Chapter 542: The Shape of the Soul! Sword Forging!

Chapter 542: The Shape of the Soul! Sword Forging!

Su Ping stood motionless, momentarily unsure of what to do.

He wasn't sure if there was a real problem or if he was overthinking it.

Or perhaps, the special thing was actually himself, because at this moment, the biggest difference between him and others, especially in dealing with the Tomb of Heaven, was the Tomb of Heaven mark in his mind.

Was the existence of this thing the main reason for the influence? But was it good or bad?

He didn't know.

But at this moment, deep within his soul, the Tomb of Heaven mark lit up once again.

The deafening sound continued, but the strange sensation of drilling into his brain had disappeared.

Su Ping exhaled and looked at the bewildered Zhu Linxin without saying or asking anything more.

At this moment, he himself wasn't clear about the situation.

If he were to rashly cause the other party to panic, the situation would obviously become worse.

"Master Su, what should we do now?"

Zhu Linxin blinked at Su Ping.

At this moment, Su Ping didn't feel the slightest joy or excitement at finding a way to dispel the gray mist.

Instead, he exhaled and looked at Zhu Linxin intently:

"The purpose of this trip is twofold. First, we need to rendezvous with the rest of the large force members! After such a long period of training, as long as the team members gather, and if something happens, they can take care of each other. At the same time, if any problems arise, they can be discovered at the first time."

Zhu Linxin nodded.

"Second, this is the main purpose of this trip. You just heard those voices, and according to my guess, they should be coming from a being deep within the Tomb of Heaven. Once we find that thing and destroy it,

Not only will our mission be completed smoothly, but at that time, even the hidden dangers of the entire Tomb of Heaven may be resolved! At that time, the Northern Legion will no longer have to face the Ghost Tide in the Northern Border for a long time!"

However, for now, we should first determine the operating rules of this Tomb of Heaven, and it's not too late to act."

As Su Ping spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Zhu Linxin, who showed no signs of abnormality and nodded again:

"Good! In that case, Master Su, wherever you say we should go, we will go."

As he spoke, Zhu Linxin raised the small black sword in his hand.

However, at this moment, the two of them realized that the small black sword had somehow slowly transformed into a faint stream of air. As soon as it was brought out, it dissipated into ashes and continue our mission."

"This..."

Su Ping's eyebrows furrowed:

"Don't worry, the gray mist passage you opened behind you is still there. Since you just said that these gray mist swords are made by these undead, it's not too late to wait a little longer!"

Sure enough, not long after, at the edge of the gray mist, the figures of the undead appeared again.

This time, Su Ping didn't let Qian Yi take action again. Together with Zhu Linxin, they disappeared into the gray mist passage, and he summoned Xiao Qing again.

In addition to Xiao Qing's superior control, he was also worried about whether Zhu Linxin had any other hidden actions.

However, it seemed that he really didn't have any other actions, which slightly eased Su Ping's mind.

According to the previous calculations, the interval between each sword sound was about thirty minutes.

And Su Ping waited for thirty minutes here.

The undead, as Zhu Linxin said, were indeed not, or at least not just there to cause trouble for Su Ping. They gathered around the black stele, and when the next sword sound rang out, their bodies seemed to become soulless shells.

These shells, soft and limp, fell onto the stele and directly melted away, turning into ashes and seemingly disappearing into the soil beneath their feet and the surrounding gray mist.

At this moment, the black stele seemed to come to life, and as the undead continued to wriggle, it eventually transformed from a stele into the small black sword Su Ping had seen earlier.

Finally.

The previous undead disappeared completely, becoming the small black sword.

Then, the small sword hovered in the air, and the next second, the disappeared stele reappeared.

Su Ping didn't move, as he still wanted to see what was going on with the small black sword.

However.

As if sensing Su Ping and Zhu Linxin's gaze, the small sword floated there, motionless.

Su Ping's eyebrows furrowed.

That feeling appeared again.

This Tomb of Heaven space seemed like an extremely precise instrument.

Every link, every step, seemed to be interconnected.

And they, like spectators who had accidentally entered this instrument factory, would cause unusual situations if they intervened in the operation of the machinery.

However, if they did nothing, everything would return to normal.

Perhaps this was the principle of the Heavenly Tomb itself.

At this moment, Su Ping seemed to be no longer in a hurry.

