Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 547 Undercurrents Beneath the Peace

In the days following the defeat of the Dark Demon God, the cultivation world enjoyed a long-awaited period of peace. In the Lingxiao Pavilion, Zhang Peng and his companions became revered heroes, attracting numerous cultivators daily who came to visit, either to seek guidance on cultivation or to express their gratitude and admiration.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the courtyard of Lingxiao Pavilion, where Zhang Peng was engaged in his daily cultivation. The power of the illuminating stars flowed within him, and with each breath, he seemed to feel the rhythm of the stars. Murong Yu practiced his swordsmanship nearby, the Chaos Breeze Sword dancing in his hands, creating dazzling sword shadows, the sword wind whistling and rustling the surrounding flowers and plants. Liu Ruoli sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, gently playing her jade flute, producing a melodious tune that resonated in the air, as if telling their adventure story. Su Yi concealed himself in the shadows of the courtyard, silently cultivating forbidden dark arts. Although the forces of darkness had been defeated, he knew that the pursuit of power was endless. Lan Bing cast ice spells, freezing a small pond in the courtyard into a crystal-clear ice surface. She danced gracefully on the ice, her movements light and agile, like an ice fairy.

"These peaceful days are truly comforting." Murong Yu stopped wiping his sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

Zhang Peng opened his eyes, the power of stars shimmering within them: "Yes, but we cannot let our guard down. Although the forces of darkness have been destroyed, there may still be remnants lurking in the shadows."

Liu Ruoli stopped playing and nodded slightly: "Zhang Peng is right, we cannot let our guard down. Moreover, after this great battle, I feel that the cultivation world seems to be hiding more secrets."

Su Yi emerged from the darkness, his voice low: "I feel the same way. In the battle against the Dark God, I sensed that his power seemed to be related to some ancient legends."

Lan Bing stopped dancing, waved her staff, and the light of ice magic flickered around her: "Whatever the secrets, we will face them together."

Just then, a disciple from Lingxiao Pavilion rushed over, holding a letter in his hand. "Senior Zhang Peng, this is a secret letter from the Star Alliance."

Zhang Peng took the letter, opened it, and his expression changed slightly. "The Star Alliance has discovered some strange phenomena in remote border regions. Some cultivators have mysteriously disappeared, and there are also mysterious fluctuations of power."

Murong Yu frowned: "Could it be the remnants of the dark forces causing trouble?"

“It’s possible.” Zhang Peng said gravely. “We must investigate this thoroughly. The Star Alliance has already sent people ahead, and we will depart immediately as well.”

The group packed their belongings, bid farewell to Lingxiao Pavilion, and set off for the borderlands. Along the way, they traversed dense forests, treacherous mountains, and vast deserts. In the forests, they encountered some ferocious beasts, but easily defeated them. In the mountains, they were caught in a sudden storm, but successfully withstood its onslaught using their respective magical abilities. In the desert, they endured the scorching heat and thirst, finally reaching the borderlands.

The borderland was a desolate plain surrounded by high mountains, its terrain treacherous. As soon as Zhang Peng and his companions stepped onto this land, they sensed an unusual aura. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, and strange runes flickered faintly on the ground.

"Everyone be careful, something's not right here," Zhang Peng said in a low voice, the power of the stars circulating within him as he became alert to everything around him.

They proceeded cautiously, when suddenly, a group of people dressed in black robes appeared ahead. These black-robed figures exuded an eerie aura, unlike those of dark forces or ordinary cultivators. Their faces were veiled in black, revealing only pairs of cold eyes.

"Who are you? Why have you trespassed into our territory?" the leader of the black-robed men asked coldly.

Zhang Peng stepped forward and said, "We're here to investigate the disappearance of cultivators. Do you know anything about it?"

The man in black robes sneered, "Cultivators have gone missing? That's their own fault. This is a forbidden place, not a place for you."

Murong Yu gripped the Chaos Breeze Sword tightly and took a step forward: "Forbidden Land? No matter what place it is, now that we're here, we must find out the truth. Those who know what's good for them should quickly tell us everything they know."

The man in black robes' expression changed, and a black magical artifact suddenly appeared in his hand: "Since that's the case, then don't blame us for being impolite."

As the black-robed man finished speaking, the black-robed figures behind him unleashed their spells, and black light surged towards Zhang Peng and the others. Zhang Peng and the others immediately cast spells to defend themselves, their star power, chaotic power, sonic power, dark power, and ice magic intertwining to form a powerful defensive barrier that blocked the black-robed man's attack.

“It seems they won’t let us off easily,” Zhang Peng said. “Then let’s see what they’re really capable of.”

A new battle has begun on this remote borderland...