305: Chapter 305 The Burial Abyss Closes, the Qin Family Annihilated?

As the Legacy of Venerable Tunling came to an end, the galaxy reversed, and light and shadow intertwined.

Jiang Han reappeared on the Void Realm platform in front of the Immortal Transformation Bridge.

The surroundings were empty; at this moment, Leng Qingqiu and Jian Changge had not yet appeared.

Jiang Han stood in place, calculating; he had obtained the Legacy of Venerable Tunling upon entering the palace this time.

Sister Qingqiu and Jian Changge must have also obtained something inside.

Not long after.

Two rays of light shone in succession from within the palace.

Two figures stepped out one after another.

Jian Changge still carried his sword box on his back, his clothes fluttering without any wind.

His body was surrounded by countless fine Sword Qi.

These Sword Qi were several times more solid than when he first stepped into this world.

As soon as Leng Qingqiu stepped out of the gate, the cold Dao aura of the Supreme Law dissipated by more than half.

Her gaze shifted, and the moment she saw Jiang Han, she lightly tapped the ground with her feet.

Using the technique of shrinking the ground to an inch, she arrived directly in front of Jiang Han.

"Husband." Leng Qingqiu called out softly.

Jiang Han raised his hand, stroked her face, and responded.

"Sister Qingqiu, what did you get inside?"

Leng Qingqiu parted her red lips slightly and smiled.

She extended her right hand forward.

The Storage Ring on her fingertip lit up with a faint glow, and an ancient guqin floated steadily in front of her.

The body of the guqin was like snow, engraved with immortal patterns.

Jiang Han's gaze fell upon the guqin.

The more he looked at this guqin, the more familiar it seemed.

Back in the Tomb of the Guqin Empress, when the phantom of the Empress appeared, wasn't this the very guqin she was holding?

When the Empress passed down her teachings back then, she did not leave behind any Magic Treasure.

He did not expect to find it now, here in the core of the arena within the Abyss of Buried Immortals.

Leng Qingqiu extended her slender, jade-like fingers and plucked the strings.

Zheng!

The sound of the qin was clear and resonant, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding Void Realm.

The power of slaughter spread outward with the sound of the qin.

Jiang Han nodded and turned to look at Jian Changge not far away.

Jian Changge met Jiang Han's gaze.

He stopped and cupped his hands in greeting.

Jiang Han nodded slightly in response.

Just as the three were conversing.

A thunderous roar came from the endless abyss beneath the platform.

The black Qi at the bottom of the abyss surged upward.

The grand spatial Law that had brought the three here descended once again.

Golden light fell from the void, transforming into three pillars of light.

They directly enveloped Jiang Han, Leng Qingqiu, and Jian Changge.

The Law of this Secret Realm in the Void Realm was forcibly retracted and slowly closed.

A sense of weightlessness struck.

It was not just this platform.

At this very moment, in all areas within the Abyss of Buried Immortals.

Whether they were in the sea region or had already left the sea region to head elsewhere, all Prodigies felt the change in the world.

Everyone felt the anomaly in the world at this moment.

The repulsive force of the Abyss of Buried Immortals erupted fully.

Beams of golden light descended, taking the surviving Cultivators away from this space.

Outside.

At the entrance to the Abyss of Buried Immortals.

Hundreds of figures were thrown out of the light one after another, landing outside the entrance.

The sounds of landing echoed one after another.

Some rolled on the ground several times before steadying themselves, while others held their severely injured fellow Disciples and wept bitterly.

"We're out!"

"The trial is over!"

The clamor of those who had survived the disaster exploded among the crowd.

At this moment, the leading Elders and protectors of the various top forces had long been waiting.

Seeing their Disciples appear, streams of light flew down from the high ground, rushing into the crowd to count the casualties.

At this time, the Jiang Family Disciples who had entered with Jiang Han and the others were also searching around.

They saw Jiang Han and Leng Qingqiu standing in front at a glance.

Both of them were filled with immortal power and were completely unharmed.

