97: Chapter 97 Descending to the Edge of the Great Wilderness! Miasma and Fox Shadows Ahead

She let out a suppressed, delicate cry and buried her face deep into Gu Yi's chest once again.

The night wind high above was originally as biting as a blade, but within that thick, circulating barrier of Pure Yang True Essence, there remained only an intoxicating warmth and a romantic atmosphere that made one's heart race.

The sun rose and the moon set; day and night alternated.

Traveling by Flying Sword for a Cultivator is monotonous, yet it holds a sense of vastness, as if detached from the world.

Unknowingly, this massive Flying Sword, carrying the three of them, had been flying steadily over the border of the Central Plains for several days and nights.

Over these past few days, Gu Yi stood at the head of the sword with his hands behind his back, like an immovable monument, his endless True Essence supporting the Flying Sword as it broke through layers of clouds and waves.

The scenery behind them was undergoing a heaven-turning, earth-shattering change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, rich in Spiritual Qi and arranged in intricate patterns, had long been left far behind.

Replacing them was the ruggedness and desolation gradually revealing itself on the land below.

The plains disappeared, and rising from the ground were treacherous mountain ranges, continuous like the spines of giant beasts.

The rivers were no longer clear and gentle, but had turned into rushing, roaring, muddy yellow angry Dragons, wantonly carving through the earth in deep canyons.

The pure Spiritual Qi that had originally filled the air gradually became mottled and violent, even mixed with a trace of savage, fishy odor that made one's blood surge.

At the tail of the sword, Liu Qingwan, who had been dozing while leaning against her giant wine gourd, slowly opened her alluring peach-blossom eyes.

She extended a finger, white and jade-like, and gently rubbed the center of her brows, which were slightly swollen from a hangover.

The moment she straightened her posture, her dark red robe slipped slightly, revealing her voluptuous curves.

Liu Qingwan stood up and walked slowly to the edge of the Flying Sword, looking down at the vast land below that seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

Feeling that trace of mixed Aura seeping through the barrier, her originally casual gaze gradually became covered with the sharpness belonging to a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse.

"The smell in this wind carries a scent of decay and blood that has lingered for years." Liu Qingwan lifted her wine gourd and took a gulp of strong liquor; the spicy liquid rolled down her throat, dispelling the morning chill. "Gu Yi, have we completely stepped out of the territory of the Human Race Cultivators now?"

Gu Yi faced the dawn's light and nodded slightly.

"That's right. The tens of thousands of miles of territory ahead is a lawless land, not bound by any rules of the Central Plains' cultivation world." Gu Yi's voice was steady, without the slightest ripple. "The Great Wilderness."

Hearing these two words, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, who had been standing quietly by Gu Yi's side, subconsciously gripped the azure longsword in her hand.

During the few days of solitude in the clouds, her originally cold and frosty temperament had gained a touch of gentleness and tenderness that she only revealed in front of Gu Yi.

Her light blue dress rustled in the wind. Although she did not speak, her clear eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.

As long as it was a place where the man beside her wanted to step foot, even if it were a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, or the Nine Nether Abyss, she would draw her sword and follow without hesitation.

"Prepare to descend."

Gu Yi's gaze was like a torch, his vision piercing through the thick clouds ahead and locking onto the end of his sight.

Under the firmament, a primeval forest like a black ocean lay across the land, endless as far as the eye could see.

Every ancient tree was so thick that it required dozens of people to embrace it; the lush branches and leaves blocked out the sky and sun, keeping all sunlight out, causing the interior of that vast forest to never see the light of day all year round, exuding a darkness that seemed to want to devour people.

And at the edge of that vast, ancient jungle, a "high wall" rose, piercing the clouds.

It was a natural barrier woven from countless miasma. Purple poisonous mist, sickly green miasma, and dark red unknown smoke clouds devoured and rolled within this barrier, like a huge monster with life, emitting a heart-palpitating Aura of death.

"Zheng——"

Gu Yi changed the sword art in his hand.

The massive cyan Flying Sword let out a low Dragon's roar, its head suddenly pressing down, carrying an indomitable Aura as it broke through the heavy clouds and dove toward the edge of the ancient forest.

A violent sense of weightlessness accompanied the thunderous whistling of the wind in his ears.

The translucent barrier of True Essence sparked brilliantly as it rubbed against the violent airflow below.

Gu Yi was as steady as Mount Tai, controlling the Flying Sword to pause abruptly at a height of several dozen zhang from the ground, unloading that terrifying downward force.

The Flying Sword glided lightly over a giant thorn forest covered with barbs, and finally hovered slowly over a relatively open, dark red rocky highland.

Gu Yi flicked his large sleeve, removing the True Essence barrier that had been maintained for several days.

The three of them tapped their toes lightly and landed gracefully on the hard rocky ground.

The giant cyan sword in mid-air shrank rapidly, turning into a stream of light that steadily entered Gu Yi's storage ring.

As soon as their feet touched the land of the Great Wilderness, a primitive Aura, ten times stronger than that in the high altitude, rushed towards them.

It was a complex smell mixed with the fishy scent of soil, the exotic fragrance of Spirit Medicine, and the droppings of unknown Yao Beasts; this was the smell of nature's most primitive and cruel Law of survival.

Liu Qingwan tied her wine gourd back to her waist.

In the blink of an eye, a Soul Transformation Stage Sword Intent that shot straight into the clouds erupted from her body.

Her dark red robe moved without wind, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her Divine Sense spread out like ripples, vigilantly guarding against any surprise attacks that might appear at any time on this strange land.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue also took half a step forward, flanking Gu Yi on the left and right with Liu Qingwan, protecting him in a pincer formation.

The azure longsword let out a crisp sword chime, and half of its blade was already unsheathed.

Cold Sword Qi circled around her, instantly freezing the few wisps of thin miasma that approached into ice chips, which fell in a flurry.

Gu Yi stood in the center of the two women, hands behind his back, his deep gaze crossing the highland in front, staring straight at the churning, thick miasma hundreds of steps away.

Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred ahead.

Within that colorful, churning, and interwoven poisonous miasma, the mist at the edge appeared to have an irregular distortion.

Gu Yi's eyes narrowed slightly; he did not release his Divine Sense, relying only on his vision that surpassed that of ordinary people, locking tightly onto a shadow deep within the miasma.

"Shashasha..."

A sound of dry leaves rubbing, so slight it was almost imperceptible, came from the dark ancient wood forest behind the miasma.

Immediately after, a slender, long silhouette flashed and disappeared like a ghost in the dense purple poisonous mist.

That shadow was extremely fast, almost blending into the surrounding environment, but Gu Yi still clearly captured the multiple fluffy tails behind the shadow, spreading out like a peacock displaying its feathers.

A Fox Shadow.

The advance scouts of the Great Wilderness's Qingqiu had clearly already sensed the arrival of these three uninvited guests.

Liu Qingwan's fingers rested on the hilt of her sword, and Sword Qi faintly flickered at her fingertips: "Do you need me to make a move and keep it here?"

"No need." Gu Yi said softly, stopping Liu Qingwan's action.

He took a step, the hem of his green robe sweeping over the dark red rock.

The two stunning Sword Cultivators followed closely behind, and the figures of the three walked steadily toward the depths of the churning, thick miasma without hesitation.