Chapter 2177 Crumble

Chapter 2177 Crumble

"Please help him, Senior!" Han Bingling and the other women pleaded anxiously.

"Let me handle it," Tian He spoke, stepping forward. The cold energy around Yun Lintian immediately dissipated as he reached to touch his chest.

Inside Yun Lintian's body, the Tree of Life was frozen solid. A faint spark of vitality remained at its heart, struggling against the cold to survive.

"Can you remove it?" Shi Xuan walked over and asked. "Otherwise, we can take another way. Just turn him into a living corpse."

His words startled everyone, especially Lin Xinyao and Yun Qianxue. The two women quickly moved forward, attempting to block Shi Xuan's path.

Shi Xuan looked at them with amusement. "Heh. This little sprout is weak, but his ability to charm women is certainly impressive."

Tian He furrowed his brow deeply. "I can temporarily suppress it," he said. "That should be enough time to find that person."

"You mean... Shan Que? He's still alive?" Shi Xuan asked in surprise.

"Yes," Tian He replied, channeling his power into Yun Lintian's body. The mysterious power mixed within the cold energy, gradually suppressing it until it entered a dormant state."

"Shan Que?" Xiao Shou furrowed his brow. The name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Shi Xuan glanced at him and explained, "The previous generation of the Mountain God's inheritor."

Xiao Shou was surprised. Though the Netherworld was sealed, he had indeed learned some information through the dead souls, and Shan Que's name was among them.

"Where is he, Senior?" Lin Xinyao asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry," Tian He reassured her, retracting his hand. "He resides in the Nine Heavens Realm."

He turned to Lan Qinghe and inquired, "You possess a strong wood affinity. Could you try protecting the Tree of Life within his body?"

Lan Qinghe readily agreed. Lifting Yun Lintian from the ground, she gently infused her wood energy into his body.

Meanwhile, Li Shan used his power to carry the unconscious Yue Yun.

A collective gasp rippled through the throng. Then, a low, ominous hum emanated from the obsidian fang, a sound that sent shivers down spines armored in dragonhide and tempered steel. The hum grew steadily in intensity, resonating with a primordial power that threatened to shatter the very foundation of reality.

A sense of unease prickled at everyone's skin, a feeling that transcended the thrill of discovery and bordered on dread.

CRACKLE!

Suddenly, with a deafening crack that echoed through the celestial expanse, the emerald liquid at the tip of the fang erupted.

A blinding emerald light engulfed the entrance, momentarily obscuring the view for the gathered practitioners. When the light subsided, a gasp of collective horror escaped a thousand throats.

The obsidian fang, once a symbol of an impenetrable barrier, was no more. In its place yawned a gaping maw of inky blackness, a void so profound it seemed to devour the very light that dared approach.

A chilling wind, redolent of forgotten eons and untold power, screeched from the abyss. It was a primal howl, a siren song of both fortune and peril.

"It's collapsing!" a burly man with a handlebar mustache bellowed, his voice thick with fear.

"Run!"

Panic erupted within the crowd. Onlookers who moments ago had been eager to breach the God Tomb's threshold now scrambled back in terror. The once vibrant tapestry of colorful attire and confident strides devolved into a chaotic scramble for safety.

The celestial expanse, once a canvas of controlled chaos, became a whirlwind of desperate movement. Those with powerful spatial artifacts tore rifts in reality, vanishing into the blink of an unknown destination. Others, lacking such luxuries, activated their flight techniques, streaking away like panicked birds before a storm.

Amidst the pandemonium, a few practitioners with a stronger sense of self-preservation stood frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend the unfolding events. Was this a trap? Had the God Tomb itself decided to reject their intrusion? Or was something more sinister at play?

Finally, the once imposing structure, a beacon of legend and mystery, was gone. In its place, only a faint echo of emerald energy lingered, a ghostly reminder of the power that had once resided within.

Soon, the news of the God Tomb's disappearance would spread like wildfire throughout the Nine Heavens Realm.

Somewhere in the Western Region, Shi Xuan stood on the deck of the Cloud Dragon Profound Ark, looking at the endless expanse in front of him.

Standing behind him was Long Qingxuan. Her eyes closed, but she was without a doubt looking at the man before her.

"Who are you?" she finally asked.