I Have a Compass for Opportunity

Due to the realization of the gravity of the situation.

Liou Yuan and Tian Qiweng both activated their fastest speeds to hurry along.

Tian Qiweng even took out a superior talisman and applied it to his legs, doubling his speed, vaguely matching Liou Yuan’s Flowing Wave speed during the Small Success stage.

Of course, it was still far from the Flowing Wave speed of the Great Achievement Realm.

Initially, Tian Qiweng thought about waiting for Liou Yuan, but every time he looked back, he could see Liou Yuan closely following behind, his face showing no signs of strain, with ease and fluidity.

Seeing this, Tian Qiweng began to doubt his own practiced body technique.

"He can actually keep up with me! How fast is his speed really!"

Tian Qiweng’s expression was even more astonished than when he first competed in speed.

At the same time, there’s a hint of realization in his eyes, vaguely understanding why Yan Yingsi specifically requested Liou Yuan to join the trip.

"The more I interact with this kid, the more unfathomable he seems."

"Mr. Yan’s relationship with him isn’t simple, he surely knows Liou Yuan’s real capabilities, which is why he specifically called for him."

Tian Qiweng had a high opinion of Liou Yuan initially, but now it’s elevated to a whole new level.

He even suspected that if he were to fight Liou Yuan, he might not necessarily win.

Both harbored their own thoughts.

Tian Qiweng felt astonishment at Liou Yuan’s speed, sparking a series of speculations.

On the other hand, Liou Yuan felt satisfied with Tian Qiweng’s sudden increase in speed.

"At this rate, we should reach the demon den in less than three days."

"Yan Yingsi should be able to hold."

Jiuli State, one of the nine states of Qingyuan State.

Before Xuanyi emerged, this Jiuli State could be said to be the main base for demon cultivators.

On a night fifty years ago, Xuanyi of Sword Dao Great Achievement descended from the heavens, slashing his sword towards the demon den, cleaving the land in half, almost splitting the demon den entirely.

After that night, the demon den was virtually non-existent, with two Golden Core cultivators entirely slain by Xuanyi, laying the foundation for driving Linlang Domain’s demon cultivators out of Jiuli State in the future.

This marked the beginning of Xuanyi’s name, Hundred Ghosts Asura, resonating throughout the Cyan Feather Realm.

Even so, the restrictions and arrays buried deep underground in the demon den were not completely disabled.

Many arrays and restrictions still function today, fifty years later.

Therefore, unless seeking death, Jiuli State’s cultivators dared not venture into the demon den recklessly.

This was why Liou Yuan was so unsettled hearing Yan Yingsi was trapped within the demon den.

From his perspective, Yan Yingsi was courting death.

His gaze shifted towards the demon den, miles away.

The existence of the demon den was like a beehive, countless caves densely scattered across a vast expanse of land and mountain ranges, stretching tens of miles horizontally and vertically.

Within the demon den, red mist occasionally drifted, the mist like thick blood slurry, boiling and steaming, infusing every inch of space with eerie dread.

Approaching closer, the foul and pungent odor assaults one’s senses, straight to the brain.

Delving into one of the demon den’s caves into the earth’s depths.

Peeling away the thick blood mist, reveals an enclosed cave space.

The surface of the cave walls is covered with blood-colored veins, sprawling like veins across the rock walls.

Dark red liquid slowly trickles down the rough rock, pooling into a blood pond emitting a putrid stench, occasionally bubbling eerily, making a "gurgle gurgle" sound.

The ground is piled with layers of densely packed white bones, some still retaining fragments of flesh not completely decayed after being eroded by the blood mist, glimmering with a bluish-gray light in the mist.

The blood-colored veins and the blood pond echoing each other, seemingly forming a mysterious restriction.

With each pulsation of the blood-colored veins, the rock walls seem alive, emitting strange fluctuations, wave after wave, eroding the cave’s space.

In a corner of the cave, Yan Yingsi in red attire sits cross-legged, surrounded by over a dozen members from the Wind Chasing Division.

Yan Yingsi’s beloved red attire shows damage, blood continuously flowing from the corners of her mouth.

With each pulsation of the rock wall veins, Yan Yingsi’s body trembles slightly more, the blood from her mouth flowing more urgently.

Fortunately, a blood lipid-like jade pendant is suspended before her, creating a crimson barrier, barely resisting the erosion of this eerie cave.

The blood lipid jade pendant consumes extensive spiritual power, whenever Yan Yingsi’s spiritual power is depleted, a Wind Chasing Division disciple steps in to rotate with her.

It can be seen that most of the Wind Chasing Division disciples behind her are lying down, only a few remain somewhat intact.

The others bear varying degrees of severe injuries.

Three Wind Chasing Division disciples even no longer breathe, their bodies icily lying on the blood-stained cave floor.

Every time Yan Yingsi’s gaze brushes over those three corpses, her killing intent simmered unstoppably, her glance cutting coldly through the eerie cave, staring at the figures blocking the secret chamber’s entrance.

These people are the culprits who forced them into this deadlock.

Leading them was a young man in dark red tight clothes, overlaid with a long robe of dark purple silk.

A dark red ribbon was tied in his hair, strands of ink-dark hair hanging beside his pallid cheeks, his left eye covered with a black cloth adorned with silver dark patterns, faintly visible specks of blood seeping from the edges of the cloth, while his right eye gleamed fiercely with a strange reddish-golden hue, with a few strands of blood-colored runes entwining at the corner, his gaze sharp and chilling like a hawk’s.

An entirely black curved blade hung at his waist, the sheath embedded with a few spirit crystals glowing red, with a faint agonizing wail emanating from the spirit crystals.

Noticeably, each time the spirit crystal’s wailing echoes from his curved blade, the blood-colored veins clinging to the rock walls pulse more intensely.