Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1147 - 1146: The Woman Beneath the Earth

After escaping Yuwen Lin’s pursuit, Ling Chen continued deeper along the route marked by the Yinsha Stones.The Demon Dragon Palace, located deep underground, is the lair of the Azure Water Demon Dragon, occupying a vast underground space.

Along the way, Ling Chen could see white skeletons everywhere. Some had remnants of weapons embedded in them. There were not only human bones but also bones of exotic beasts.

Mingyue Cliff, which spans about a thousand miles, is one of the dangerous areas within the Demon Dragon Palace.

Wooooo...

Suddenly, winds began to whistling in the void ahead, sending a chilling cold gust towards him. Ling Chen quickly stabbed the Snow Dragon Sword into the ground to steady himself, simultaneously channeling True Qi to diminish the chilling wind’s force.

Not far from Ling Chen, there was a finger-wide crevice on the rock wall.

Ling Chen leaped into the crevice, and to his surprise, he saw numerous Yinsha Stones embedded densely on both sides of the cliff.

"So many Yinsha Stones."

Ling Chen’s eyes gleamed as he entered the crevice and began collecting the Yinsha Stones from the sides.

He quickly found that the deeper he went into the crevice, the more Yinsha Stones there were, forming a stone pathway.

Without much thought, Ling Chen continued collecting and, unknowingly, reached the bottom of the crevice’s area.

Appearing in Ling Chen’s sight was a Yinsha Stone the size of a human head, rolling on the ground ahead like it had been discarded.

"Such a large Yinsha Stone."

Ling Chen was shocked. Such a large Yinsha Stone would be equivalent to ten regular ones.

Just as Ling Chen stepped forward to collect the Yinsha Stone, suddenly, a sense of danger erupted from beneath the ground.

Not good, this thing is bait!

Ling Chen was about to retreat, but just then—

Crack!

The ground opened a crevice, then exploded, rocks scattering, and a ten-meter long tentacle covered in black scales emerged from the rock crevice, tightly wrapping around Ling Chen’s ankle and dragging him towards the pit hole.

Clang!

Ling Chen’s expression changed, and in the moment he reacted, the Red Sky Sword in his hand slashed at the black-scaled tentacle, sparking all around, but failed to sever it, leaving only a white mark, without even ripping the scales.

The tentacle exerted more force, dragging Ling Chen to the edge of the pit. In a desperate situation, Ling Chen drew the Thunder Sound Sword with his left hand and stabbed it into the ground, carving a deep mark, struggling to hold his position.

"What kind of exotic beast is this? Just one tentacle is so powerful; if it drags me into the rock crevice, it’s surely a dead end."

Ling Chen’s heart shook, but he scarcely had time to react before his body was violently pulled into the pit by the tentacle.

As he fell, Ling Chen’s body cascaded like a waterfall, falling rapidly. He gripped the Thunder Sound Sword in his left hand and the Red Sky Sword in his right hand, each Holy Tier Treasure Sword stabbing into the stone walls, sparking fiercely, slowing his descent.

Two golden glitters flashed from Ling Chen’s eyes. He activated the Gold Sword Pupil, revealing the dark area ahead in perfect clarity. To his shock, a horrifyingly grotesque exotic beast existed in the Dark Void ahead.

This exotic beast looked like an octopus, but its body was a terrifying black meatball opening a mouth full of sharp teeth, ready to drag him in and swallow him whole.

"Damned beast!"

Ling Chen’s eyes narrowed sharply, a sharp gleam flashing in them. Then he combined his left-hand Thunder Sound Sword and right-hand Red Sky Sword, gripping the two treasure swords single-handedly. The swords emitted distinct auras, intertwining power. Ling Chen instantly used the Blazing Thunder Cut, aiming at the black tentacle binding his foot.

Crack!

This time, the indestructible tentacle was forcibly severed, violently thrown aside, crashing onto a rock, shaking out a mouthful of blood before his body rapidly plunged downward.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed, filled with intense anger. Evidently, the exotic beast went into a frenzy after losing Ling Chen as prey.

The surrounding space shook violently and rocks shattered, more tentacles emerged from within, clearly showing the exotic beast hadn’t given up.

Ling Chen didn’t plan to continue tangling with the beast. After a quick scan, his gaze landed on a stone cave. Without hesitation, Ling Chen targeted the cave, swiftly channeling True Qi and sped into it.

