Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 412 The Dark Currents of Lingxiao and the Summoning of the Mysterious Ruins

In the tranquil chamber of Lingxiao Pavilion, Zhang Peng was immersed in consolidating and exploring the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. His spiritual energy flowed like a lively stream through his meridians, each movement accompanied by a deeper understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. The runes on the walls flickered faintly, seemingly echoing the burgeoning power within him.

"At the Nascent Soul stage, spiritual power and spiritual consciousness merge, allowing one to perceive the hidden threads of law between heaven and earth. This is a completely new dimension of cultivation," Zhang Peng murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with a light of exploration. He stretched out his hand, and a ball of spiritual power slowly condensed in his palm, containing a preliminary understanding of the laws of space. Although still immature, it was full of potential.

Meanwhile, outside Lingxiao Pavilion, though seemingly calm, undercurrents were surging. Murong Yu wielded his sword in the training ground, each strike carrying a sharp sword aura, attempting to break through the shackles of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. "I must become stronger so that I can fight alongside Zhang Peng in future crises." He gritted his teeth, his clothes soaked with sweat, yet he did not stop.

In the tranquil courtyard, Liu Ruoli played her jade flute, the sound waves mingling with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, attempting to explore a new method of attack. Her eyes were focused, her slender fingers dancing nimbly across the jade flute, each note containing her profound understanding and innovative attempts at sonic magic.

Inside the intelligence hall of Lingxiao Pavilion, Pan Liwei and Cao Long were frowning as they studied the intelligence they had recently gathered. "Strange, mysterious spiritual energy fluctuations have been frequently appearing in the border area recently, but they disappear in an instant and cannot be traced." Pan Liwei pointed to the area marked on the map, his expression grave.

Cao Long nodded, toying with a stone that emitted a faint dark spiritual energy in his hand: "This spiritual energy fluctuation is completely different from the aura of the black-robed man in the past, yet it also faintly exudes danger."

In the library, Xuan Chenzi and Chi Songzi perused ancient texts, attempting to find clues related to the mysterious power Zhang Peng had sensed. The yellowed pages turned between their fingertips, each page carrying the wisdom and secrets of the cultivation world accumulated over millennia.

“Chisongzi, look at this record. A thousand years ago, a mysterious relic appeared, causing a bloody storm. The power fluctuations mentioned in it are so similar to those of today.” Xuan Chenzi’s voice trembled slightly as he pushed the ancient book in front of Chisongzi.

Chisongzi leaned closer to examine it, and his expression changed drastically: "If it really is that mysterious ruin, once the power within gets out of control, the cultivation world will surely face annihilation."

At this moment, Zhang Peng ended his seclusion. His aura was more composed, and the power of the Nascent Soul stage flowed within him like an abyss. He arrived at the council hall, where everyone was already waiting.

"Zhang Peng, we have made an important discovery." Xuan Chenzi informed Zhang Peng of the records in the ancient books and the mysterious spiritual energy fluctuations at the border.

Zhang Peng pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes: "No matter what dangers this mysterious ruin may hold, we must go and explore it to prevent the black-robed man from getting there first."

Everyone nodded, unanimously agreeing with Zhang Peng's decision. Thus, Zhang Peng, Murong Yu, Liu Ruoli, Pan Liwei, and Cao Long embarked on their journey to the border. Along the way, they traversed dense forests, filled with eerie mists and occasionally punctuated by the low growls of monstrous beasts.

"Be careful, this fog seems to contain a hallucinatory power." Zhang Peng circulated his spiritual energy, forming a protective barrier around himself to dispel the fog for everyone.

Murong Yu gripped his longsword tightly, cautiously observing his surroundings: "This forest is strange; everyone stay alert."

Suddenly, a group of bat-like monsters burst out of the mist, their wings shimmering with a ghostly green light, their sharp teeth exposed, and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

"It's the hallucinogenic blood bats!" Liu Ruoli exclaimed, quickly playing her jade flute. The sound waves transformed into sharp blades, attempting to repel the blood bats.

Zhang Peng unleashed a spiritual attack at the Nascent Soul stage, his spiritual sense lashing out like an invisible whip at the blood bats. Struck by the spiritual sense, the blood bats let out sharp cries and scattered in all directions.

After some twists and turns, the group finally arrived at the border. In the area where the spiritual energy fluctuations were strongest, they discovered a mysterious entrance hidden in a valley. The entrance was covered with ancient runes and exuded a mysterious aura.

"This should be the entrance to the mysterious ruins." Zhang Peng stepped forward, attempting to decipher the meaning of the runes. Under the perception of his Nascent Soul stage spiritual sense, he gradually comprehended the mysteries of the runes, and the entrance slowly opened.

The group cautiously entered the ruins. The interior was dark and damp, with gems embedded in the walls that emitted a faint glow, yet they could not dispel the mysterious aura that permeated the area.

"Everyone be careful, there are probably many dangers hidden in these ruins," Zhang Peng warned in a low voice, his spiritual sense spreading out like ripples, sensing everything around him.

As they proceeded, they came to a huge stone chamber. In the center of the chamber stood an ancient stone platform, upon which rested a glowing ancient book. Just as Zhang Peng approached the platform, suddenly, countless sharp spikes erupted from the ground, piercing towards them.

"Watch out!" Murong Yu swiftly unleashed the "Chaotic Breeze Sword," its sword energy crisscrossing and severing some of the spikes.

Zhang Peng unleashed the spatial laws of his Nascent Soul stage, enveloping everyone and preventing the spikes from getting close. He then used his spiritual sense to try and find a way to break the mechanism.

Through his spiritual senses, Zhang Peng discovered that the core of the mechanism was hidden within the wall of the stone chamber. He gathered his spiritual power and punched the wall, causing it to collapse and the mechanism to cease functioning.

The group arrived at the stone platform. Zhang Peng picked up the ancient book, and the moment he touched it, the runes on it lit up, and a powerful force surged into his body. Ancient images appeared in his mind, and the secrets of the mysterious ruins gradually surfaced.

"According to this ancient book, this ruin was built by an ancient powerful being to seal an evil force. Now the seal seems to be loosening, which has caused fluctuations in spiritual energy," Zhang Peng said solemnly.

"Then we must reinforce the seal as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable once this evil power is released," Liu Ruoli said anxiously.

Just then, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the ruins: "You think you can strengthen the seal so easily? You're too naive!" With the voice, a group of black-robed figures emerged from the darkness. The leader of the black-robed figures had a powerful aura and was actually in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"It's you again!" Murong Yu shouted angrily, pointing his long sword directly at the man in black robes.

The leader of the black-robed men sneered, "Zhang Peng, today is your death day. The power within these ruins will be at our disposal!" With that, he waved his black staff, and black spiritual energy surged towards the crowd like a raging tide.

Zhang Peng's expression was cold and stern. He unleashed his Nascent Soul stage spiritual transformation technique, his spiritual consciousness transforming into a sharp spear to meet the black spiritual energy. "Today, none of you will leave!" he roared, and a fierce battle erupted within the mysterious ruins…