Chapter 693: Blurry Shadow’s True Identity

Chapter 693: Blurry Shadow’s True Identity

The eerie black markings instantly dissolved the moment they came in contact with the green thunderbolts.

However, Qin Feng and the others did not let their guard down, for as the markings dissipated, black smoke appeared, and a chilling laughter echoed continuously from within, sending chills down their spines.

Crimson eyes materialized within the black smoke, and a cold voice said, “I will find you.”

As the words faded, the black smoke dissipated with the wind.

At the same time, in the Imperial Study within the palace, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew through, scattering the scrolls and documents on the desk.

Eunuch Li, unsure of the reason, shouted in alarm, “Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!”

The members of the Prison Department immediately appeared, shielding Emperor Ming in their midst.

However, the wind came and went just as quickly.

“No harm done.” Emperor Ming waved his hand, and the members of the Prison Department bowed and retreated.

Emperor Ming turned his gaze to the scroll painting in the inner chamber, and a chill flashed across the blade of the Xuanyuan Divine Killing Sword.

This divine sword was an heirloom passed down through generations of the Great Qian, possessing the incredible power to slay gods and demons. It would react to the presence of gods and demons, just as it had when the Candle Dragon manifested.

The stronger the reaction, the closer the gods and demons were to the sword.

But now that the disturbance had subsided, it meant that the danger had passed.

Emperor Ming pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about the rifts between the Immortal Realm and the Netherworld Realm that had appeared in the four domains of the Great Qian, and felt utterly exhausted.

“Your Majesty, please take care of your health,” the concerned Eunuch Li said by his side.

“Mm-hmm.”

Meanwhile, in Ninefold Prison...

The Heavenly Tower National Teacher averted his gaze and turned his attention back to the hazy, shadowy figure in front of him.

The figure chuckled, “I thought you would never come to see me.”

This shadowy figure was, of course, the leader of the Heavenly Burial Organization group who had been imprisoned in Ninefold Prison after the Candle Dragon was killed during the Battle of Zhenling Pass.

The National Teacher of the Heavenly Tower spoke up, “With your strength, you could have easily escaped from captivity back then. Why did you willingly surrender?”

No one understood the power of the shadowy figure better than the Heavenly Tower National Teacher, so he knew that even Qin Feng back then would have had a hard time containing him within his domain.

The shadowy figure nonchalantly replied, “You and I have fought for a long time, with victories and defeats on both sides. To lure the gods and demons to descend was my ultimate goal. “

“The death of the Candle Dragon was beyond my expectations. Since my plan has failed, I’m content to stay here and enjoy the leisurely life.”

“Those words might fool others, but how could you fool me?” The Heavenly Tower National Teacher’s voice was icy cold as he brushed his sleeve.

The black-robed elder mused, “The three of us will end up choosing the same person, won’t we? Just as he has chosen.”

...

In the Land of the Dead, Lord Deng used his Puppet Technique to gather all the bodies for safety, and then burned them to ashes.

Recalling the moment when Yin Qi and Netherworld’s ghostly aura was dissolved, Deng Mo looked solemn.

After all, the Hundred Ghost Dao Lineage’s power source was the Yin Qi and Netherworld Qi. If these two forces were unable to exert their influence, even the strongest Hundred Ghost Practitioners would be rendered helpless...

“Do you know what that was?” Deng Mo asked solemnly.

Qin Feng shook his head, still shaking at the memory of the recent events. However, he had a growing suspicion – the sinister Black Qi’s obsession with Primordial Qi seemed to be reminiscent of the Candle Dragon’s behavior.

‘These black qi forces are most likely from some unknown gods and demons!’

Qin Feng turned to Zhan Qingfeng. “Where are the people who traveled with the merchant?”

Zhan Qingfeng quickly replied, “They should still be at the Demon Slaying Department being questioned by my colleagues.”

“Take me there, I have some things I want to find out as well.”

“Of course, Brother Qin, please follow me.”

...

Upon arriving at the Demon Slaying Department, Zhan Qingfeng quickly brought the few coachmen in front of Qin Feng.

The men were still trembling and their faces were pale. This was understandable, as ordinary people who saw someone’s head inexplicably explode right in front of them would naturally be gripped by fear and terror.

Since they were traveling with the head merchant, they were afraid that the same fate would befall them.

“Lord, we’ve already told you everything we know. Please, you must save us!” pleaded one of the men.

“Yes, my lords, I have elderly parents and young children. I cannot die here!” cried another.

“Hmm...” Zhan Qingfeng looked worried as he looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng reassured them, “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.”

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances, and their tense expressions relaxed slightly.

Qin Feng’s words were not without substance – he had already tested them with his Primordial Qi, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But therein lay the problem. They had all passed through the same place and eaten the same food, so why was it only the head merchant who met such a fate? And what had caused the demise of the coroners?

Qin Feng thought about this before asking, “Did anything unusual happen on the way back?”

The men fell silent, until one of them suddenly spoke up, “Could it be that Ancestral Shrine?”