73: Chapter 73 The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea, Each Displaying Their Unique Abilities

Three miles outside the South Gate of Ranhuo City, the bonfire of the temporary camp was burning fiercely.

Tu Ziguan leaned against a crooked-necked willow tree, with his precious item wrapped in oilcloth resting on his knees, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the surface of the oilcloth. Third Princess sat on a stone on the other side of the bonfire with her back straight, pinching a jade token in her hand.

This thing was made by Elder Qin to ensure smooth communication inside and outside the city.

Tu Ziguan's jade token's spiritual patterns flashed every few moments; it was a routine briefing sent back by Qin Tianzong from the bottom of the Seal. The latest one was a quarter of an hour ago: The forbidden runes had been examined, and the royal offerings activated the secret technique.

Gu Jian leaned against the wheel of a cargo carriage, with his new sword laid horizontally across his knees. Mo Tang squatted by the bonfire, and the Centurion stood at the edge of the camp with his hand on the hilt of his saber, facing the direction of Ranhuo City, the golden Phoenix emblem on his armor flickering in the light of the bonfire.

Tu Ziguan yawned. He looked up at the direction of the city wall, thinking that once Elder Qin sent the spiritual message saying "Done", he would probably be able to go back to the inn and catch up on some sleep.

Thinking about what to eat when Xie Feng came back later, Tu Ziguan reached out to grab the water skin by his feet. Before his fingertips even touched the mouth of the flask, the jade token suddenly let out a short buzz, and the snapping sound of the spiritual power circuit being forcibly cut off from the other end suddenly came over.

The jade token in Third Princess's hand went silent synchronously, its spiritual patterns flashing twice before going out.

"The signal is cut?" Tu Ziguan put down the water skin and immediately stood up to look toward Ranhuo City.

Third Princess stood up, pressed her fingers twice on the jade token, and injected spiritual power, but the jade token showed no reaction; the spiritual patterns were sealed off by an extremely thin diaphragm.

She raised her head, and just as she was about to speak, the sky grew dark.

The sun was still hanging above the city wall, but the sky over the entire Ranhuo City territory, starting from above the city wall, darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A malicious deity poured a basin of black ink down from an unseen place.

The outline of the city wall was swallowed first, then the light of the unextinguished furnace fires in the city, then the sky above their heads, and finally even the light of the camp bonfire was suppressed and shrank into a tiny ball of dark orange. It was abnormally dark; that wasn't night, and it couldn't even be described with black.

If you want to experience it, open both eyes, and then cover one eye; the covered eye is what everyone was seeing right now.

The Centurion's saber was already unsheathed, and the Imperial Guards formed a defensive array. The sound of armor clashing appeared abrupt in the darkness. Tu Ziguan lifted the oilcloth bundle from his knees, his fingers gripping the straps of the bundle.

As the darkness fell, all the great Cultivators around immediately displayed their methods. The old man beside Third Princess immediately spread open a Phoenix crest, Elder Sun protected the Qingyun Sect Disciples, and the Tianque Sect Elder waved his hand to protect his own Disciples.

When the darkness pressed down from the sky, it was silent. That thing had no roar, no screech, nothing belonging to sound; when it appeared, sound was swallowed up.

The Imperial Guards' armor no longer clashed, the bonfire no longer crackled, and Tu Ziguan only felt his heartbeat thump heavily in his chest, after which he could hear nothing at all, save for a low-frequency shudder turning outward from deep within his bones.

The sound of the heartbeat also vanished.

He couldn't hear what he was shouting. Opening his mouth to call Xie Feng's name, only a silent current of air came out of his throat.

Just as darkness shrouded the earth, the sun rose once again.

The eerie thing was that in this world, sunlight should radiate from the sky onto the earth, but the sun before everyone's eyes clearly rose from the earth to illuminate the sky.

A thick and bright dark red pillar of light burst out from the center of the city, tearing the ground of the entire Ranhuo City open from bottom to top like peeling an eggshell. The amber light illuminated the world as bright as day, and countless ignited light spots appeared on the trees, ground, and houses. Countless broken bricks and slag were thrown into the air, illuminated from the inside by the dark red light and melted as the fragments tumbled in the air, while rain made of magma streaked across the pitch-black night sky.

After piercing out of the ground, the pillar of light did not stop, continuing to move upward, growing wider and brighter as it went, and finally exploding in the sky above Ranhuo City into a continuously expanding dark red sun.

As the sun rose, everyone could barely see that a figure had appeared in the dark night.

Chilling wind — — huge and blurry — — black wings — — those three-part split, burning eyes...

The darkness deep in the sphere of light suddenly split open a gap. The gap split vertically with irregular edges, like an eye torn into three parts from the middle. Inside the gap, there was no eyeball, no pupil, only a cluster of constantly beating fiery red light flames.

A living, fiery red single eye burning in the deepest part of the darkness, split into three parts, with black thick fog oozing out from the end of each part.

Tu Ziguan saw that eye.

He felt his heartbeat in his chest pause for a moment, and his Soul felt gripped by something older than fear. That eye looked at him, knew what his name was, and remembered every single nightmare he had ever had since childhood.

After that eye split into three parts, the entire mass of the red sun began to rage, and molten flames and rays burst forth, fiercely bombarding that black figure.

Following that was unconsciousness; except for Cultivators above the sixth Realm and Third Princess, everyone else passed out cold.

Inside the underground of the city at this moment, if someone could lean over to listen, an angry voice would come over.

"Damn Cthugha!! Damn Nightgaunt!!!"

The underground scene was identical to the surface. The great Cultivators reacted extremely quickly; the moment the shining Trapezohedron was triggered, protections from various different Cultivation Techniques were released.

What a pity, Xie Feng was too close. Just as Elder Qin was struggling to pull Xie Feng into the protection, Xie Feng had already been enveloped by the darkness.

What followed was utter darkness; no one saw what happened.

Except for Xie Feng.

Xie Feng saw it. No joke, this blind man really "saw" it!

The moment the Nightgaunt appeared, all the Fire Vampires were extinguished. Accompanying this, that ball of fire expanded fiercely, the temperature kept rising, and several low-Realm Cultivators inside the Seal were vaporized on the spot.

Cthugha used this faint connection to angrily project its figure directly here.

The King of Volcanoes mark on Xie Feng's chest shone as bright as day, frantically absorbing heat. Even so, the skin on Xie Feng's body surface instantly filled with blisters, which then ruptured, were baked dry, and turned into black carbonized marks.

The clothes on his body weren't even ignited before they were directly vaporized.

Pain filled every nerve, instantly surpassing the limits of human endurance. Xie Feng passed out from pain, woke up again, passed out again, repeating like this.

Xie Feng had reached his limit; his life was like a candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.

The blind staff slowly flickered with a faint light, and a cold, huge gray flame emerged from it. It exuded an icy coldness like the depths of interstellar space, slowly shielding against the plasma rays and high temperature.

Xie Feng's shadow slowly rippled, and tentacles probed out from the shadow, slowly covering Xie Feng's body. Wisps of aura from the deep sea shielded Xie Feng's body, slowly nourishing his withered, carbonized skin. (Foreshadowing revealed in Chapter 29)

The great Cthulhu and the Lord of the Ice-Flame Polar Circle also cast their gazes.

The magic inside his body slowly rippled, turning into wisps of strange black gelatinous substance that slowly oozed out from his pores. As that gelatinous substance slid across his skin, a layer of short black hair slowly grew on the withered skin, and his flesh bulged again, resembling blisters yet completely different.

Moist, sticky, and yet filled with a lazy aura.

The God of Toads' mouth curved up slightly.