"Sleep, sleep, my adorable little darlings! Sleep!"
Alsa crept along beside Lin Qi, muttering under his breath without pause. Perhaps because he had spent too long in secluded cultivation, Alsa's gait was exceedingly strange. With every step, he raised his knees high, then let his toes touch down softly, his movements bizarre and steeped in an evil aura.
As he walked, he waved his hands. Wisps of invisible demonic energy spread out with the sound of his incantation, and the sentries concealed among the flowerbeds and grass nearby gradually sank into sleep.
Bilibili furtively scouted the way ahead, carefully avoiding one magic trap after another. Many of those traps were eerie and bizarre, and Bilibili nearly fell victim to them several times. But Lingwen, shrunk into a tiny girl no larger than a palm, lay atop Lin Qi's head, her eyes gleaming as they scanned the ground around them and pointed out each trap to Bilibili.
Though many of the magic traps were hidden, ancient, and difficult to identify, Lingwen, as the artifact spirit of the Gallic Empire's Royal Library, was likely the most learned being on this continent. There were no ancient magic runes, incantations, or strange mechanisms and traps that she did not understand. With her leading the way, Lin Qi's group entered the valley safely.
This was also because the Fallen God Temple's subordinates on rotation within the valley were too weak. Even the night watchmen stationed at the core of the magic array were merely three Saint Knight-level mages. How could they possibly be a match for an old demon like Alsa, who had stood at the peak of demigod level for who knew how many tens of thousands of years? Not to mention that the combination of Lin Qi, Lingwen, and Bilibili possessed such terrifying