National Guardian's Gone and We're Done Chapter 236 - 235: A Young Girl Bound to a Grayish-Brown Vin

Initially, Chu He had no intention of intervening.

He was intrigued by the middle-aged man and desperately wanted to recruit him for his folklore team.

This was because the Cyan Mountain Cetery was bizarre; it could actually interfere with Chu He’s Primordial Spirit Power.

This prevented him from using his power to get a clear grasp of the situation across all of Cyan Mountain.

Originally, Chu He had assud Cyan Mountain’s current strange and desolate state was caused by sothing left behind.

He believed it was the remnants of so ineradicable Mysterious Power.

Such a Mysterious Power was no longer a significant threat, nor would it coalesce into an Evil Spirit.

Even if an ordinary person were to stay on Cyan Mountain for years, it wouldn’t cause much harm to their body.

However, he never expected that the root of Cyan Mountain’s greatest problem lay within the Cyan Mountain Cetery itself.

When he was at the foot of the mountain, Chu He had been completely unaware of this.

In other words, sothing in the Cyan Mountain Cetery was capable of shielding against his Primordial Spirit Power.

After entering the Cyan Mountain Cetery, Chu He’s Primordial Spirit Power allowed him to perceive his imdiate surroundings.

He discovered sothing extrely interesting: there seed to be sothing amiss with the yellow soil here.

The very thing affecting his Primordial Spirit Power was this yellow soil, which looked ordinary and almost indistinguishable from the earth one might see anywhere.

Seeing that Chu He’s assault was relentless and showed no sign of letting up, the middle-aged man’s patience finally reached its limit.

He crossed his hands in an ancient and mysterious gesture, knuckles pressed tightly together, as if in silent prayer.

As he slowly pressed his palms downward, the yellow soil beneath his feet began to squirm and swell at an alarming rate.

It was not rely the movent of soil; it was more like the breathing of an enraged Mother Earth.

Every speck of dust contained a power that could not be underestimated.

This power converged into a surging tide of yellow sand, becoming an extension of the middle-aged man’s will.

With an almost tyrannical fury, it swept toward Chu He.

The scene was like the coming of the apocalypse, as the yellow sand blotted out the sky, carrying with it an irresistible aura of destruction.

At that critical mont, Yumizakura, who had been silent all this ti, finally revealed her transcendent side.

Countless specks of firefly-like light began to gather around her, shining like the most brilliant stars in the night sky.

They also resembled phosphorescent lights drifting in the deep sea, making her already stunning figure appear even more otherworldly, like a goddess descending upon the Mortal World.

Her steps were light and graceful, each one seemingly landing on a node of ti itself.

It was not just a feast for the eyes; her movents also contained an indescribable Magic Power.

The firefly-like lights flowed with her movents, weaving together into a series of flowing scrolls.

They painted the surroundings in a dreamlike hue, so beautiful that it overshadowed even the daylight, making it seem dim and dull.

But at that mont of supre splendor, the yellow soil erupting from the ground was like a great beast opening its maw, swallowing Yumizakura’s carefully orchestrated banquet of light in a single gulp.

The yellow sand and the firefly lights clashed violently in mid-air, only to rge with desperate speed.

They ultimately fell silent, forming an inconspicuous little mound that lay quietly on the earth-eroded ground.

This scene made Yumizakura’s expression turn grave in an instant, a flash of disbelief in her eyes.

She had never imagined that her power could be so easily suppressed by this seemingly ordinary yellow soil.

The yellow soil seed to contain so kind of power beyond imagination.

It wasn’t just a pile of matter; it was the embodint of natural law, an irresistible will of heaven and earth.

The air seed to freeze, leaving only the dull sound of yellow soil and sand churning together.

In that mont, the surging of the yellow soil transcended the laws of nature, becoming both mystical and unpredictable.

The middle-aged man’s figure blurred, and the distance of over ten ters vanished beneath his feet in an instant, his speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Even soone with Yumizakura’s level of Cultivation could only instinctively sense a faint ripple in space.

Imdiately after, the man’s oppressive, mountain-like figure was already standing right in front of her.

The middle-aged man’s face was cold, his eyes devoid of any hesitation or pity.

There was only a thirst for victory and absolute confidence in his power.

He raised his right arm, and in the instant it neared Yumizakura, it seed to be completely devoured by yellow soil.

It transford into an arm ford from countless tiny grains of sand, each one glittering with a faint yellow light.

This punch wasn’t just a clash of flesh and bone; it was a direct confrontation of the laws of power.

The middle-aged man’s fist, like the roar of an earth god, carried an alarming suppressive force that instantly enveloped Yumizakura.

Yumizakura felt an irresistible power surge into her from her palm.

Invisible shackles bound the very source of her power.

The Spiritual Power circulating within her body beca like a still lake, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

anwhile, the yellow soil on the ground, as if sensing the man’s will, surged madly like awakening beasts, scrambling to climb up and gradually subrge Yumizakura’s legs.

The yellow soil was no longer simple earth; it had beco viscous and powerful.

It seed to want to return this part of the world to chaos, to imprison Yumizakura forever beneath the boundless yellow sand and make her its eternal sacrifice.

The surrounding air grew abnormally heavy, as if ti itself had frozen in that mont.

Yumizakura’s anger finally erupted.

’I just wanted to show off for Chu He, but I ended up making a fool of myself instead.’

Her hands, once as gentle as jade, now transford into incomparably sharp claws, gleaming with an eerie blue fluorescence, like the coldest stars in the night sky.

Her body shot forward like a hunting cheetah, striking swiftly for the middle-aged man’s vitals.

Seeing this, a flicker of surprise crossed the middle-aged man’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew that any delay would only worsen the situation, so he unhesitatingly swung his arm of condensed earth again, preparing to crush Yumizakura’s attack with thunderous force.

When the seemingly indestructible arm of yellow soil collided with Yumizakura’s fluorescent claws, sothing unexpected happened.

The power of this favored child of the earth proved to be incredibly fragile against Yumizakura’s claws. It was torn to shreds in an instant, as if made of paper-mâché, dissolving into a sky full of yellow sand that scattered in all directions.

The middle-aged man’s arm trembled slightly, but he imdiately stabilized himself.

His severed earthen arm seed to possess a self-healing ability; it squird and fused back together rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it was as good as new, and even thicker and more powerful than before, radiating a might that could not be ignored.

Although Yumizakura’s strike was fierce, it ca at a heavy price.

She felt the power within her, already suppressed, being dealt another blow. It was now tightly bound by invisible Chains, completely unable to circulate freely.

The middle-aged man seized this rare opportunity, rcilessly throwing a punch that contained all his strength.

The punch tore through the air with a sound that seed capable of ripping space itself as it shot toward Yumizakura.

Although Yumizakura struggled to resist, she was ultimately unable to withstand this imnse power.

She felt an overwhelming force surge into her body, and she was sent flying like a broken kite, tracing a long arc through the air.

She finally crashed heavily onto the ground in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Is this what you’re trying to protect?"

Just then, Chu He’s voice rang out.

The middle-aged man stiffened, instinctively looking behind him.

He saw that all the burial mounds had been brutally forced open by Chu He.

Gray-brown vines wreathed in black mist snaked out from within them.

At the sa ti, bound to the thickest of these gray-brown vines, was a young woman.

She looked to be in her twenties, but she seed to be trapped in an eternal slumber.