Chapter 317 - 315: The Woman in White
This is a world of only gray and white, oppressive and suffocating.
Everywhere one looks, there’s nothing but ruin—what were once majestic mountains and rivers, now twisted by an invisible mighty power, hang upside down in the sky, with waterfalls plunging down from between them.
Everything seems to have been upended by an unseen force; the boundary between heaven and earth has grown blurred and indistinct.
"Rumble rumble!..."
The waterfall, like a chain of silver, slices through the desolate gray, its roar echoing endlessly. Yet, at the edge of the waterfall, a slender figure is walking slowly.
It is a woman dressed in plain robes.
Her form is veiled in mist, vague and indistinct—a refined ink painting, radiating a cold, immaculate purity untouched by worldly dust.
She moves lightly, her steps exuding an air of otherworldly detachment, like the celestial maiden descending from ancient legend, every step imbued with immortal grace free from mundane stains.
Even with bare feet traversing this shattered land, not a speck of dust mars her, as if she is at odds with this ruinous world, preserving a rare innocence and elegance unsullied by common ways.
Only, her elegant features are shrouded in veil-like clouds and mist, so no one can clearly see her face.
No mighty aura emanates from her; she resembles a leaf, or perhaps a droplet of water splashing beneath the waterfall...
She walks barefoot, her pace unhurried, each step seeming both grounded and floating in the void. Her jade-like feet are crystal-pure, unstained by even a hint of dust.
The waterfall lies before her, but she acts as though she cannot see it; she strides straight in, passes beneath the falls, and not a single water pearl touches her body.
In that moment, it’s as if she becomes one with the water, with the waterfall.
The waterfall that falls like a river from the sky, with force enough to shake the earth, cannot dampen even a single strand of her hair.
She, in plain robes, walks tirelessly along a straight and lonely path across this world scarred and desolate with cracks.
No one knows how long she has walked.
No one knows where she began.
No one knows where she is bound.
Suddenly—
Her form halts abruptly.
Her movement is slow and heavy; as though, in this endless river of time, she’s never stopped her footsteps and now finds it strange to do so.
She seems to be contemplating something.
She adjusts her posture and looks in a certain direction.
Despite the mountains and obstacles that stand ahead, her gaze seems to pierce all things.
In the end, it fixes on a certain point.
She appears to be confirming something.
After a moment, the woman in plain robes adjusts her route and heads toward the point she has identified.
Step by step.
Resolute and calm, as if nothing could block her path.
...
At the entrance to the Ruins Rift.
At first, Qin Yu rather looked down on the tiny amounts of Flame Points the Ruins Beasts gave.
But as the beast tide took shape and more Second Level Ruins Beasts appeared, Flame Points began to pour in, pouring into him.
A single casual swing of the sword could net him hundreds.
When Qin Yu looked again at the swarming Ruins Beasts, his eyes held no trace of fear—instead... he was exhilarated!
These are all Flame Points, after all.
No one damn well better try to snatch them from him!
Ahem.
Of course, on his own, it was impossible to stop the tide of Ruins Beasts crashing toward him.
So he could only watch, tormented, as the Ruins Beasts were slaughtered by the gathering Immortal Sect cultivators.
What a waste!
"Not bad, actually."
Su Xihe may not have admitted it out loud, but from her restless robes, it was clear her heart was far from as calm as she seemed.
One sword stroke, slaying a myriad beasts!
This scene was like the storybooks’ depiction of that peerless Immortal Venerable raging across the world—now made flesh!
[Su Xihe Romantic Point: 60 (Deep Affection)]
Within the myriad Flame Point notifications, Qin Yu caught this moment.
He was slightly stunned.
Looks like Sect Leader master actually kind of likes his outward display of dominance?!
Does that mean he should flaunt more often in public from now on?
In the Cyan Mist Hall region, with the Hall Master covering for him, it should be no problem.
So, he continued swinging his sword.
Not far off, a group of Demon Sect cultivators stared, stupefied, at the sight—even the Demon Sect leader Leng Feng couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
The battle prowess Qin Yu revealed was truly astonishing!
For their cultivation, killing Second Level Ruins Beasts wasn’t particularly difficult, though some Ruins Beasts had tough shells that could cause issues.
They might have spiritual weapons, but none as fluid and effortless as Qin Yu’s Divine Sword.
More importantly, it was the effect Qin Yu produced—even they were sincerely awed by such a world-shaking sword strike.
And besides, from the moment Qin Yu gained fame, entered their sights for the first time, to now, how long has he been cultivating?
At most, just about four years!
Such speed of cultivation made even the Immortal Sect Elders feel their lifetimes had gone to the dogs.
Hall Master Duanmu Hong’s gaze remained fixed on the pitch-black rift, but the commotion on this side drew the edge of his vision for a glance.
In truth, he had always been watching Qin Yu; the latter’s growth, it seems, was even faster than he had imagined!
His heart was gratified, too.
Looks like Qin Yu, after returning to Cyan Mountain Sect, hadn’t slackened, nor wasted resources, nor let down expectations!
This kid is worth entrusting with great responsibility!
"It’s here!"
Suddenly, Duanmu Hong’s pupils contracted, and he barked out a low order. Though not loud, his voice rang clear in every cultivator’s ears amid the battle chaos.
Instantly, the scattered cultivators killing Ruins Beasts gathered together, forming ranks and preparing for battle.
From within the pitch-black rift, two sinister red lights pierced through the darkness, like the eyes of an abyss, silently watching this world.
They were a pair of gigantic eyes!
Just the size of the eyes surpassed the Ruins Beasts encountered earlier, and within those pupils surged a violent and wild energy that made countless cultivators’ hearts tighten.
"Fourth... Fourth Level Ruins Beast?!"
A cultivator, desperately suppressing terror, clenched fists to steady a body trembling with fear, throat dry, barely squeezed out a few hoarse words, full of disbelief.
A Fourth Level Ruins Beast is a presence comparable to a Lotus Platform Realm cultivator!
This time, if not for Hall Master personally arriving, then...
At this thought, an unspeakable chill crept up the cultivators’ spines.
Lucky!
Otherwise, what awaited them could be total annihilation.
"Fourth Level Ruins Beast."
Qin Yu instinctively stepped forward, shielding Su Xihe and the other women behind him.
Is this the reason why the Ruins Rift here can never be sealed?
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Meanwhile, Sword Aura flashed, slicing Second Level Ruins Beasts endlessly.