Not only did they show no signs of fatigue, but their auras were unknown times stronger than before they went in.

"Young Master! Young Mistress!" The crowd stepped forward quickly to pay their respects.

Jiang Han raised his hand, signaling them to dispense with the formalities.

Except for Jiang Xun, whom he had killed, there were no other losses among the others.

Saintess Chu Xinyan of the Moon God Palace led a group of female Disciples toward where Palace Master Xuanji was.

The Taixuan Sacred Land team also surrounded Jian Changge and began to check the headcount.

On the other side of the crowd.

Before Hua Yingrou could even stand steady, the Elder of the Hundred Flowers Palace hurried forward.

"Yingrou, are you hurt?" The Elder asked, reaching out to support her.

Hua Yingrou did not answer the Elder's question.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over the many figures, and locked onto Jiang Han in the distance at a glance.

Jiang Han seemed to sense something and turned his head.

Their gazes crossed the crowd and met.

Hua Yingrou's cheeks burned red instantly.

The image of being pressed onto his lap and spanked on the arena surfaced in her mind.

Her bottom seemed to start aching faintly again.

Hua Yingrou stamped her feet hard.

She turned her head away, grabbed the Elder's sleeve with both hands, and dragged her in the opposite direction.

She didn't even want to glance in Jiang Han's direction.

Jiang Han looked at her fleeing back and smiled.

Leng Qingqiu stood by Jiang Han's side.

She looked at Jiang Han, then followed his gaze toward the fleeing Hua Yingrou.

"Husband, do you like this type?" Leng Qingqiu asked.

Jiang Han withdrew his gaze and answered truthfully.

"It's alright."

Leng Qingqiu shot him a glance, turned her head away, and ignored him.

At this time, every family was confirming their casualties.

Only on a high ground on the west side was the atmosphere heavy.

The camp of the Qin Family.

The protector of Qin Wushuang who was leading the team stood on the edge of the high ground, hands behind his back, staring intently at the bustling crowd below.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

The people of the Taixuan Sacred Land had finished assembling.

The people of the Tianyuan Sacred Land retreated to their flying boat.

Mid-tier forces, small clans, and even Loose Cultivators had all found their respective gathering spots.

Only the people of the Qin Family were nowhere to be seen.

The protector stepped down from the high ground and wove through the edge of the crowd.

He reached out and grabbed the arm of a clan Disciple who was about to leave.

"Have you seen my Young Master, Qin Wushuang?" He asked loudly.

The clan Disciple, having his path blocked, looked up.

Seeing that it was an Elder of the Qin Family standing in front of him.

The color drained from the Disciple's face instantly, and his legs went weak.

He looked as if he had seen a soul-reaping ghost, waving his hands frantically and pushing away the hand of the Elder of the Qin Family with all his might.

He scrambled back to his own camp, not daring to say a single word.

The Elder of the Qin Family turned around and stopped a dozen more people in succession.

Everyone who heard the name Qin Wushuang had the same reaction of avoiding him as if he were a plague.

Some even directly threw out life-saving escape talismans, turning into rays of light and fleeing from his side on the spot.

The Elder of the Qin Family clenched his fists tightly.

Qin Wushuang was cultivated by the Qin Family with countless resources; now that Qin Changsheng was dead, absolutely nothing must happen to Qin Wushuang!

But now.

The teleportation for the entire Abyss of Buried Immortals had ended, and Qin Wushuang still had not come out.

Not only had Qin Wushuang not come out, but the elite Disciples of the Qin Family who had followed him inside had also not come out.

Completely wiped out?!

This thought took root and sprouted in the mind of the Elder of the Qin Family, spreading rapidly.

Absolutely impossible!

In this Immortal Realm, who would dare to touch the Young Master of the Qin Family?

The Elder of the Qin Family looked up.

His gaze swept across the entire scene, his old eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He stared at one Prodigy of the top forces after another.

Finally.

His gaze pierced through most of the wasteland and landed on Jiang Han's back.