He just kept looking at the small black sword in front of him.

Soon, another half-hour passed.

The deafening sound appeared again, and then, the small sword vanished once more in front of the two of them.

After that, three minutes later, the undead beings reappeared.

Despite this, Su Ping and Zhu Linxin waited for another half-hour, continuing to wait for the next round.

He had thoroughly figured out the operating pattern within this Heavenly Tomb Hidden Realm.

The first sword sound signaled the appearance of the undead, and then, they waited for the second sword sound, which would shatter them into pieces, serving as nourishment for the tombstone, transforming into the black small sword, the same object Zhu Linxin had used to carve through the gray mist.

Then, the next wave of undead arrived, repeating all the actions of the previous round.

When the third sword sound appeared, the black small sword vanished, and the undead from the previous round transformed back into the black small sword, repeating the entire process.

Just as Su Ping felt, the situation in this Heavenly Tomb was like a highly meticulous and monotonous factory.

The process was repeated over and over again.

After thoroughly confirming this, Su Ping no longer hesitated and directly grabbed the newly formed black small sword.

Holding the object in his hand, Su Ping had an indescribable special feeling.

The thing in front of him seemed to be a living creature, wriggling in his hand. Moreover, after he grasped it, there was an indescribable attraction, making him feel almost ethereal.

He shook his head vigorously and turned to look behind him:

"Xin Ge!"

"Ah, oh, are we leaving now?"

Su Ping's eyebrows furrowed, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

He thought for a moment and took something out of his Beast Control Space.

It was a bottle of silver magic potion, which he handed to Zhu Linxin.

"Xin Ge, drink it."

Zhu Linxin was a bit puzzled but took it nonetheless.

This potion was not just any other potion; it was the special mental potion created for him by the Emerald Dreamland in Dragon City after he obtained the Heavenly Tomb Mark.

However, he could put away the Heavenly Tomb Mark, so he didn't have much use for the potion, thus he kept it all.

Watching Zhu Linxin drink it in one go, Su Ping looked at him: "How do you feel?"

Zhu Linxin was taken aback: "No particular feeling? Master Su, what kind of potion is this?"

Su Ping pursed his lips: "Nothing much, it just restores spirit energy..."

Zhu Linxin nodded and continued to follow behind Su Ping.

Sure enough, with the strange small sword in hand, the gray mist automatically opened a passage.

Qian Yi stood in front of Su Ping, while Xiao Qing guarded by his side. Su Ping spoke to Zhu Linxin behind him, offhandedly:

"Xin Ge, you told me before, where are you from?"

Zhu Linxin smiled:

"Tianfu Province! Hehe, my old man doesn't know how accomplished I am now! Before we came, I called home and only then did I find out how great you are, Master Su. I mean, why would someone with such a bright future come to this damn place with us?"

Su Ping laughed at the mix of standard Mandarin and Tianfu Province dialect: "You say it like that, but aren't you also destined for great things? Some things just have to be done."

Zhu Linxin grinned, his smile seemingly easing the despair of this gloomy, silent world:

"You're right. Last New year, when I went home, those girls who used to ignore me, tsk tsk...

Too bad, the confidentiality rules don’t allow me to reveal anything about you, but Master Su, once we get back, we can take a photo together, let them know..."

Su Ping couldn't help butting:

"Let's talk about going back when we get back..."

Damn, if he didn’t cut him off, this guy would probably plant all the flags he could.

However, he soon continued the casual chat:

"Tell me about your family."

"Sure, sure..."

Mentioning his family, the man, who was almost a generation older than Su Ping, had a gentle light in his eyes.

Su Ping listened while his steps never stopped.

Finally, after about ten minutes, he felt the small paper figure in his pocket, used to detect nearby people, showing new movement again!

Sure enough, the gray mist in front of him grew thinner, and soon, behind the faint mist, a large gray-black ground appeared. At this moment, two people were there, and one of them was the person Su Ping knew best!

"Captain Li?"

That's right, the one standing there was Li Feng.

Li Feng was also surprised at seeing Su Ping, and he was much more excited and moved:

"Master Su! Great, you're okay! That's so good."

Su Ping, after the initial surprise, quickly regained his composure and directly asked:

"Captain Li, how are things here?