Bang!

In the moment Ling Chen dashed into the stone cave, a massive black tentacle slammed onto the cave’s surface, but the moment the tentacle struck the entrance, a golden barrier suddenly surged, flinging the black tentacle aside.

The once extremely hard tentacle shattered into fragments upon rebounding, scattering about.

The vicious beast, after meeting frustration, retreated instantly, withdrawing all its tentacles, not daring to approach the stone cave.

...

At that moment, Ling Chen, after a bout of frenzied lunging, landed in an underground space.

In his view was an ancient stone palace, immense columns towering several dozen yards, a pathway extending forward flanked by rows of stone pillars. After a hundred yards or so, a cluster of building structures appeared.

"This place actually has hidden depths!"

Ling Chen’s pupils constricted; he hadn’t expected that beneath this place, there was actually a palace.

Many of the palace’s buildings had collapsed, appearing very desolate.

Among the shattered piles of stone, wisps of black smoke were rising.

An ominous atmosphere.

Ling Chen’s body involuntarily broke out in goosebumps. His intuition told him that this was an extremely dangerous place.

Just as Ling Chen was on high alert, he heard a strange sound—soft, lingering, yet with an air of sadness, like someone was singing a sorrowful song in the mist, though he couldn’t understand the words.

It was an ancient language—mysterious, obscure, as if it were the language of gods or demons.

Listening to it, Ling Chen subconsciously touched his cheek, only to find it was wet with tears.

The song made him feel as though there was a woman drifting in the mist, singing a heartbreaking story.

"Boy!"

Just as Ling Chen was enraptured by the song, the Human Emperor’s stern voice suddenly resounded in his mind, exploding in his ears.

Ling Chen’s eardrums seemed about to burst, and he suddenly snapped to consciousness, a cold sweat breaking out over him.

"This song can silently enchant someone so thoroughly?"

Ling Chen was still in shock. Even his firm will had nearly succumbed to the song’s enchantment?!

Who on earth was the singer?

Surveying his surroundings, Ling Chen grew increasingly alarmed. While enchanted by the song, he had unwittingly wandered into an unknown great hall.

The ground all around was littered with skeletons!

Ling Chen took a deep breath. The number of skeletons here was at least in the hundreds—so many that there was barely room to step!

"How could there be so many bodies hidden in the hall? These don’t look like ordinary people..."

Ling Chen examined the scene, frowning slightly. There were too many bodies here, and they were not decomposed, which was abnormal. Even the body of a Saint normally reduced to ashes in around five hundred years without special preservation.

Were these all Saints? Clearly impossible.

"One possibility is that these people, like me, accidentally stumbled into this place from later generations."

Ling Chen’s eyebrow twitched as he gazed forward, looking into the deeper layers of mist in the hall.

"Something in the mist killed them, turning them into this state!"

The Human Emperor said coldly.

"Who would have thought that after escaping the wolf’s den, I’d fall into a tiger’s lair!"

Ling Chen chuckled bitterly. He had just escaped the tentacle monster’s grasp, only to find himself in another Land of Great Evil.

Had his luck been completely exhausted?

"Find an exit and leave quickly,"

the Human Emperor reminded.

"Mm."

Ling Chen nodded; even without the Human Emperor’s prompt, he had no intentions of lingering.

"Young hero, help me."

Just as Ling Chen had taken only a couple of steps, a soft woman’s voice suddenly emanated from the mist ahead.

Ling Chen’s eyes flickered, and cautiously he stepped toward the mist. As the distance closed, the mist gradually dispersed, revealing a grand and magnificent wall before him.

Upon this wall was an ancient mural, the left side depicting a swordsman with an imposing stance, while the right side depicted a foreboding eight-headed Buddha.

"From where did that voice come?"

Ling Chen’s gaze lingered on the mural for a moment before moving on, his expression slightly puzzled.

"Young hero, here."

The voice called again, and Ling Chen followed it, finally spotting a figure in white within the crevice between two walls.

It was an exquisite woman dressed in white.

The woman’s face was stunning, her figure slender, with full bosoms and a pert behind, her white clothing slightly tattered and revealing glimpses of her skin. Her hands and feet were bound in chains, looking quite pitiable. At this moment, she gazed at Ling Chen with eyes full of pleading, her posture and expression both extremely alluring, as if inviting surrender.