Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 1458 - 716: Mysterious Deliberations!_2

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, silently on guard in their hearts.

They knew that the appearance of these mysterious figures might be related to the Heart of Swamp, and they had to uncover the truth quickly.

The two decided to split up; Luo Chen went to the city’s library, hoping to find more historical records about the Heart of Swamp.

Meanwhile, Qing Shuang planned to visit some of the city’s elders, perhaps they knew some unknown secrets.

Luo Chen arrived at the library, where books were abundant, and shelves were filled with various ancient tomes.

He explained his purpose to the librarian, who then led him to a section specifically storing materials about the swamp.

Luo Chen began to immerse himself in reading, hoping to find clues.

At the same time, Qing Shuang came to the oldest area of the city, inhabited by many long-lived elders.

She visited door to door, patiently inquiring about the legend of the Heart of Swamp.

The elders recalled ancient stories they had heard in their youth. A white-haired elder told Qing Shuang: "The Heart of Swamp is the spirit of the land. It maintains the balance of this land, but if anyone tries to disrupt this balance, the Heart of Swamp will awaken and bring disaster."

Upon hearing this, Qing Shuang felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

She realized that the actions of those mysterious figures might be threatening the swamp’s balance.

She thanked the elder, hurried back to the inn, and shared her findings with Luo Chen.

Luo Chen also gained insights at the library, discovering an ancient tome recounting the legend of the Heart of Swamp, stating: "The Heart of Swamp will reveal its true power every hundred years, and this moment is about to arrive."

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the concern in each other’s eyes.

They knew they must act quickly to stop the mysterious figures’ plot.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang decided to first explore the swamp’s edge to see if they could find traces of the mysterious figures.

They packed their belongings and set off immediately.

Along the way, they remained highly vigilant, ready to counter any potential danger.

As they approached the swamp’s edge, they indeed discovered some unusual signs.

The ground was marked with chaotic footprints, and some vegetation was damaged.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang cautiously tracked these traces, delving into the swamp.

As night fell, a thin mist enveloped the swamp, reducing visibility to almost nothing.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang lit the torches they carried and continued forward.

Suddenly, they heard whispering sounds not far away, as if someone was talking.

The two swiftly extinguished their torches and quietly approached the source of the sound.

Through the mist, they saw a group of black-clad individuals gathered around a glowing object, seemingly conducting some sort of ritual.

Holding their breath, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang observed carefully.

Soon after, they noticed a pool of blood-red liquid in front of the black-clad figures.

The pool of liquid seemed to move with the various rites performed by the black-clad individuals.

The whole scene was eerily strange.

"What... what is going on here?"

Luo Chen whispered to Qing Shuang, his voice full of vigilance and confusion.

Qing Shuang also frowned, her eyes revealing a hint of uneasiness but more determination.

"We must be careful," Qing Shuang responded softly. "It seems they are trying to awaken some kind of power, which aligns with the legend of the Heart of Swamp that we know."

The two continued to observe, trying to gather more information from the black-clad individuals’ conversation.

However, the black-clad individuals seemed to be using a language they couldn’t understand, making it difficult for Luo Chen and Qing Shuang to comprehend their true intentions.

"We can’t let them complete the ritual," Luo Chen gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to act at any moment. "But we need a plan."

Qing Shuang nodded, knowing that charging in directly would be seeking their own destruction.

They needed to find an opportunity, one that would allow them to disrupt the ritual without being discovered.

Just then, a gust of wind blew through, dissipating the mist and revealing more figures in black.

They seemed to be waiting for a specific moment, each one appearing unusually focused.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a look, knowing it was the best time to act.

Silently, they moved to the rear of the black-clad group, using the swamp’s vegetation as cover, steadily approaching.

Just as they were about to reach attacking range, a black-clad individual suddenly turned around, as if sensing something.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang immediately halted their steps, holding their breath, concealed in a dense thicket.

The black-clad individual glanced around but ultimately found nothing unusual and returned to the ritual.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang sighed in relief and continued their stealth.

Finally, they reached a position where they could launch a surprise attack.

Luo Chen drew his longsword, while Qing Shuang gripped her weapon tightly.

Exchanging a glance, they understood each other’s intentions without words.

Luo Chen initiated the attack, springing like a bolt of lightning from the thicket, his longsword aimed at the nearest black-clad individual.

Qing Shuang followed closely, her weapon slicing through the night with cold glimmers, aiming for another black-clad individual’s vital point.

The sudden attack caught the black-clad figures off guard. In their panic, they attempted to counterattack, but Luo Chen and Qing Shuang’s assault was swift and precise, quickly felling several of them to the ground.

However, the remaining black-clad individuals quickly regrouped, forming a formation to prepare for battle.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang knew they had to disrupt the ritual before the others organized completely.

Qing Shuang wielded her weapon, sending out waves of energy to repel the surrounding black-clad individuals.

Luo Chen seized the opportunity to dash toward the glowing object, intending to use all his might to destroy it and stop the ritual.

As Luo Chen was about to touch the glowing object, a powerful force burst forth, knocking him backward.

He landed heavily, feeling dizzy.

Qing Shuang quickly rushed to his side, helping him up.

Both gazed at the glowing object, only to see it shaking violently, as if something was about to emerge from within.

"We must stop it!" Luo Chen gritted his teeth, getting up once again.

Qing Shuang nodded, realizing this could be their last chance.

The two charged at the glowing object once more, this time focusing all their power on the attack.

Just as their weapons were about to make contact, the entire swamp trembled, a burst of energy radiating from the center, sending Luo Chen and Qing Shuang flying again.

It seemed they had failed...

As Luo Chen looked forward again, he saw a giant tortoise, like a small mountain, entirely blood-red, surrounded by a strange aura, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

"What is this?"

"Is it something born from that eerie pool?"

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang struggled to stand amidst the swamp’s tremors, their eyes full of shock and confusion.

The colossal crimson tortoise, its massive form almost occupying the entire swamp’s center, its eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom and wildness.

"This can’t be a naturally formed creature," Qing Shuang murmured, a quiver in her voice.

Luo Chen gripped his sword hilt tightly, knowing that against such a giant creature, their weapons might seem insignificant, yet he showed no signs of retreat. "We must stop it, whatever it is."

The tortoise seemed to sense their resolve, letting out a low roar, causing the swamp’s ground to tremble. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The black-clad individuals were more excited by the tortoise’s roar, circling it as if awaiting something.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, knowing they must act now.

Luo Chen charged at the nearest black-clad individual, his swordsmanship fierce, each strike whistling through the air.

Qing Shuang, on the other hand, cast her spells, sending out ice blasts from her hands, freezing several black-clad individuals in their tracks.

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