction! A stable and clear space channel appeared in front of them!

"The teleportation array... has been activated!" Su Xiaowan shouted excitedly.

"Hurry up!" Luo Qingchen used up his last bit of strength to push Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan.

Lin Wan'er no longer hesitated, picked up Bailing'er, pulled Su Xiaowan, and was the first to rush towards the colorful space passage!

Just as their figures were about to disappear into the passage—

“Gu——hehehehe——!!!”

A scream filled with malice and madness suddenly came from the shadows deep in the hall!

The grey-robed figure that disappeared unexpectedly came back! And this time, it was not just one person! Behind it, there were several shadowy figures that were also shriveled and exuded a cold and evil aura! Their speed was extremely fast, like an arrow shot from a bow, aiming directly at Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan who were about to enter the passage!

What made Luo Qingchen's scalp tingle was that he felt that the goal of these ghostly shadows seemed not just to stop them from leaving, but... the space channel that had just been opened! They wanted to rush in!

“Don’t even think about it!” Luo Qingchen’s eyes were bloodshot. He didn’t know what would happen if these ghost things entered the transmission channel, but he must not let them succeed!
He turned around suddenly, using up his last bit of strength to throw the Black Dragon Sword in his hand hard!
The Black Dragon Sword turned into a stream of light, carrying Luo Qingchen's remaining will and chaotic power, like a black lightning, it came first and shot accurately at the gray-robed ghost figure rushing in the front!
At the same time, he yelled at Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan, who were already halfway into the passage: "Go! Don't look back!!"

puff!

The Black Dragon Sword pierced through the chest of the gray-robed ghost without any hindrance! However, the ghost just froze for a moment, and let out an even more shrill scream. He ignored the long sword that pierced his chest and still rushed madly towards the space channel! Its claws were only a few inches away from the entrance of the channel!

And the other strange shadows are already within sight!

Luo Qingchen’s eyes went dark, his body could no longer hold on, and he fell towards the altar.

Could it be... that all efforts were in vain after all?
At this moment of despair, something strange happened again!
Bai Ling'er, who had been held in Lin Wan'er's arms and was about to enter the passage completely, seemed to be stimulated by the strong evil aura of those ghostly shadows and Luo Qingchen's last roar, and her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

The dim leaf of Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass between her eyebrows once again burst out with a faint but extremely pure golden light!
At the same time, a dragon aura that was clearer and more majestic than before in the swamp suddenly spread from her small body like an invisible shock wave!
Ouch——! ! !
A dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient times and was full of supreme majesty, although extremely weak, echoed clearly throughout the underground palace!

The gray-robed ghosts that rushed madly towards the space channel frantically, as soon as they heard the dragon's roar and felt the dragon's might, they froze in place as if they were cast into a spell! Their scarlet eyes were instantly filled with boundless fear! Their bodies trembled violently, as if they had encountered the most terrifying natural enemy in the world!

The ghost figure who was rushing in the front with the Black Dragon Sword stuck in his chest let out a desperate wail, and his body was like a piece of dry firewood that was lit, burning with pale flames from the inside out, and turned into ashes in an instant!

The other ghostly shadows were also terrified and retreated like a tide, scrambling to escape back into the shadows deep in the hall, never daring to get close to the altar again!
The dragon's might flashed by and disappeared, and the dragon's roar also disappeared without a trace.

The golden light between Bailing'er's eyebrows disappeared again, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan also entered the colorful space channel in a flash. The light in the channel flashed suddenly, then began to shrink and fade.

Luo Qingchen, who was lying on the altar, saw this scene before his consciousness became completely blurred, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally... I sent him away..."

Then, everything before his eyes fell into complete darkness.

The Black Dragon Sword lost the support of its owner and fell from mid-air, landing on the edge of the altar with a clang.

The light of the teleportation channel disappeared completely, and the runes on the altar quickly dimmed, leaving only the five fragments of the star map still emitting faint light.

The entire underground ancient temple returned to dead silence again. Only the scattered ashes and the suppressed, fearful gasps coming from the shadows in the distance proved what had just happened.

Luo Qingchen regained some consciousness in the cold and severe pain. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The sequelae of the exhaustion of the power of chaos swept through his limbs like a tide, and every breath caused a tearing pain.

Where is he...?

The fragments of memory were like broken glass, slowly pieced together. The altar, the teleportation array, Lin Wan'er, Su Xiaowan, Bai Ling'er... and those ferocious grey-robed ghosts, and finally, the fleeting golden dragon pattern on Bai Ling'er's forehead and the dragon roar that shocked everything.

They... should have left safely, right?

This thought made him feel a little relieved and gave him a little strength. He struggled to mobilize the last bit of his remaining spiritual consciousness and sensed his surroundings.

Cold, dead silent, filled with the smell of decay and sand.

It’s the ancient underground temple.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the cold stone surface of the altar and the Black Dragon Sword with a dull blade lying quietly in the sand not far away.

"Cough cough..." He coughed violently, and every cough made his internal organs seem to shift.

"Gu... gu..."

From the shadows, the creepy sound came again, with a hint of hesitation and temptation.

Luo Qingchen's heart trembled. Those ghostly shadows were still there! Moreover, they seemed to have sensed his weakness.

He struggled to sit up, but found that his body was limp and he could not exert any strength. The source of chaos was almost dry, and his meridians were empty, making it difficult to gather even the most basic spiritual power.

"Gugu...Jie..."

Several gray-black shadows swayed in the shadows of the stone pillars in the distance, and their scarlet eyes were like will-o'-the-wisp fire, greedily and fearfully staring at Luo Qingchen on the altar, as well as... the Black Dragon Sword beside him, and the few fragments that still emitted a faint starlight. They were afraid.

