164: C164 A Forgotten History

C164 A Forgotten History

At this moment, the sky above Netherpassage Peak had split open!

An incomparably huge black crack suddenly appeared.

An incomparably thick black fog erupted from within, rolling like a tide and spreading towards the bottom of the mountain like an avalanche.

In Su Jin's the Eye of Illusions, it was as if he could see a terrifying existence, as if it was hiding in the black crack, trying to come out.

"What exactly is this!?"

Su Jin sucked in a breath of cold air, and his facial expression became extremely solemn. Just this unusual scene alone was enough to make people tremble in fear. What could the thing inside the black crack be?

Let's go. Immediately, an ominous thought emerged in his mind. No matter what was inside the crack, Su Jin knew it. It was definitely not something he could deal with. When the sky fell, it came from the tall roof. He was just a small martial master, so he shouldn't stay here and join in the fun.

At this moment, Yu Feng's lackeys' faces were filled with disbelief. Some of them started to frantically beg for mercy from Su Jin, while others turned around and prepared to escape. What puzzled Su Jin was that these people didn't seem to notice the unusual phenomenon in the sky.

Su Jin suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and pointed his finger repeatedly. Sharp True Qi instantly knocked down a few martial artists who were trying to escape.

In the next moment, fear appeared on the faces of those martial artists. No one dared to run anymore. They all knelt on the ground and cried for mercy.

"All of you shut up."

Su Jin shouted coldly. Immediately, all of the warriors became quiet. They were all crying and looking at Su Jin in fear.

"Didn't you see that thing in the sky?"

Su Jin looked at the martial master with the highest cultivation and asked.

The Martial Mentor Stage warrior looked like he was about to cry. He immediately said, "Master, I didn't see anything. Please forgive me!"

As soon as he begged for mercy, the others also started to beg for mercy.

As expected, Su Jin didn't notice anything. The uneasiness in his heart became stronger. He could vaguely feel that he could see the black crack because of his the Eye of Illusions, and ordinary people might not be able to see the black crack.

"Hand over all the demon cores you have, and then get lost."

Su Jin shouted coldly. He didn't plan to kill these people. He believed that even if these people left Netherpassage Peak, they wouldn't dare to tell anyone about what had happened here, not to mention that they might not be able to leave this place alive.

The terrifying scene in the sky gave Su Jin a strong sense of crisis. He had to leave Netherpassage Peak as soon as possible.

These people were overjoyed when they heard this. They hurriedly handed over all their belongings and quickly fled, as if they were afraid that Su Jin would go back on his word.

From the corpses of Yu Feng and these people, Su Jin had obtained a total of dozens of demon cores. However, these demon cores were not killed by Su Jin himself, so the number of people required to open the treasure chest had not decreased.

"Finish the number of slots for the treasure chest as soon as possible, and then leave Netherpassage Peak immediately."

Su Jin's expression was solemn. He felt that the appearance of the black crack meant that something terrible was about to happen. Before that, he had to open the treasure chest as soon as possible.

At this moment, at the peak of Netherpassage Peak, a group of human warriors with gloomy auras were lined up in two rows. They were all half-squatting on the ground, with their heads buried, as if they were praying for something.

In front of the two rows of human warriors, there was a handsome man. A tall young man stood alone, holding a black flag in his hand. He spoke in a language that didn't seem human. As he chanted, the black crack in the sky began to expand at a visible rate.

The handsome young man had a serious expression on his face. He kept chanting. Suddenly, the void trembled. Inside the black crack... As if something had awakened, a fanatical expression appeared on the young man's face. "I've received a response. I've finally received a response. Hahahahaha!"

Buzz! Buzz!

With a loud bang, the black crack seemed to let out a roar. At the same time, it seemed as if something was shattering. After a series of violent movements, everything returned to normal.

"Human, why is the Black Water King Banner in your hands? Speak."

An incomparably cold voice came out from the crack. This voice clearly wasn't a human's language. But all the human martial artists present could understand it, and it was also in the voice. They felt an endless temptation, an endless evil. It was as if it could make their souls tremble.1

Immediately, fear appeared on everyone's faces.

The young man swallowed his saliva, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. "Sir Devil Envoy, I am a disciple of the Five Spirit Sect. I was ordered to bring this banner to meet you."

"Five Spirit Sect? So it was a force created by the followers of the Spirit King. No wonder they had the token of the king."

The voice became much calmer, "Human, how long has it been in the outside world?"

"It has been six thousand years since the lord was sealed in the True Martial Continent."

The young man replied respectfully.

"Six thousand years? No wonder when I woke up, I sensed that the True Spirits of my subordinates were completely gone. Although our Sunflower Water Spirit Clan has a longer lifespan than humans, we only have a few experts. We can only survive for six thousand years."

The voice seemed to be reminiscing, but it also seemed to contain anger. "However, in the end, for the history of our Sunflower Water Spirit Clan... Six thousand years is not a long time, but for you humans... The world has changed. Does the True Martial Dynasty still exist? "

" My lord, back then, Great Sovereign Zhen Wu sealed all of you with his life as the price. No one was in charge of the True Martial Dynasty. In the end, the True Martial Dynasty fell apart. Now, on the True Martial Continent... It has been split into four big kingdoms, and countless small kingdoms have been formed. "

The young man hurriedly reported, but his face revealed a mocking smile. "Furthermore, after such a long period of history, the humans of this continent... Almost all of them have forgotten the name of True Martial Dynasty, and even the name of Great Sovereign Zhen Wu... No one remembers. "

Hearing this, the voice remained silent for a long time.

"Even as my enemy, I still remember the glory of the True Martial Monarch, but you humans have forgotten about it. How ridiculous."

The voice finally turned into endless contempt, "You humans are always ungrateful. Even your Five Spirit Sect claimed to be the most loyal follower of Lord Spirit King. Didn't it also go through six thousand years? There was no sign of the rescue king. "

After saying that, the voice's tone became gloomy, and a dangerous fluctuation was emitted from the air.

The young man's complexion changed, and he hurriedly explained, "Sir Devil Envoy, you misunderstood. In the battle six thousand years ago, not only was the saint race sealed, but they were also sealed. Our Five Spirit Sect also suffered a great loss, and nearly our entire sect was annihilated. After six thousand years, countless ancient records of the various sects had been lost in the annals of history. Fortunately, our Sect Master Greatest Ambition has been working hard to rule, and has restored some of the sect's vital energy. Only then did he find out about the deeds of the Spirit Kings from some of the sect ruins. The mission to rescue the Lords immediately started to move."

"Is that so?" The voice did not deny it and said, "You believers are actually so loyal, I have misunderstood you, what is your name?"

"I dare not, I dare not, I am Qin Zongyi"

The young man revealed a flattering smile and said his name.

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