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Chapter 1382

"Ahead lies the eye of the storm at Black Crow Mountain. Be careful, senior. The gales there carry wind-based laws and can tear apart spiritual energy shields."

As soon as Long Qingyao finished speaking, a black wind suddenly swept up in front of them. The wind blades were like knives, each carrying a stream of blue-gold law light, and they slashed towards the protective barrier in dense array.

Qin He snorted coldly, and demonic energy condensed in his palm, transforming into a demonic shield covered with dark gold patterns.

As the shield rotated, a devouring force erupted. The gales carrying the laws collided with the magic shield and were instantly devoured without even causing a ripple.

Long Mingyuan was shocked by what he saw.

He had once ventured into Black Crow Mountain, where the gale-force winds of the eye of the storm could even tear through the defenses of someone at the Other Shore Realm, yet Qin He had neutralized them so easily. Such strength was truly terrifying.

Moreover, it was a kind of terror that was incomprehensible and inconceivable.

After passing through the Black Mountain, the Qin River's speed did not decrease at all.

He occasionally encountered patrols from the Divine Punishment Bureau along the way, but before they could react, his figure had already disappeared into the horizon, leaving not even a trace of demonic energy.

That being said, the Divine Court is indeed capable of catching people.

The reaction was quick, and the net was cast with remarkable precision; they had clearly closed in again.

If I weren't always quick enough to escape, I'd inevitably have to engage in a direct confrontation, and it's hard to say whether I'd be able to get away then.

For Qin He, the avatar of the main god was like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

However, at this moment, the Long family was unaware of Qin He's predicament.

As Long Qingyao gazed at Qin He's tall and straight back, her timid eyes gradually filled with awe.

She knew that this person, who wasn't exactly a good person but had saved her and her people, was far more powerful than she had imagined.

Her future, and the last bloodline of the Long family, all depend on this man's decision.

The wind, carrying streams of dark light, sped toward the Central Plains' polar mountains, that land of chaotic magnetic poles and shrouded in aurora borealis, which had become their only hope at this moment.

……

Half a day later, the silver armor reflected light across the mountain ridge three miles away. Qin He suddenly pressed down on the edge of the protective shield, and his demonic energy instantly converged into a line, sliding past the shadow of the cliff wall.

This was the last patrol of Divine Court soldiers they encountered in half a day.

Previously, on the outskirts of Black Crow Mountain, the silver-armored soldiers could be seen every hundred miles, their golden talismans almost forming a dense net.

At this moment, the three people on the ridge were just standing there casually. Clearly, their lack of success had made them somewhat complacent and lowered their guard.

Qin He's toes touched the protruding rocks on the cliff face, and the protective shield turned into a faint ink-like streak as he sped off in the southeast direction.

Ten days later, when the first towering peak came into view, Long Mingyuan couldn't help but sigh.

We've arrived in Zhongzhou.

There are no plains here, only mountains as far as the eye can see.

Some peaks look as if they were cleaved by a giant axe, with such smooth surfaces that one can see their reflection in them; some solitary mountains hang in the clouds and mist, connected to the surrounding mountains only by a few stone ridges.

There are also completely black stone mountains with red patterns crawling all over their walls, which look like red-hot irons from a distance.

As the junction of east, west, north, and south, the mountains here do not have a unified shape. Some are rugged and craggy in the east, while others are majestic and imposing in the west, cutting the sky and earth into fragments.

"Once we pass that stone gorge, we'll be in the area of ​​the Earthly Extreme Mountain." Long Qingyao pointed to two very close mountain peaks in the distance, her voice finally showing a bit of life.

After traveling for another three days, as darkness fell completely, they finally saw Mount Diji on the horizon.

The mountain is so majestic.

During the day, the snow on the peaks is still visible, but now only a dark outline remains, like a giant beast crouching between heaven and earth, its shadow obscuring most of the starlight.

The mountain wall was not smooth, but covered with crisscrossing ravines, some deep enough to swallow an entire army, others shallow enough to be several feet wide. When the wind passed through them, it made a whistling sound, like the breathing of a giant beast.

Just as Long Qingyao was about to say something, she suddenly covered her mouth.

The first aurora appeared in the night sky.

At first, it was just a pale purple hue on the horizon, like someone had accidentally spilled a dye vat, and the color slowly spread, flowing along the contours of the mountains.

Immediately afterwards, pale blue, crimson, and gilded light threads emerged one after another, weaving into a net in the night sky.

The purple line, like a ribbon torn apart by the wind, slowly descends to the mountain peak.

The golden threads, like living snakes, slithered and weaved through the clouds.

The most stunning sight was that crimson hue, which cleaved straight down from the sky and landed right on the mountainside in front of them, turning the rubble in the ravines into a blood-red hue.

The younger members of the Long family forgot their fear and peeked out, their little faces reflecting the flowing light.

A light shone in Long Mingyuan's cloudy eyes. He reached out and touched the wound on his chest, and found that the pain there had lessened.

Qin He raised his hand, and the demonic energy at his fingertips twitched involuntarily.

The fluctuations of the laws within the aurora were faint yet exceptionally pure, subtly resonating with the primordial fragments within the body.

He could sense that the magnetic poles of this place were indeed chaotic, and the golden light of the Sky-Searching Mirror probably couldn't even illuminate things within a hundred feet here.

“The ancestor is right, this place is indeed safe,” Long Qingyao said softly.

Qin He withdrew his gaze and looked at a hidden crevice in the mountain wall, the hiding place that Long Qingyun had mentioned.

With a flick of his sleeve, he created a protective shield that enveloped everyone as they floated toward the crevice in the rock.

The aurora borealis swirled behind them, casting long shadows on the majestic mountainside like a flowing painting.