novelkee Chapter 130 Qiankun Illusionary Spirit Mechanism
Chapter 130 Qiankun Illusionary Spirit Mechanism
The howling wind continued to whistle in their ears as they trudged along the cracked, barren land, the sand and gravel beneath their feet scorching hot, each step kicking up a cloud of dust.
As they walked, their view suddenly opened up, only to find themselves stepping into an endless desert. The rolling sand dunes appeared particularly desolate and vast under the dim yellow sky; they had stepped into another space.
Looking around, disciples from various sects were scattered in twos and threes, their robes torn, their hair disheveled, and their expressions tired and disheveled, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.
Some disciples were sitting cross-legged, making the most of their time to regulate their breathing and recover their spiritual energy, their faces covered in a mixture of sweat and dust; others were supporting each other, bandaging each other's wounds, their brows furrowed, their eyes revealing the lingering fear of surviving a calamity.
Everyone's gaze turned to the distance, where a massive vortex of spiritual energy was gathering, emitting a deep and chilling roar, like the howling of an invisible behemoth or the demonstration of a mysterious power hidden deep within the desert.
Yang Qingfeng's eyes were solemn. He tightened his grip on the spirit sword, the spiritual energy on the blade flickering slightly. He turned to his junior brothers and sisters behind him and said loudly, "Everyone be careful. The situation here is unclear. Do not act rashly."
The voice was firm and powerful, clearly audible amidst the howling wind, bringing a sense of reassurance to everyone.
Yuan Mengyao frowned, her long whip dragging across the sand, leaving a shallow mark.
She scanned her surroundings warily, a hint of unease in her eyes, and whispered, "These sect disciples are gathered here, there must be something key related to the ruins at that vortex, but the danger must be considerable."
Xu Xiaoxiao helped an injured senior sister up, her eyes full of concern and worry.
She bit her lower lip slightly and whispered to her senior sister, "Senior sister, let's find a safe place to rest and see how things go."
The senior sister nodded weakly, and Xu Xiaoxiao helped her walk behind the sand dune. Along the way, they carefully avoided the stones and other debris on the ground, taking each step with extreme caution.
The other disciples also gathered together, leaning on each other, each taking out their weapons, ready for battle. Their eyes showed both fear of the unknown danger and the perseverance and courage of cultivators. They quietly watched the swirling and gathering spiritual energy vortex in the distance, waiting for the guidance of fate and preparing to meet the unknown challenges that were about to come.
Just as they found an empty spot to place the array plate, they saw a barrier open next door and a beautiful, aloof fairy walked out.
"Are you disciples of the Huitian Sect?" Su Miaoyin asked, looking at the disciples in front of her who were wearing clothes with the Huitian Sect's emblem on them.
Xu Xiaoxiao put down her injured senior sister and turned around to see Su Miaoyin from Tianji Pavilion, who was still beautiful after not seeing her for several years.
"Sister Su, it really is you!" Xu Xiaoxiao ran over happily to greet her.
"Sister Xu, it's been a few years since I last saw you and your cultivation has improved quite a bit. Since we're all acquaintances, let's come in and chat." Su Miaoyin led them to her territory, and as soon as they entered, a cool and refreshing atmosphere greeted them, which was very comfortable.
"Sister Su, what kind of magical artifact is this? It's so cool and comfortable that people can live in it!"
Xu Xiaoxiao looked around curiously. The outside of the formation couldn't see what was inside at all. Inside, there was a four-courtyard complex with a stream that was still flowing.
Su Miaoyin gently raised her hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. A faint smile graced her face, but her eyes held a hint of coldness as she said, "This is the secret treasure of my Heavenly Mystery Pavilion—the Qiankun Illusionary Spirit Particle."
As she spoke, she gently waved her sleeve and pointed to the various arrangements in the courtyard, "This formation can not only conceal one's form, but also change the internal space at will to create a comfortable environment. In such a harsh place, it can be considered as temporarily ensuring peace in this area."
She walked gracefully ahead, her steps light, leading everyone through the courtyard.
The stream flowed gently, its water crystal clear, and the smooth, round pebbles at the bottom shimmered in the sunlight.
Several strange spiritual plants grow by the stream, their leaves swaying in the wind, emitting gentle spiritual energy fluctuations, as if adding a touch of vitality and tranquility to this small courtyard.
Su Miaoyin turned her head to look at Xu Xiaoxiao, who was curiously looking around. A hint of doting was in her eyes as she gently smiled and said, "This stream was formed by the power of the Water Spirit Pearl. It can nourish spiritual plants and regulate the spiritual energy in the courtyard, calming people's minds and helping with cultivation."
