Ling Tian Sword God

At this moment, Ling Chen had already dived several kilometers in the seawater, and after more than half an hour, he finally reached a piece of land.

A burning pain came from his back. Ling Chen turned his head to look, and there was a terrifying scar that tore his flesh apart.

Although Ling Chen, relying on the power of the Human Emperor, pushed his body skills and light skills to the extreme and surpassed his limits to finally shake off the pursuers and evade all the poisoned arrows, there was still an arrow that grazed him and injured his back.

However, fortunately, as before, it was only a flesh wound. Ling Chen was immune to all poison, whether it was the Ling Family’s poison or the Witch Fiend Sect’s poison. It was only ordinary venom and would be neutralized by the Divine Dragon Jade.

After a brief adjustment, Ling Chen almost fully recovered, and his gaze fell on the vast land ahead, his eyes lit up immediately.

The land in front of him stretched endlessly, with no end in sight. It was extremely vast and definitely not just an island, presumably spanning at least several hundred miles in radius.

This place should be Spirit Snake Island.

Ling Chen’s heart stirred. Although the journey was full of twists and turns, he eventually arrived at Spirit Snake Island, the stronghold of the Witch Fiend Sect.

However, Ling Chen had just landed not long ago when he heard the sound of footsteps rustling toward him.

His figure moved, and Ling Chen hid in the nearby small woods to conceal himself.

In his sight, a team of Witch Fiend Sect strongmen approached with lanterns, numbering seven or eight people, evidently the patrol team of Spirit Snake Island.

”Did you hear? A kid evaded the pursuit of the Divine Moon Envoy and Beast Spirit Envoy and broke into Spirit Snake Island. It’s very likely that he’s already on the island. We are ordered to patrol strictly and not let any suspicious movements go unnoticed.”

The speaker was a thin tall middle-aged man.

”I think we’d better not. I’ve heard about it too. That kid is very fierce. It’s said that the Divine Moon Envoy’s weapon was broken in the battle, causing massive losses. If we encounter that kid, we’re doomed. It’s better not to run into him.” The person next to him shook his head, clearly terrified of Ling Chen.

”That’s right, such a person should be dealt with by the higher-ups. Apparently, several Venerables already know about this and are searching for the boy’s whereabouts. After all, it’s said he’s an unparalleled genius, and the Venerables are thinking of seizing his qualifications and turning him into a living undead puppet.”

”Especially the Hades Supreme, I heard she’s preparing to revive an important person and is missing a key ingredient. A genius’s soul is the best material for the resurrection technique.”

”Speaking of the Hades Supreme, her Soul-returning Pill is unrivaled in the world. It’s said that many sect strongmen who had died came back to life after taking the Soul-returning Pill and lived for many more years.”

”Yes, if only we could be granted a Soul-returning Pill one day, it would mean another life for us.”

The group whispered among themselves.

Just then, with a ”swoosh,” a shadow flickered through the bushes, suddenly flashing past the crowd, and the Witch Fiend Sect patrol team lost one person without anyone noticing.

At this moment, in the woods, Ling Chen had already sealed the meridians of that Witch Fiend Sect disciple, with the Red Sky Sword placed against the latter’s neck. He questioned, ”Where does the Hades Supreme reside?”

”Are you the intruder?”

The Witch Fiend Sect disciple stared at Ling Chen in shock and instantly guessed Ling Chen’s identity, ”Why are you looking for the Hades Supreme?”

”That’s none of your business. Tell me the truth, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, you’ll lose your head instantly,” Ling Chen said coldly.

”Fine, I’ll talk,”

This Witch Fiend Sect disciple was not as tight-lipped as one might expect, immediately giving in, ”The Hades Supreme resides in the Huang Quan Pavilion on the west side of Spirit Snake Island. It’s a place full of death and corpses, easy to recognize.”

”Huang Quan Pavilion, west side of Spirit Snake Island.”

Ling Chen nodded, remembering the crucial information, then his gaze shifted to behind the Witch Fiend Sect disciple, who immediately turned pale and panicked, ”You promised to spare my life...”

Bam!

Before the Witch Fiend Sect disciple finished speaking, Ling Chen had already struck the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.

He said he wouldn’t kill him, and naturally, he wouldn’t. Striking him unconscious, he had mastered the technique; it would render him out for at least half a day, enough time for Ling Chen to accomplish what he needed to do.

”The Soul-returning Pill, a miraculous elixir that can revive the dead?”

A gleam flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes, and he felt a surge of excitement.

The Soul-returning Pill, such a divine elixir actually existed. If he could obtain the Soul-returning Pill and take it, Xia Yunxin might wake up.

This Soul-returning Pill must be acquired at all costs.

Removing his own coat, Ling Chen quickly donned the other person’s clothes, disguising himself as an ordinary Witch Fiend Sect disciple, then headed deeper into Spirit Snake Island.

…

The western part of Spirit Snake Island was an extremely eerie area, with a cold aura permeating the air, and shrill cries continually echoed, chilling to the bone.

In the depths of this ominous region lay an ancient manor, covering hundreds of acres, vastly expansive but devoid of any human presence.

This was truly a place of death.

Swoosh!

The sound of wind breaking rang out, and a figure appeared outside the manor, none other than Ling Chen, who had traveled all the way west.

Halting his stride, Ling Chen looked up at the manor’s gate, where faint yellow, dilapidated characters could barely be discerned spelling out ”Huang Quan Pavilion.”

”This is Huang Quan Pavilion.”

Ling Chen’s heart was stirred, but his inner vigilance doubled. This place was eerily quiet. On his way here, he hadn’t seen a single person, but the quieter it was, the less he could rest easy. The most lethal dangers are those that go unnoticed.

Without hesitation, Ling Chen entered Huang Quan Pavilion.

The moment he stepped into Huang Quan Pavilion, Ling Chen felt an immensely suppressive aura and was hit by a foul stench of death—a corpse’s smell.

Holding his breath, Ling Chen continued forward. Inhaling too much of this smell might lead to corpse poisoning, and although Ling Chen was immune to all poison, an excess intake could affect his body significantly, posing considerable trouble.

The progress was much smoother than Ling Chen had anticipated, and within a dozen minutes, he entered a loft.

The inside of the loft was extremely spacious, with coffins positioned around the walls. There were also eight hanging coffins distributed around the loft, creating a very eerie scene.