Ancient Sword Sect

The woman looked at Chen Luo with a tense expression, her divine sense sweeping over his body again and again as though confirming whether he had been injured.

"They've all been dealt with."

Chen Luo nodded, but the moment the words left his mouth, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. The expression on the woman standing opposite him became extremely strange. The scene around them seemed to melt, beginning to twist into patterned distortions. The woman who had stood before him earlier had already disappeared.

The bustling market town became a pitch-black long street. Yin-Yang Rotation turned in the sky, and day became night.

"Master Ling Xu, you should have died long ago."

A faint, ghostly voice drifted down from above.

Cold white mist blew along the street, mixed with several yellow sheets of paper money. Lanterns by the distant roadside swayed with creaks of "squeak, squeak." Chen Luo spread out his divine sense and swept the surroundings again and again, yet he saw no one.

"Who?"

"The immortal scripture is not something you can touch." The voice drifted away, beyond all search.

The owner of the Life Silkworm Gu?

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes. He had not expected that before the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans came looking for him, Master Ling Xu's enemies would pursue him again. When Venerable Yang Ji had surrounded the mountain before, Chen Luo had already felt that something was amiss. Now it seemed that Master Ling Xu must have learned something he should not have known.

Buzz!!

A thread of spiritual power manifested around Chen Luo's body. A semi-transparent arm of spiritual power precisely seized an incoming arrow. Like a living thing, the arrow twisted nonstop after being caught in his grasp. It struggled for quite a while before finally calming down, then