559: Chapter 559 Falling Goose Gorge: A True Immortal's Sixfold Melody, Killing Intent Locks Heaven and Earth!

Luoyan Gorge.

One hundred miles outside the city.

A long, narrow canyon, with cliff walls on both sides piercing straight into the clouds.

The moonlight could not reach the bottom of the valley; only a few strands of dismal radiance seeped through the cracks in the cliff walls, barely outlining a few hideous silhouettes.

There was no sound of insects in the canyon.

No roars of beasts.

Because every living thing within a ten-mile radius had been crushed several hours ago by those six True Immortal pressures, which were as condensed as substance, leaving not even a trace of blood—only a dead silence remained.

Han Rui stood on a giant rock above the entrance to the canyon.

His entire body's immortal essence was restrained to the extreme, and his aura was as steady as ancient blackstone, as if he had merged into one with the night.

Behind him, five Law Enforcement Hall True Immortals were scattered in a formation, each occupying a position.

Their gazes, like venomous snakes, stared intently at the canyon entrance.

Six pitch-black Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation Flags had already been silently inserted deep into the ground.

Faint glimmers of light flowed over the secret runes upon them, cutting off all spatial fluctuations within this area of space.

This was a death trap, a snare, a place of eternal damnation custom-made for Su Chen.

On a withered tree at the highest point, the rugged branches stretched toward the night sky like ghost claws.

Lin Wan was dressed in black gauze, her slender figure outlined by the moonlight as exceptionally seductive.

She sat lazily on a tree fork, her eyes, hidden behind the black gauze, bursting with a morbid feverishness.

In her hand, she was playing with an ice-blue orb.

It was exactly that immortal body marrow core that had cost thirty million.

That icy touch felt as hot as fire in her palm at this moment, igniting the flames of revenge in her heart.

“They're here.”

She suddenly spoke, her voice as soft as the night wind, yet carrying an indescribable coldness and excitement.

It was so quiet that the six True Immortals present almost didn't hear it.

But their Divine Thoughts simultaneously captured the same signal at that moment.

From the direction of the canyon entrance.

Eight auras.

Were approaching.

They were unhurried, one could even say... far too leisurely.

Han Rui's brow furrowed tightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

This marching speed was wrong. Someone who knew they were about to walk into a place of death should not have this kind of rhythm.

They should be vigilant, wary, and walking as if on thin ice.

But the aura fluctuations of the leader opposite them... were too stable.

So stable it was almost like taking a stroll, even carrying a bit of indifferent relaxation.

A few minutes later.

Moonlight spilled down from the cracks in the cliff walls, like a spotlight on this stage of death, illuminating the canyon entrance.

Eight figures accompanied by the night wind slowly walked from afar.

They were neither hurried nor slow, as composed as if they were strolling in a courtyard.

They didn't look at all like people going to their deaths in a desperate situation; instead, they looked more like a group of tourists out for a walk to admire the moon.

The leading Youth in White Robes still had that eternally unchanging idle appearance.

His hands were leisurely tucked into his sleeves, and his pace was so lazy it was as if he were not treading on a canyon full of hidden dangers, but on the pebble path of his own garden.

His ink-black hair was loosely tied up with only a simple jade hairpin, carrying a bit of unruliness and elegance in the night wind whipping through the canyon mouth.

The faint smile at the corner of his mouth was not a forced show of nerves, nor was it feigned composure.

Rather, it was something radiating from the inside out—a kind of near-transcendental appreciation and playfulness toward this night, this trap, and even this entire 'grand play.'

Beside him, a little girl with two pigtails pointing to the sky was looking around, her big dark eyes full of curiosity.

“Boss.” Wang Baobao stood on her tiptoes, curiously peering around the canyon, and asked in a milky voice: “Where are the fireworks?”

“Where are they?” Su Chen looked down at her, the smile in his eyes deepening.

“Soon, very soon you’ll see the brightest fireworks.”

Behind them, Qian Duoduo had already sensed that something was wrong.

His nose was more sensitive than anyone’s—not his sense of smell, but his intuition for danger.

That intuition of 'this place is not suitable to stay or my life will be forfeit' was frantically sounding alarms in his head right now.

“Bo... Boss...” His voice trembled, his plump body shaking involuntarily, cold sweat already soaking his Daoist robe.

“This place... the atmosphere isn't right... it's really not right!”

Jian Buping's hand was pressed deathly tight against his sword hilt, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He sensed the solidified space around them, his whole body as tense as a bowstring, Battle Intent and vigilance intertwined in his eyes.

But when he caught a glimpse of Su Chen's immovable and composed appearance from the corner of his eye, that sense of tension on the verge of exploding was miraculously suppressed by a few degrees.

“The Boss is indeed the Boss...” he thought to himself; this mysterious certainty made the hand holding his sword a bit steadier.

Hua Nongying's peach blossom fan had closed at some unknown point.

The soul-snatching charm had completely faded from her fox-like eyes, leaving only pure vigilance and a trace of solemnity.

Her fingertips lightly rubbed the fan ribs, a habit of hers when she was nervous.

The monk Monk Jiese pressed his palms together, his lips murmuring rapidly.

The frequency of his “amitabha” was three times faster than usual, appearing to be praying frantically, yet also appearing to be using the Buddha's voice to counter some invisible pressure.

“Buzz—!”

Without any warning.

In an instant, the entire Luoyan Gorge seemed to come alive!

The deep night sky was suddenly torn apart, and countless pitch-black Law chains emerged from the Void Realm like giant pythons, entangling everything tightly.

‘Boom—Rumble!’

The six Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation Flags inserted deep into the ground now erupted with eye-piercing dark radiance, letting out an earth-shaking hum!

A suffocating pressure, carrying a chill that could slice the Divine Soul, instantly crushed in from all directions!

The heavens and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds rolled backward!

The entire space of the canyon was completely solidified and locked down by an invisible force at this moment!

Even light seemed to be imprisoned, and the escape exits were welded shut in the blink of an eye, becoming a land of death!

Qian Duoduo slumped to the ground on the spot.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream, because the True Immortal pressure directly suppressed his vocal cords.

He had difficulty breathing, leaving only hoarse whimpers in his throat.

The others also underwent drastic changes in expression, their immortal essence subconsciously surging within their bodies as they prepared to meet the impending bloody battle.

However, in this moment of collapse and suffocation, Su Chen alone did not miss a step.

Even that lazy smile on his face hadn't diminished in the slightest.

He just lightly stopped his pace and slightly raised his head, his deep eyes calm and unruffled.

His gaze swept one by one across the six True Immortal figures descending from the sky like judges stepping through the air.

Finally, it landed on the withered tree at the highest point, upon Lin Wan's eyes flashing with morbid feverishness beneath the black gauze.

“Oh.”

He uttered a very short syllable.

It was as if to say that all of this was within expectations.