694: Chapter 695 Gu Changge Arrives

"War Tomb..."

Fang Hanyu repeated these two words in a low voice, his gaze sweeping across this gray space before finally settling back on the broken stone monument.

The blurry cracks did not look like they were caused by natural weathering, but rather like traces left by some earth-shattering power that had hacked and pierced through them. Each mark still retained a trace of chilling sharpness and tragic intensity.

Just then, the stone monument changed again.

After absorbing the mouthful of blood containing the aura of the War God Body that Xiao Ruobai had spat out, the stone monument fell silent for a moment. From the cracks on its surface, a very faint, almost invisible, dark red mist began to seep out.

The mist did not disperse but instead swirled around the stone monument, slowly outlining and condensing.

A moment later, three feet in front of the stone monument, the mist formed an extremely blurry phantom that seemed ready to drift away with the wind at any moment.

The phantom was vaguely humanoid but exceptionally tall; even as a mere phantom, it carried a heavy, towering presence.

It seemed to be holding a long weapon in its hand, but the outline was incomplete and difficult to discern.

The phantom's face was a blur of Chaos, with only two faint red lights, like dying embers, quietly "watching" the five people before it.

An indescribable sense of desolation and sorrow, mixed with unyielding Battle Intent, began to permeate the area.

The entire gray space seemed to tremble slightly.

"War..."

A dry, hoarse voice, like gravel rubbing together, sounded directly in the depths of everyone's hearts, not transmitted through the air. The voice was filled with exhaustion, yet it still carried an unyielding power.

"A remnant of a War Soul?!" Ling Xi exclaimed softly, her beautiful eyes filled with vigilance.

Such obsessions left behind by ancient battlefields often possessed unfathomable power and bizarre ways of acting.

Xiao Ruobai cupped his hands and bowed: "Junior Xiao Ruobai, I stumbled upon this place by chance and did not intend to disturb Senior's rest. May I ask who Senior is..."

"Rest?" The phantom's voice seemed to carry a trace of faint mockery, and the two red lights flickered slightly.

"How could we ever rest? The battle has not ceased, the Soul is not at peace... This place is nothing more than a fragment of a corpse, a drop of blood that has yet to cool."

His words were fragmented, yet they revealed shocking information.

This "War Tomb" fragment was not a simple grave; it was more like the "remains" of some massive battlefield that had shattered, carrying residual will and unfinished Battle Intent, drifting in the gaps of time and space.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, that desolate and tragic aura suddenly paused slightly.

"Hum."

Without any warning, and without any energy fluctuations.

Just three feet beside Xiao Ruobai, the space seemed to be gently pushed aside by an invisible hand, and a slender figure appeared abruptly.

White robes, clean and elegant; black hair like a waterfall.

Gu Changge.

"Mas—" The word "Revered Master" had not yet left Wang Xiaopang's mouth before he was so frightened by this bizarre mode of appearance that he swallowed it back hard.

Dong Li's fur stood on end instantly, like a hedgehog that had been stepped on.

"Enemy attack!"

Dong Li shrieked, its little claws swiping out violently, and a red light of illusion was about to shoot out!

However, Gu Changge just casually turned his head, his gaze sweeping over it indifferently.

No Killing Intent, no pressure, not even any emotional fluctuation.

It was just like a blade of grass on the roadside glancing at an ant at its feet.

"Snap."

Dong Li's red illusion light dissipated instantly at its fingertips, and its whole body—no, the whole fox—froze in place as if a pause button had been pressed.

It widened its crimson eyes, its pupils trembling violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked its fur.

Too terrifying!

Just one look!

It felt as if it had been stripped naked and thrown into a frozen wasteland, its very Soul frozen, unable to even muster the thought of moving a single claw.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and the others also wanted to open their mouths to pay their respects, but they saw that Gu Changge was not looking at them at all.

Gu Changge's gaze, like the water in the deepest ancient well, fell calmly on the stone monument and on the blurry War Soul phantom.

The phantom's two faint red lights flickered violently the moment Gu Changge appeared, like a candle in the wind.

It did not make a sound, and its chaotic facial outline seemed to turn slightly, silently meeting Gu Changge's gaze.

An indescribable silence permeated the area, replacing the previous desolation and Battle Intent.

Xiao Ruobai and the others could even feel that the pulse of this "War Tomb" fragment itself slowed and stagnated at this moment, as if even this remnant of time and space was holding its breath under some invisible pressure.

Gu Changge's fingertips gently brushed over the deepest crack on the edge of the stone monument.

His movements were very light, even carrying a rhythm that was almost ethereal, as if he were afraid of disturbing some sleeping dream.

"So that's how it is." Gu Changge muttered to himself, his voice very soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"An unyielding will, a Soul of a broken halberd, drifting here... quite persistent, indeed."

The two red lights flared brightly for an instant at his words, then quickly dimmed.

Flickering, as if carrying unspeakable, complex emotions—was it suspicion? Vigilance? Confusion?

Or, perhaps, a silence across endless time and space under an absolute disparity in power?

Gu Changge did not wait for a response, nor did he need one.

He was like someone flipping through an ancient book he already knew by heart, just casually glancing at a footnote on one of the pages.

He withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back, his gaze moving away from the stone monument, seemingly having lost interest in exploring this relic that carried ancient Battle Intent and tragic obsession.

His gaze swept over his disciples, who were as stiff as statues, and also brushed past the silent phantom beside the stone monument.

He turned around, his eyes sweeping over the crowd who were as stiff as wooden stakes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle yet inscrutable smile.

"You guys continue playing."

Having said that, he waved his hand casually at the group, as if he were greeting a neighbor in his own backyard.

"Hum."

The space fluctuated again, and his figure, like a reflection in water scattered by a pebble, disappeared instantly from where he stood.

He arrived abruptly and left silently.

Until Gu Changge completely disappeared, this gray space remained in dead silence.

"Huuu—!!!"

Dong Li slumped to the ground, gasping for air, as if it had just been fished out of water.

"Who... who was that?!"

Dong Li's voice was trembling, its crimson eyes filled with terror.

"Too terrifying! He's practically a monster! I felt that if I had dared to move just now, I would have really died! The kind of death where you can't even enter Reincarnation!"

It looked at Xiao Ruobai and asked urgently: "What kind of deity is that? How could such a terrifying existence exist?!"

Xiao Ruobai took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, a trace of helpless yet relieved smile appearing on his face.

"Is it terrifying?"

He said softly, looking in the direction where Gu Changge had disappeared.

"I think it's quite good."

Ling Xi's tense body also relaxed, and a soft expression appeared on her cold face: "Mm, I think it's quite good too."

Fang Hanyu nodded silently, a faint arc hooking at the corners of his mouth.

Everyone smiled at each other.

As long as Revered Master is here, no matter how vast this world is, what is there to fear?