Luo Qingchen understood instantly. They were not only afraid of the dragon might that Bai Ling'er had exploded before, but also probably of the black dragon sword that had drunk the "blood" of their kind, and these fragments that contained pure star power.

Don't show weakness!

Luo Qingchen gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and moved his body little by little, crawling towards the direction of the Black Dragon Sword. Every inch he moved was like being cut by a blunt knife, and cold sweat instantly soaked his tattered clothes.

Those ghostly shadows seemed to see through his intention and made low "cuckoo" growls anxiously, but still did not dare to move forward.

Finally, his fingertips touched the cold hilt of the sword.

A familiar sense of connection came over him, and the Black Dragon Sword seemed to sense the call of its master, making a barely perceptible low hum. Luo Qingchen's heart was shaken, and he suddenly gripped the hilt of the sword, using the sword to support himself, and stood up shakily.

Although he was extremely weak, he held the sword in his hand and his eyes became sharp as a knife again. He glanced coldly at the ghosts who were ready to move, and the last bit of divine power in his body penetrated his body and turned into an invisible pressure.

"roll!"

A low shout, hoarse but full of unquestionable determination.

When those strange shadows were swept by his gaze and felt the weak but pure murderous will, they immediately let out a terrified scream like frightened rabbits, and shrank back into the deeper darkness, never daring to show their heads again.

It's safe for now.

Luo Qingchen let out a long breath of foul air, his body swayed, and he almost fell down again. He quickly inserted the Black Dragon Sword into the sand in front of him, supported his body, and gasped.

He knew that this was only temporary. Once those ghosts found out that he was just a facade, they would definitely attack him again.

We must regain our strength as soon as possible and leave here.

He looked at the five dimly lit grooves on the altar, and the five star map fragments inside. These fragments were the key to activating the teleportation array, and were also the only clue for him to leave this place.

He walked to a groove and carefully took out the fragment of the star map. The fragment was warm to the touch, and although the star power contained in it had been consumed a lot, it was still pure.

As the fragments were removed, the light in the groove quickly dimmed.

He took out all five fragments one by one and carefully put them away. Without the energy source, the entire altar fell into complete silence, as if it were just an ordinary stone building.

The teleportation array has been destroyed, or in other words, after sending Lin Wan'er and the others away, its energy has been exhausted and it can no longer be activated again.

Then, the only way out is the direction where those strange shadows appeared before - the depths of the hall.

Luo Qingchen frowned. It must be more dangerous there, but it was also the only hope.

He sat cross-legged, took out the few remaining healing pills from his storage ring, and swallowed them all in one gulp. The pills melted in his mouth, turning into a trickle that nourished his dry meridians. At the same time, he began to practice the Chaos Art.

However, the spiritual energy here is mixed and thin, filled with a cold and decaying aura. The operation of the Chaos Art is extremely obscure and slow, and the recovery speed is far slower than in the outside world.

An hour later, Luo Qingchen barely recovered a little strength. His face was still pale, but at least he could move without any hindrance.

He stood up, gripped the Black Dragon Sword tightly, and looked towards the endless darkness deep in the hall.

"Wan'er, Xiaowan, Ling'er...wait for me."

He took a step, one step at a time, firmly walking towards the unknown darkness. Each step he took was on the thick dust, making a slight "rustling" sound, which seemed particularly clear in this deadly palace.

At the same time, a world completely different from the swamp and the underground ancient temple.

Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan only felt that the colorful light in front of their eyes was twisting and changing, and then a huge pulling force came. After the sky and the earth spun, the two fell heavily on the soft grass.

"Ouch! My butt!" Su Xiaowan was the first to scream, rubbing her sore hip and grimacing.

Lin Wan'er immediately checked on Bai Ling'er in her arms. The little girl still had her eyes closed and her breathing was steady, but her face was a little pale, and the leaf of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass between her brows was dull.

"Ling'er is fine." Lin Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief and then looked up and around.

This is a primeval forest full of vitality. The towering ancient trees are lush and leafy, blocking out the sun. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled spots of light. The air is filled with the rich fragrance of plants and the smell of moist earth. Although the spiritual energy is not particularly strong, it is extremely pure and gentle, which is completely different from the oppressive environment of Guixu and the swamp.

"Wow... It's so beautiful here!" Su Xiaowan was also stunned by the scene in front of her, and temporarily forgot the pain. "Where... where are we? Where is Senior Brother Luo?"

She suddenly thought of Luo Qingchen, her face instantly fell, her eyes reddened: "Senior Brother Luo, he...he saved us..."

Lin Wan'er's heart ached, and her eyes were slightly wet. She clearly remembered how Luo Qingchen resolutely turned around and threw out his sword at the last moment when they entered the passage to block those terrifying ghosts for them.

“Senior Brother Luo… he will be fine.” Lin Wan’er’s voice was a little choked up, but with a hint of determination, “He is so powerful, he will definitely find us.”

Su Xiaowan pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes: "But...but where is this place? How can we go back to find him? What if he is in danger again?"

The tortoise shell in her arms was still dim and unresponsive, as if it had consumed too much energy in the previous teleportation and protection.

Lin Wan'er took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down: "The most important thing for us now is to ensure Ling'er's safety, then find a way to determine our location, and then look for clues about Senior Brother Luo."

She stood up and looked around vigilantly. Although the forest seemed peaceful, unknown places often harboured unknown dangers.

"Xiao Wan, let's find a safe place to settle down first, and then make plans." (End of this chapter)