126: Chapter 126 Spatial Rift, Death's Scythe

No one would care about the departure of two madmen.

Especially when those two madmen are actively seeking death.

Tang Xun and Jian Yi strayed from the so-called "main road" given by Vulture.

The black soil beneath their feet became soft, as if they were stepping into a rotting swamp.

The surrounding scenery began to distort.

The trees grew in a chaotic mess; some grew horizontally, and some were even stuck upside down in the soil.

Jian Yi walked in front, his natal Flying Sword trembling slightly at this moment.

It was not excitement.

It was a warning.

That was a Sword Cultivator's instinctive reaction to extreme danger.

"Stop."

Jian Yi suddenly halted his steps, his shoe soles carving a deep furrow into the black soil.

Ahead was empty; there was nothing there.

Only the wailing of the wind blowing through the dead branches.

But in Jian Yi's perception, three steps ahead, an invisible and intangible wall stood across the path.

Or rather, a wound.

A wound of the world.

"Good eyes."

He did not show the slightest panic because of Jian Yi's sudden stop.

Because in the third simulation, it was at this very spot that he had half his head sliced off.

That feeling of his skull instantly getting ventilated was still fresh in his memory.

"Is this... a spatial rift?"

Jian Yi narrowed his eyes, trying to capture the anomaly with his naked eyes.

It was difficult.

It was like a transparent wrinkle in the air; if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to spot it at all.

There were no spiritual power fluctuations, no Killing Intent, and even the wind would inexplicably disappear when blowing through there.

Just then, a gray shadow darted out from the bushes on the right.

It was a Gale Yao Beast wolf.

A second-rank Yao Beast, known for its speed, usually enjoying playing with its prey.

At this moment, however, it seemed to be fleeing for its life, rushing blindly toward the open space in front of the two.

Its speed was extreme, leaving an afterimage in the air.

Jian Yi did not move.

Tang Xun did not move either.

The two were like two cold spectators, quietly watching this stupid wolf rush toward its end.

"Whoosh!"

The Yao Beast wolf leaped high into the air, its posture stretched, full of wild power.

It wanted to leap over that seemingly ordinary open space.

However.

There was no sound of landing.

And no scream.

At that instant, the scene experienced an extremely bizarre break.

The Yao Beast wolf, still in mid-air, was suddenly split into two halves.

From the tip of its nose to its tail, as neatly as if measured by a ruler.

Its upper body maintained the inertia of its sprint, flying forward three zhang.

While its lower body, as if having lost the pull of gravity, fell straight down.

The incision was smooth as a mirror.

Even the texture of the internal organs was clearly visible.

Until the two halves of the corpse hit the ground, the delayed blood suddenly gushed out, staining the black soil red.

This scene happened too quickly, too quietly.

So quiet that it made one's skin crawl.

Jian Yi's knuckles, gripping his sword, turned white.

He considered his swordsmanship superb; a single swing could sever metal and shatter stone.

But this kind of pure, unobstructed cutting still exceeded his scope of understanding.

That was not sharpness.

That was the rules.

It was a stroke casually made by this world when it rejected a foreign object.

If one did not use the Nascent Soul Stage teleportation Divine Ability, and relied solely on the Physical Body to resist, even he would follow in the footsteps of this stupid wolf.

"This is Falling Demon Valley."

Jian Yi's voice was somewhat dry.

For the first time, he felt an emotion called awe toward this place.

In comparison, that so-called fourth-rank Peak Yao Beast seemed much cuter.

After all, a Yao Beast can still be cut.

How do you cut this thing?

"Scared?"

Tang Xun walked over to the two halves of the wolf corpse and kicked the wolf's head, which still had its eyes open in death, with the tip of his toe.

His expression was very calm.

He even had the leisure to bend down and dig out the relatively intact Yao Beast core.

This calmness was not feigned.

When you have died once, you will realize that the emotion of fear is actually quite superfluous.

Jian Yi turned his head and took a deep look at Tang Xun.

This guy who was never serious and spouted nonsense all day was now displaying a composure that was reassuring.

It was as if... he had anticipated all of this.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Jian Yi asked.

"Being afraid is useless."

Tang Xun wiped the Yao Beast core on his red cloak and casually stuffed it into his bosom.

"My eyes, Bu Jingyun's, although they cannot see these damn things."

"But this body of mine is allergic to danger."

He pointed to his gaudy qilin arm.

"As long as I get within three zhang of these rifts, this arm of mine starts to itch."

"It's like having ants crawling inside the bones."

This was, of course, nonsense.

But that did not stop him from acting cool in front of Jian Yi.

Jian Yi was silent for a moment and nodded.

When a Body Cultivator reaches a certain Realm, they indeed possess a kind of beast-like intuition.

He just didn't expect Tang Xun's intuition to be so sharp.

The two moved one after the other, their speed as slow as old men strolling in a park.

Every step they took required a half-breath pause.

This turtle-like pace was simply torture for two high-level Cultivators.

But this was the only way to survive.

Tang Xun followed behind, his dead-fish eyes appearing to look around aimlessly, but in reality, his brain was running frantically.

He was memorizing the path.

Under that crooked tree on the left, there was a half-meter-long rift.

Next to that rock that looked like a turtle on the right, it was safe.

That small mound in front could not be stepped on; underneath was a spatial collapse zone.

Every coordinate, every reference point, was firmly carved into his brain.

This was not just for this simulation.

It was also for reality.

In this simulator, he could die, he could start over.

But in the real world, he only had one life.

This intelligence, exchanged for simulation attempts, was his capital for running rampant in Falling Demon Valley in reality.

"Move three steps to the left."

Tang Xun suddenly spoke.

Jian Yi in front did not hesitate at all, his figure instantly shifting horizontally to the left.

Right where he had originally stood, a faint black line appeared out of thin air and instantly vanished.

If one didn't look closely, it wouldn't be noticeable at all.

Jian Yi turned back, a layer of fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Just a moment ago, his Sword Intent had actually failed.

If not for Tang Xun's reminder, he might have already lost a leg.

"Thanks."

Jian Yi's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"You're welcome."

Tang Xun waved his hand, his blue curly hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

"We are partners."

"If you die, who will I find to attract the firepower?"

These words sounded harsh.

But Jian Yi found them pleasant to the ear.

At least they were ten thousand times better than those hypocrites who spouted righteousness and morality while stabbing you in the back.

The two continued forward.

This area was not large, just over ten li.

But they walked for a full two hours.

When they finally walked out of that twisted dead forest and saw the crimson lava field ahead.

Whether it was Tang Xun or Jian Yi, both felt as if they had been reborn.

It was too stifling.

That suffocating feeling of being wiped out at any moment was more tiring than facing several Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

"Ahead is the Heart of Molten Lava."

Jian Yi pointed to the volcano in the distance billowing black smoke.

The temperature in the air rose sharply.

The black soil on the ground turned into dark red rock, and golden-red lava flowed in the cracks.

A rich smell of sulfur hit their faces.

But in Tang Xun's eyes, this was simply a fairyland on earth.

Because there were no damn spatial rifts here.

Only tangible, visible, and touchable danger.

"Finally here."

Tang Xun adjusted his bright red cloak and strode toward the volcano.

"Let's go."

"Let's go meet that big long worm."

"By the way, teach it what it means—a mighty Dragon cannot suppress a local serpent."