The dense fog enveloped like substance, gradually thinning, revealing a strange scene.
Lv San and Wu Ba turned their heads to survey the surroundings, seeing beneath their feet the ancient street of bluestone and ramd earth mixed, extending in all directions, with no end in sight.
The mist was dim, and the houses on both sides were in ruins, as if they had entered the Netherworld ghost domain.
Seeing this, their hearts involuntarily tensed.
Wu Ba clenched his iron fist, vigilantly observing the surroundings, while Lv San held the Yang Jue hand seal, listening closely.
Entering this Nine Gates Yin Ruins, Divine Skills and spells could still be perford.
Certain special Magic Artifacts, like Li Yan's Duan Chen Blade, could also be used.
But Wu Ba's Tiger-Squat Cannon could not appear in this space.
Just then, Lv San's ears slightly moved, and he made a shushing gesture.
Wu Ba imdiately lowered his body, looking into the distance.
Rustle~
Within the mist, a figure slowly appeared.
Lo and behold, it was a large rat, sneaky, sotis walking upright, sotis crouching to sniff around, like a little thief.
This guy was still alive…
Seeing it, Lv San's lips curved into a slight smile.
This guy was a Mouse Spirit hiding in Nine Gates Yin Ruins, specialized in stealing Earth Spirit's incense.
Li Yan had followed it to sneak into this place.
The entrance of the Land God Temple had been discovered and destroyed by the Ancestral Affairs Office, but unexpectedly, this guy managed to escape and survive to this day.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the Mouse Spirit turned into mist and burrowed underground.
Lv San's ears twitched, pulling Wu Ba into a hiding place in the dilapidated house.
Before long, they saw several yellow-robed magicians appearing in the distance.
Each holding an Ancient Jade Sacrificial Artifact, with Yellow Talisman bound at their feet, wind roaring and mist dragons accompanying, clearly using so kind of secret technique for rapid movent.
In the blink of an eye, these Ancestral Affairs Office magicians vanished.
"What do we do?"
Wu Ba released his clenched fist, asking gruffly.
Since the incident at Nine Gates Yin Ruins, the Ancestral Affairs Office had strengthened its guard. Fatty Lin and the others managed to sneak in by taking advantage of the Academy's opening ceremony.
Now, entering was a daunting task.
Lv San pondered, looking at the covertly appearing Mouse Spirit again, chuckled silently, and gestured with his eyes, "Follow it."
The two of them held their breaths, sneaking along the bluestone street.
Just as Lv San suspected, for the Rat Demon to endure so long in Nine Gates Yin Ruins, it must have a special sense for danger.
Whenever an Ancestral Affairs Office patrol approached, it would quickly vanish.
Thus, they effortlessly passed through the Ancestral Affairs Office's defense line.
In the mist, the outline of a majestic city tower slowly erged.
On top were three large characters, Chongwen Gate.
The towering gate hovered in mid-air, moving slowly.
When moved to a special position, the gate would rumble open.
The Mouse Spirit leading ahead showed no hesitation, darting through the gate and vanishing into the air.
"Follow it!"
Lv San shouted softly, leaping forward with Wu Ba.
Ti was tight, and the longer Fatty Lin and the others' divine souls remained inside, the more dangerous it beca.
Knowing the perilous nature of this place, they had little choice but to proceed.
After a brief hindrance sensation, the scene before them spun upside down!
The dense fog was torn open, and the piercing uproar hit them.
"What's going on?"
Seeing the scene before him, Lv San was montarily dumbfounded.
He recalled Li Yan saying that behind Chongwen Gate lay strange streets and Ghost Market.
Yet, now it had changed appearance.
In front of them was a brightly lit Academy corridor.
With carved beams and painted rafters, sonorous reading voices, Confucian scholars in pre-dynastic robes, sitting upright, reciting 'Analects', with sandalwood incense wafting, and portraits of sages hanging high on the walls, presenting a scene of rich literary and cultural flourishing.
"This is..." Wu Ba paused, his massive fra montarily unsure where to move.
But Lv San sharply sensed the faint sll of blood in the air.
However, the tranquil literary atmosphere before them lasted less than a mont, as if a painting was torn from the inside.
The sound of reading transford into shrill screams!
The bright lights were instantly soaked in blood.
Those mild-mannered Confucians' faces twisted, becoming intensely sinister, their eyes crimson, wielding spears and curved blades, crazily slashing each other.
Their long gowns were soaked with blood, the portraits of sages torn and trampled. The clash of blades, the sound of flesh and bones breaking, the dying wails, interwove into a cruel symphony of hell.
"Kill! Kill all these pedantic scholars!"
"Defend our literary lineage! Execute the traitors!"
The frantic roar hit their eardrums.
This wasn't a simple battle, but utter madness.
A suffocating aura of murderous intent and violent bloodlust, like a tangible tide, suddenly overwheld Lv San and Wu Ba.
"Go!"
Seeing the frenzied scholars charging, Lv San pulled Wu Ba along to flee.
He knew these were re reflections from a long-gone ti, impossible to kill.
As for what had transpired, he couldn't be bothered to figure out.
The Academy was imnsely vast, inevitably getting pursued by the frenzied scholars. Fortunately, with Wu Ba's overwhelming brute strength breaking through, they knocked all strange scholars aside.
Every Spiritual Pet couldn't be brought inside, so Lv San's combat power was naturally reduced.
Crash!
Just as they rushed out of the gate, the "Academy Blood Prison" scene shattered like a mirror!
Their feet unsteady, they stumbled backward, feeling the world spinning, appearing in another place.
Boom!
Instantaneously, the deafening roar of cannon fire replaced the slaughter.
Blazing airwaves carried with them the sll of gunpowder and scorching, fiercely assaulting their senses.
They stood impressively atop a damaged city tower!
Beneath them lay a purgatory of burning city fires.
Large earth cannon muzzles spewed flas, and below, a horde of rebels wielding various weapons and bizarrely marked with the lotus insignias of Maitreya Sect, along with barbarian Iron Cavalry on tall horses, clad in armor and holding sharp blades.
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