What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

At the same time, Tiangong, who had been squatting by the well and seemed to have no interest in the battle, also reacted almost simultaneously.

The old man's movements were incredibly fast.

He pulled out a long brass ruler with an antique luster from his pocket and swung it with a backhand motion.

The long ruler drew a golden trajectory in the air, carrying a force as heavy as a mountain, and merged with Lei Zhenshan's sword energy, sealing off every inch of space at the gate.

"Since you're here, why hide?"

Lei Zhenshan's voice boomed through the platform, causing dust to fall from the top.

A figure slowly walked out from the black fog outside the gate.

The man was dressed in a large black robe, his face hidden in shadow under the hood, and no aura emanated from him.

But this caused both Lei Zhenshan and Tian Gong, two top experts, to show unprecedented solemnity.

Yu the Lord.

Faced with the combined attack of two masters, Lord Yu simply raised his right hand.

His fingers flicked lightly in the air, the movement as gentle as if he were brushing away the dust from his shoulder.

boom!

A ripple, invisible to the naked eye, spread out.

When Lei Zhenshan's sword energy and the shadow of Tiangong's brass ruler collided with this ripple, it was as if they had hit an invisible and indestructible wall.

After emitting a dull thud, it vanished without a trace.

Afterwards, Yu Zhu's figure became blurred in the aftershocks of this attack.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared next to the seriously injured middle-aged elder.

He reached out a hand and firmly grasped the middle-aged man's collar, as if he were lifting a chick.

The middle-aged man was at his limit and could no longer speak, so he could only let Yu Zhu carry him.

"Walk."

Yu the Lord uttered only one word.

Then, he pressed down in the air again with his left hand.

This attack was completely different from the previous defense, carrying a violent force.

A jet-black stream of energy burst forth from his palm, transforming into a ferocious black dragon that roared as it crashed into Lei Zhenshan and Tiangong.

Lei Zhenshan held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and the black sword emitted a sword cry, forcefully resisting the impact of the dark airflow.

Tiangong then inserted the brass ruler into the ground, chanted an incantation, and a golden light curtain rose from the ground, protecting the ancient well behind him and me.

boom!

A terrifying explosion erupted inside the cave.

When the dust settled, the Yu ruler and the middle-aged man who had been standing there had long since disappeared.

Only a ring of black ripples remained at the gate, indicating that the other party had forcibly broken through the two's blockade and fled far away.

"Damn it!"

Lei Zhenshan cursed under his breath, then drew his sword and was about to chase after them.

His trench coat fluttered in the strong wind, and the killing intent emanating from him had reached its peak.

"Crazy Lei, stop chasing him."

Tiangong stopped him.

The old man had now returned to the ancient well, the brass ruler in his hand trembling slightly.

Clearly, that head-on collision hadn't left him feeling too bad.

He glanced down at the dark red gas still churning at the bottom of the well, his face grim.

"Although the dragon soul has been freed, the cauldron is still submerged below, and the array's core has not been completely broken."

Tiangong turned his head and looked at Lei Zhenshan, his eyes full of fatigue and seriousness.

"Since the one who guards the cauldron has personally appeared to receive the person, you will not be able to catch up with him."

The most important thing right now is to help me stabilize the situation here and reinforce the seal again.

If we let those things underground completely emerge, none of us can bear the responsibility.

Lei Zhenshan stood at the gate, his back stiff for a long time.

Finally, he let out a helpless sigh and sheathed his sword.

He turned around, walked quickly to my side, and bent down to check my pulse.

"This kid's lucky. You can take care of the rest. I'll protect him."

Although Lei Zhenshan's voice was cold and hard, when he turned to me, there was a subtle hint of complex emotion that was hard to detect.

……

My consciousness seemed to be dragged down by some irresistible force, sinking into a strange space.

There is no distinction between up, down, left, or right here, nor is there any sense of the passage of time.

The surrounding area was an impenetrable, dense darkness, as if even light would be frozen here.

I tried to move my hands and feet, but was surprised to find that I couldn't feel my limbs at all.

Not only that, my perspective also underwent a strange change.

At this moment, I am no longer "seeing" with human eyes, but touching everything around me with a grander and purer perception.

Just as I was feeling somewhat lost, a massive silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness ahead.

It was an ancient and simple cauldron that was more than three meters tall.

The large cauldron stood silently in the void, its entire body displaying a somber, dark blue-green hue.

The surface of the cauldron is covered with crisscrossing cracks, like hideous scars, and there are even some large gaps in some places.

Even in its damaged state, the cauldron still exudes a heavy, oppressive aura that makes it hard to breathe, as if it bears the weight of the entire earth.

I instinctively wanted to get closer to the cauldron to see what was going on, but I found that my own enormous body was involuntarily swimming forward.

It was only then that I suddenly realized what was happening.

The illusory and enormous body I now possess is actually the appearance of that dragon soul phantom!

Did I become that dragon?

Or rather, I am reliving a long-forgotten memory from its perspective?

Before I could figure out what was going on, a figure appeared silently in front of the cauldron.

He was a middle-aged scholar dressed in an ancient, wide-sleeved robe.

His face looked somewhat blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of moisture.

But I could clearly feel the unfathomable and terrifying aura emanating from him.

The middle-aged scholar looked at "me" quietly.

His eyes held neither pity nor anger, only a calm that reflected a profound understanding of the causes and effects of life.

Then, he slowly raised his hands and began to form hand seals in front of his chest.

As his fingers flew across the screen, the once deathly dark space around him began to tremble violently.

Visible golden runes flew from his fingertips, weaving into a giant net in mid-air, descending upon "me".

I wanted to struggle, to let out a deafening roar.

But the suppressive force emanating from the golden net was simply too domineering.

It not only blocked "my" movements, but also directly suppressed "my" soul.

After completing the last mudra, the middle-aged scholar pressed his hands down sharply.

He looked at "me," his lips moved slightly, and a deep voice boomed throughout the space:

"Imprison your remnant soul and attach it to the cauldron to suppress this city and wash away the sins of slaughter."

The moment the words fell, the golden net tightened abruptly, carrying "my" massive body as it slammed into the broken bronze cauldron.

The moment I touched the body of the cauldron, an indescribable sense of claustrophobia and tearing overwhelmed me.