Li Feng nodded first, then shook his head:

"Master Su is able to come out, which means he already understands the rules of the Heavenly Tomb. However, the number of ferocious beasts in the Heavenly Tomb is ridiculously low, and their levels aren't high either. It's just strange. I only found Liang Yifan."

Liang Yifan, who was nearby, also greeted them.

Su Ping nodded:

"You should have heard the constant sword ringing. That's what we're here for in the Heavenly Tomb, but the environment in the Heavenly Tomb is too unique. It's impossible for one person to find the location and whereabouts of that thing, so..."

Li Feng nodded:

"Master Su, we have the same idea. So, Liang Yifan and I have prepared a spider web-like search route. Starting from the current gathering point, we will spread out in the direction of the spider web, not only to search for the whereabouts of the mastermind behind the scenes but also to gather the remaining team members for a unified allocation!"

Based on my discovery, the Death Crow summoned by the Scarecrow of Night Ravens can penetrate a part of the gray mist. When exploring, we can make full use of this. We must find the next tombstone before each sword ringing..."

Li Feng seemed to be unaffected at all, as he meticulously explained everything to those present.

Zhu Linxin and Liang Yifan also understood the captain's plan. At the same time, the Scarecrow of Night Ravens, which was prepared as a probing type pet, was ready to stand by.

It must be said that at this moment, when they saw Li Feng, the captain of the Heavenly Tomb team, the previous depression in the Heavenly Tomb dissipated a lot.

The guy in front of them gave an immense sense of security and trustworthiness.

However, the man looked at a mechanical watch, then quickly glanced at Liang Yifan and Zhu Linxin, before saying:

"Okay, time's almost up. Liang Yifan, go back to the tombstone you were just at, and take the black sword. As for you, Zhu Linxin, stay here and prepare to take the black sword that will appear at this Heavenly Tomb point. From now on, this place will be named the center point.

The other points will be named according to the compass directions, starting with Direction 1 Node, and so on! Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

"Action!"

The young man named Liang Yifan, who was following Li Feng, quickly headed towards the gray mist passage on the edge.

Zhu Linxin, on the other hand, followed the instructions and hid to the side, waiting for the countdown and the impending sword ringing.

However, at this moment, Li Feng gave Su Ping a signal, and the two of them walked together.

Even with this obvious action, Zhu Linxin seemed not to notice or was much slower to react.

After the two of them came together, Li Feng exhaled and whispered:

"Master Su, you've been with Linxin all the way, and you should have noticed something unusual, right?"

Su Ping nodded, then thought for a moment and said:

"That sword ringing seems..."

Li Feng didn't speak but took out something from the Beast Control Space.

It was an extremely special machine.

Calling it a machine was even somewhat inaccurate because behind the machine's connection were two strange compound eyes, as if they had been dug out from some ferocious beast.

"This is..."

"This is a soul detector, a rare device in the Legion used to detect injuries and pollution affecting the soul. The specific principle doesn't need to be explained now. Just look at this..."

Li Feng seemed to be adjusting something on the device, then aimed it at Zhu Linxin, who was not far away. Su Ping saw the two strange compound eyes emitting a special wave that enveloped Zhu Linxin.

Then, a virtual shadow appeared on the display screen.

"This is a soul..."

However, when Su Ping saw the so-called soul on the display screen, he was slightly taken aback.

What does a person's soul look like?

It depends on the body.

Normally, the soul's appearance would match the person's body.

However, at this moment, the soul hidden within Zhu Linxin's body, Zhu Linxin's soul, appeared strangely...

His soul was extremely straight, even too straight.

"This is..."

Su Ping's pupils suddenly shrank.

However, at this moment, that familiar voice appeared again!

'Ding!'

Clear and dull, yet it felt like it was drilling into their skulls.

Su Ping resisted this voice's attack on his soul and spirit with all his might.

His gaze remained fixed on the so-called soul detector.

Behind the soul detector was Zhu Linxin's soul, which was being targeted.

At this moment, it changed again, accompanied by that voice.

'Clang!'

Another sword ringing sounded.

The feeling became more and more realistic.

With this sound, the image also changed slightly.

Zhu Linxin's soul became straighter.

'Ding!'

Finally, amidst these dull sounds, Su Ping understood.

This constant sword ringing

was forging a person's soul into a sword.

(End of Chapter)

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