Her voice was clear and melodious, like the tinkling of a mountain spring, echoing in the small courtyard.
As she spoke, she walked to the stone table in the courtyard, sat down gracefully, and gently brushed her fingers across the tea set on the stone table. With practiced movements, she began to brew tea, and the fragrant aroma of tea instantly filled the air.
"Come, try this tea brewed with spiritual spring water. It's a rare treat in this desert."
Su Miaoyin smiled at everyone, her eyes filled with a warm hospitality that was slightly different from her usual aloof demeanor, yet made her seem exceptionally approachable.
"Please stay in this courtyard for now. I see some of your companions are injured, so please focus on recovering. The vortex outside is at the entrance to the Condensation Realm, and it looks like it will take a few more days."
Yang Qingfeng bowed slightly, his robes swaying gently in the wind, a grateful smile on his face. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Miss Su, at such a critical moment, your generosity in taking us in is truly a timely help. My fellow disciples and I are deeply grateful."
His voice was deep and sincere, his eyes full of gratitude. He glanced around the cool and comfortable courtyard, then looked at Su Miaoyin, and said, "Miss Su, please rest assured, we will definitely keep our fellow disciples in check and will not disturb your cultivation. In the next few days, we will try our best to heal our injuries and keep a close eye on the outside world. If there is anything we can help with, please don't hesitate to let us know."
After saying this, he clasped his hands in thanks again, his posture upright and humble, standing aside, waiting for Su Miaoyin's arrangements.
At this moment, a gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, and the spiritual plants by the stream rustled, as if welcoming these new guests.
Sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, casting dappled shadows in the courtyard, making this small space appear exceptionally peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the raging sandstorms outside.
A hint of relief flashed in Yang Qingfeng's eyes. Finding temporary shelter here was undoubtedly a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune. He secretly resolved to cherish this rare opportunity and find a chance to repay Su Miaoyin's kindness.
In Su Miaoyin's courtyard, everyone felt temporarily at ease.
Yang Qingfeng looked around and saw that his injured fellow disciples had been properly settled in a nearby room. His expression relaxed slightly. He gently patted the dust off his clothes, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination, and said to Su Miaoyin, "Miss Su, we will never forget your kindness. In the coming days, we will try our best to help the injured recover, and the others will keep an eye on the spiritual energy vortex outside to see if they can find more information about the entrance to the ruins." His voice was steady and powerful, and his words carried an undeniable determination.
Yuan Mengyao carefully leaned the long whip against the wall, walked to Xu Xiaoxiao's side, gently patted her shoulder, and said with concern in her eyes, "Xiaoxiao, you take care of your injured senior sister first. I'll go see if I can help in any way."
Her eyes showed a hint of weariness, but even more so, concern for her fellow disciples.
Xu Xiaoxiao nodded slightly and replied with a firm look in her eyes, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Yuan, I will take good care of them."
At this moment, sunlight filtered through the leaves in the courtyard, creating patches of light.
A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness and ruffling the hair and hems of everyone's clothes.
Su Miaoyin looked at everyone and said softly, "Please don't stand on ceremony. Just rest here and recuperate for the next few days. I will keep an eye on the outside world and will let you know if there is any news."
Her voice was soft and melodious, like a gentle stream, and her eyes held a hint of coolness, yet remained friendly.
Over the next few days, Yang Qingfeng would set aside time each day to sit cross-legged in a corner of the courtyard, close his eyes, concentrate, circulate his spiritual energy, consolidate his cultivation, and at the same time be alert to any movements around him.
His face was sometimes calm as still water, and sometimes his brows were furrowed, as if he were thinking about something important.
Yuan Mengyao took the initiative to patrol, holding a long whip and carefully walking around the yard, her sharp eyes observing the outside situation, not missing any slight movement.
Xu Xiaoxiao takes meticulous care of her injured senior sister every day, while her junior brother changes their dressings, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.
In her spare time, she would sit by the bed and cultivate her spiritual power, forming hand seals, chanting incantations, and showing a focused and determined expression on her face.
The other disciples were also busy with their own things. Some were wiping their weapons, some were exchanging cultivation experiences, and occasionally they would whisper a few words to each other, their voices soft, as if afraid of disturbing others.
A tense yet orderly atmosphere permeated the entire courtyard. Everyone was preparing for the unknown challenges to come, while also cherishing this rare moment of peace and hoping to gain something from the ruins, improve their strength, and explore the secrets behind this mysterious world.