Qingteng City before dawn was veiled in a thin mist. Su Yao and her two companions stood on the platform of a deserted light rail station. Lin Yu unfolded a tattered map found among the ruins of Ci’en Temple, his finger tracing a mark stained with dried blood. "According to the star chart and the Ancient Tome, the next Array Core should be deep within Tunnel Number Seven. But this tunnel was sealed off a decade ago due to a collapse, and there are extremely strange fluctuations of Spiritual Power lingering at the entrance."
Zhao Ya’s Ice-type Spell artifact suddenly began to hum. She stared vigilantly at the rubble piled at the tunnel entrance. "I can sense the presence of at least three cultivators at the Golden Core Stage, and..." Before she could finish, the ground shook violently, and countless sharp bone spikes erupted from the soil. With quick reflexes, Su Yao gathered Star Power under her feet, forming a shield of light that lifted the three of them into mid-air.
From the midst of the bone spikes, three figures in black robes slowly rose. The elder leading them had a youthful face and white hair, holding a jade ruyi carved with images of corpses. The other two were draped in cloaks embroidered with blood lotuses, their bodies wreathed in black chains. "The whelps of the Xuantian Sect sure are good at making trouble," the elder said, toying with the ruyi. The skull inlaid at the tip suddenly opened its eyes. "Pity that Tunnel Number Seven will be your burial ground."
Chapter 230