novelraw Chapter 456, Ghost Fire Well, the Prison
Chapter 456, Ghost Fire Well, the Prison
With Hua Changxi's departure, the Hua family courtyard fell silent.
The Hua family members are all cultivators with exceptional hearing, so everyone in the Hua family heard the argument between Hua Changxi and Hua Sanlang in the courtyard.
Hua Changxi's statement—that he would not establish the 'Hua Dynasty'—completely extinguished the fervent hopes of the Hua family, who adhered to the principle of 'family first'.
No one in the entire Hua family spoke.
But in everyone's heart, a silent storm is brewing.
After leaving Xuanyuan Mansion, Hua Changxi went straight back to Lingguang Palace.
Upon returning, she immediately sent a message to Yun You, the logistics manager, asking her to find a way to purchase materials for crafting armor and weapons. She then notified Die Wu in Wutong Forest to deliver the materials to Li Huo Cliff and hand them over to the weapon refiners for crafting.
The demons of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the sea monsters of the ocean.
As Hua Changxi heard more and more news of the demon race's invasion, she suddenly realized that, in addition to guarding Nanxiang City, the Vermilion Bird Army also bore the responsibility of protecting the human race.
Moreover, the Vermilion Bird Army needs training!
However, the Vermilion Bird Army is not yet equipped with a complete logistics and supply system, and its armor and weapons are not yet in place, so it is not the right time for them to go out for training.
Afterwards, Hua Changxi sent messages to the managers of other departments, instructing them to intensify the training of the Vermilion Bird Army. After giving these instructions, she did not linger for a moment. With a swift movement, she transformed into a crimson shadow and sped towards the mass grave in the southeast direction.
The reason she was in such a hurry to leave the Hua family was twofold: firstly, she really had nothing to say to her family; and secondly, she sensed that the 'fire axe' she had gathered in the heart of the mass grave was vibrating.
Something happened at the mass grave!
Half an hour later, Hua Changxi appeared alone at the edge of the mass grave.
As soon as she arrived, her brows furrowed.
The 'Fire Axe' trembled not because someone had entered the mass grave, but because ghostly energy was escaping from beneath the mass grave again.
The Prince of Shou is already dead, so how can there still be ghostly energy emanating from him?
Hua Changxi's expression darkened slightly. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to explore the Ghost Fire Well tonight.
Immediately, she lightly touched the ground and leaped into the heart of the mass grave, appearing before 'Fire Axe'.
At this moment, the 'Fire Axe' was humming incessantly, and the crimson flames on the axe were noticeably weakened as it tried to suppress the surging ghostly energy below.
Hua Changxi poured spiritual power into the 'Fire Axe', and only after the 'Fire Axe' shone brightly again did she turn her attention to the ground.
The royal family had set up a concealment array here. Hua Changxi was not good at breaking arrays, so she gathered fire spiritual power in her hand and quickly condensed a new 'fire axe'. Then she grabbed the 'fire axe' and chopped it down hard.
"Boom!"
As the fire axe fell, the spirit shield suddenly rose. Then, with a 'bang,' the spirit shield shattered, and the fragments turned into thousands of points of light that scattered in all directions.
Once the formation was broken, the true face of the heart of the mass grave was revealed—a deep, dark chasm stretching for thousands of feet, filled with ghostly energy, making it impossible to see its full appearance.
Hua Changxi stood at the edge of the rift valley, watching the ghostly energy churning within, his brows furrowed and his heart heavy as iron.
The rift valley was bottomless, and the ghostly aura was so thick that it was almost tangible. Even divine sense could not penetrate it, and she could only vaguely see several blood-red chains deep in the valley, slowly writhing in the darkness, wrapping and tightening like living things, as if suppressing some indescribable thing.
It's Jing Sheng!
Hua Changxi's pupils trembled slightly. The blood-red chains were exactly the same as the bloodline chains of the boy with the Netherworld Eye, Jing Sheng. Moreover, in her view, those blood-red chains also seemed to be preventing the ghostly energy from dissipating.
Well-living and Ghost Fire Well must have some kind of connection!
The next instant, Hua Changxi took a deep breath, and the flames in her right palm blazed brightly, like a crimson cloud spreading. Then, ripples spread across the void, and a fire lotus rose slowly from her palm.
The fiery lotus rose into the air and slowly sank into the rift valley.
Wherever it passed, the ghostly aura dissipated and evaporated like snow meeting boiling water.
The darkness was torn apart, and light surged in like a tide.
As the fire lotus continued to sink, the outline of the rift valley gradually became clear—the valley walls were rugged like bones, engraved with many incomprehensible incantations.
In the center of the valley, a colossal white platform stands out—from above, it is clearly a white skull carved from a giant bone!
Meanwhile, at each of the four corners of the skull—east, west, south, and north—stands a Vermilion Bird sculpture made of fire crystal.
At this moment, endless ghostly energy was gushing out of the skull's mouth, and deep within the skull's two eye sockets, one could see eerie and terrifying green flames.
The fire lotus eventually floated above the skull.
The flames spread like a canopy, directly weaving a crimson barrier above the skull—the ghostly aura emanating from the skull's mouth was incinerated into nothingness before it could even rise.
Hua Changxi gracefully landed and stood in front of the skull platform.
In front of the platform, a black stele, three zhang tall, stood silently. Its surface was like a mirror, yet it exuded a chilling aura.
Engraved on it is a line of striking blood-red characters, seemingly written with the blood of countless dead souls: Better to be torn to pieces than to enter the Ghost Fire Well—Nanxiang Town Prison Master.
"Prison Suppression..."
Hua Changxi murmured softly, suddenly realizing that the Ghost Fire Well was very likely the prison where the Vermilion Bird Army, who had committed offenses, were held. (End of Chapter)