Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 533 - 230: Dragon-slaying Valley (Part 6)

Standing silently on the sand dune, after recording the geographical layout of the earth vein here, Shen Wen’an squinted his eyes slightly, put the paper and pen into his bosom, and continued forward according to the direction of the earth vein deep beneath the ground.

The surrounding wind blade attacks were growing increasingly stronger.

After traveling for several more days, a wind blade suddenly appeared from the void ahead, slashing hard against the Sword Element Shield on his body.

The terrifying power instantly rippled his Sword Element Shield.

Shen Wen’an’s expression was grave.

He felt that the wind blade attack just now would be difficult to withstand for an ordinary existence at the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm.

Moreover, it seemed there was a peculiar force in the surrounding heaven and earth affecting his judgment of the earth vein.

By this time, he understood that this bizarre region was not naturally formed; surely, more powerful cultivators had intervened.

"Could it be that the secrets of the Chess Players are hidden here?"

After pondering this secretly, Shen Wen’an was about to lift his foot when the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Immediately, a flash of light and shadow transformed everything around him.

The vast golden desert that extended skyward vanished, and the scorching air hot enough to burn one’s throat disappeared as well.

Replacing it was a dim sky covering a boundless swamp and shattered, collapsed mountain ranges.

Neither plants nor any vegetation existed among these mountains and swamps, with the soil and rocks all exhibiting a dark purple hue.

To Shen Wen’an, this color was all too familiar.

It was the color of soil soaked with blood that had dried over months and years.

Yet before his eyes, in this endless marshland and mountain ranges, all the soil was of this color.

If true, just how many living beings had died in this place?

Cautiously advancing for a short time, Shen Wen’an soon arrived at a giant canyon, and as he reached the summit, he witnessed an extraordinarily shocking scene!

Flood Dragons!

No! It should be Flood Dragon Corpses!

The enormous canyon was littered with terrifying Flood Dragon corpses lying chaotically everywhere!

Each one was larger than those he had excavated in the Poisonous Miasma Forest back then!

Some of these Flood Dragons had their heads directly severed, while others were disemboweled, dying gruesomely!

At this moment, Shen Wen’an’s mind went completely blank, not knowing whether what lay before him was real or not.

"Good thing I came in time."

"If you had accidentally discovered the secrets of Dragon-slaying Valley, that old fellow would surely nag incessantly."

While Shen Wen’an was perplexed about whether he was now in an illusion realm or some secret realm space, a voice suddenly sounded ahead.

The next moment, the void twisted in front of him, revealing a figure clad in a dark golden robe, wearing a golden crown with hairpin.

The figure was somewhat illusory, with a white and handsome face, making it difficult for Shen Wen’an to discern whether it was male or female.

"Little fellow, go back to where you came from, all this is beyond your reach."

"Senior..."

Shen Wen’an paused in surprise, preparing to bow and salute.

But the figure in the void raised a hand to interrupt him, saying: "Don’t get too close, I don’t have time for idle talk."

As the words fell, Shen Wen’an felt his body was constrained by an immense force!

The next moment, he was hit by a dizzying sensation, and his consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

...

Flame Lake City.

Shen Chongming, He Zhongyi, and Shen Xiuyun stood gravely before the bed.

"Where was Third Uncle found?"

Looking at the unconscious Shen Wen’an on the bed, Shen Chongming spoke in a deep voice.

"Three days ago, the cultivators patrolling outside the city found him on a hill a hundred miles west of the city." He Zhongyi replied.

"Uncle, is Grandpa alright?"

Shen Xiuyun looked at Shen Wen’an with worry.

Shen Chongming shook his head slightly: "Judging by the aura, there shouldn’t be any serious problems, but..."

He Zhongyi continued the topic.

"I personally went to check, and there was no sign of a fight around, not even footprints."

"Third Uncle seemed to appear out of thin air on that hill."

On the bed, amidst the haziness, it seemed Shen Wen’an heard someone speaking beside him.

He tried hard to open his eyes but found his body was bound by a strange force, making it difficult for his divine spirit to control his body to act.

"What’s happened to me?"

From the Spirit Platform in his Sea of Consciousness, his divine spirit frowned and scanned the surroundings, yet found nothing abnormal.

Despite this apparent normalcy, something felt amiss.

"Wen’an, let your father give you a hand."

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard his father Shen Yuan’s voice in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Dad?"

Shen Wen’an called out in surprise, but received no response.

Just under the watch of his divine spirit, a red and white vortex weirdly appeared!

After the emergence of that vortex, an unusual power started being gradually drawn into it, and in a matter of moments, Shen Wen’an realized he had regained control over his body.

"Is this... Flame Lake City?"

Once he sat up from the bed, Shen Wen’an immediately released his divine sense and discovered he was in Flame Lake City, causing his brows to furrow instantly.

"How did I get here?"

At the bedside, seeing him awaken, Shen Chongming and the others were quite excited.

But upon hearing those words, their hearts suddenly sank.

"Third Uncle... still remembers us?"

Shen Chongming cautiously opened his mouth.

Shen Wen’an glanced over the three of them, getting off the bed directly.

"Why are you here in Flame Lake City as well?"

Pouring himself a cup of tea and drinking it, Shen Wen’an spoke.

Seeing no unfamiliarity in his eyes, Shen Chongming breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Third Uncle doesn’t remember his arrival in Flame Lake City?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Wen’an carefully combed through the memories in his mind, yet could not recall why he was in Flame Lake City, nor the purpose of his coming here.

"Grandpa, look at this!"

"And these!"

Among the three with solemn faces, Shen Xiuyun was the first to react, immediately handing him a stack of papers.

Shen Wen’an took the stack of papers curiously, seeing they were filled with complex terrain and lines, accompanied by numerous words.

And these words were all in his handwriting.

After flipping through them, he couldn’t remember where he had written these things.

But from various signs, he vaguely guessed he had been silently erased of some important memories!

Thinking of this, Shen Wen’an’s face turned somewhat grim.

Considering his current realm is Half-Step Golden Core, with essence, energy, and spirit condensed as "Divine Three Flowers".

What kind of existence could silently erase his memories?

If he truly discovered something extraordinary, why had the party not simply silenced him, instead of only erasing his memory and placing him by Flame Lake City?

Noticing his expression, Shen Chongming pondered for a moment and said: "Does Third Uncle’s body have any other issues now?"

Shen Wen’an checked his internal situation secretly and shook his head slightly.

"If so, we should first return to Yunshui City and see what Grandpa says about it."

Mentioning Shen Yuan, Shen Wen’an suddenly recalled when his divine spirit couldn’t control his body, his father Shen Yuan’s voice could cross thousands of miles to be delivered into his Sea of Consciousness.

Also, the red and white vortex that absorbed the strange power within the body...

"Let’s go, return to Yunshui City first."

Storing the stack of papers into his storage bag, Shen Wen’an spoke in a deep tone.