106: My Godly Father (Chapter 37)

The Mysterious Small Tower's pull was irresistible.

Quan Yun's body was pulled by an invisible force, dragging him deeper and deeper into this land of death.

His current situation was like walking through a graveyard in the middle of the night, surrounded by shadowy, flickering ghosts.

Waves of the undead were everywhere.

Sometimes it was a group of twisted humanoid wraiths, other times it was giant beasts pieced together from white bones. They wandered through the thick grey fog, exuding endless malice towards the living.

Quan Yun could only cower, tightly compressing the Divine Soul power of his Divine Roaming Realm, turning it into a thin film that clung to the surface of his body, striving not to leak even a trace of the aura of the living.

He walked with extreme caution at every step.

"Mysterious Small Tower, oh Mysterious Small Tower, my life is completely in your hands now. You must not harm me!"

Quan Yun cursed this broken tower thousands of times in his heart.

At a time like this, it was still dragging him into such a dead zone.

If he didn't absolutely have no other choice, he would really want to dig this tower out of his body to see what kind of thing was inside.

Although he had been cautious to the extreme, an accident still happened.

A withered hand, belonging to some unknown creature, protruded from under his feet.

Quan Yun was shocked and hurriedly used his Divine Soul power to shatter it.

"Snap."

The soft sound was like a thunderclap in this deathly silent environment.

In an instant, dozens of undead wandering nearby turned their heads in unison.

Their hollow eyes locked onto Quan Yun simultaneously.

The next second, a sharp, silent shriek erupted.

Groups of undead beast tides, formed from the aura of death, rushed towards him frantically from all directions.

"Damn it!!"

Quan Yun drew his sword and slashed.

His spiritual power was exhausted at this moment, and he could only rely on his Physical Body strength and remaining sword technique instincts to fight.

Pfft!

With one sword strike, he shattered the head of an undead leopard.

But at his side, an undead giant python had already opened its bloody maw to bite him.

He rolled away in a sorry state, but his back was viciously clawed by two ghost claws, tearing away a large chunk of flesh.

The undead here were more than a tier stronger than what he had encountered before.

Resisting was simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In just a few breaths, he had gained a dozen wounds deep enough to see bone, and he had turned into a bloody mess.

Soon, he collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on.

Watching a massive bone claw about to crush his head, a glimmer of despair flashed in Quan Yun's eyes.

Was he going to die here?

Just as his life hung by a thread, the Mysterious Small Tower in his Sea of Consciousness, which had been playing dead all along, finally stirred.

Hum—!

A cyan ball of light erupted from the Mysterious Small Tower, immediately passing through his body and enveloping Quan Yun completely.

The light was not blinding, but it carried a sense of vastness and majesty originating from the primeval times.

All the undead that lunged near, upon touching that light, let out shrill screams and immediately dissolved into green smoke.

With the cyan tower light protecting the body, evil was banished!

The previously ferocious undead beast tide was now terrified, as if they had seen a ghost, each one retreating in fear, not daring to approach even an inch closer.

Quan Yun lay in the light shield, panting heavily, his face showing the relief of having survived a disaster.

Just like that, under the protection of the tower light, he followed the Mysterious Small Tower's guidance, walking leisurely along the way.

The surrounding undead scattered one after another, making him look truly like the sole monarch of this dead zone.

Looking at this absurd scene, Quan Yun's vision darkened, and he almost fainted from anger.

If you had this cyan light, why didn't you release it earlier?!

Did you have to wait until he was almost beaten to death before taking action?

He seriously suspected that this broken tower was doing it on purpose.

...

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

At the exit of the Meteorite Plain Secret Realm, the massive starlight gateway was gradually dimming.

The Secret Realm was about to close.

In front of the gateway, experts from various major factions of the Eastern Region had already gathered.

Prodigies were constantly walking out of the Secret Realm.

Some returned fully loaded with greatly increased strength, full of high spirits.

Some were heavily injured, being helped out, their faces full of lingering fear.

Still others had broken arms or legs, their path of Dao hopeless from now on, their expressions desolate.

There were even more Sect elders who waited and waited, but until the very end, they could not wait for the appearance of their own Prodigies.

Their faces turned pale, and they already had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Quan Batian and The Cripple, Li Fentian, were also standing in the crowd.

"Strange, why hasn't Yun'er come out yet..."

Quan Batian stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was just a little puzzled.

After all, they knew Quan Yun's strength very well; with his Earth Spirit Realm ninth-layer cultivation, he had combat power not inferior to a Heavenly Spirit Realm Divine Body, and he had plenty of means to save his life.

Among this group of Prodigies, he was definitely a top-tier existence.

However, as time gradually passed, most of the surviving Prodigies had come out, but Quan Yun's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

Quan Batian's heart began to sink bit by bit.

The Cripple, Li Fentian's expression also became serious.

Just at this moment, shocking news spread rapidly from the mouths of those Prodigies who had survived.

"That Quan Yun from the Quan Family obtained the supreme Sword Scripture!"

"What?! The Sword Scripture was obtained by him?"

"Indeed! We saw it with our own eyes; that page of the Sword Scripture flew directly into his brow!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

But immediately after, another piece of news made all the discussion come to an abrupt halt.

"After Quan Yun obtained the Sword Scripture, he was besieged by dozens of Divine Body Prodigies and was heavily injured!"

"In the end... forced by desperation, he plunged into the Forbidden Land of the Meteorite Plain!"

"The Forbidden Land? That dead fog area?"

"Yes! After he went in, he never came out again. He has most likely fallen!"

Everyone knew in their hearts.

Suspected to have fallen?

Stepping into that place was simply certain death!

Boom!

Quan Batian's brain buzzed, and a monstrous killing intent uncontrollably surged into the sky.

The surrounding Cultivators were hit by this pressure, all changing color and retreating repeatedly.

His heart instantly plummeted to the bottom.

He had also been to this Secret Realm when he was young, and naturally knew how terrifying that land of death was.

Even if a Heavenly God Realm expert broke in, they wouldn't get any good outcome.

Yun'er, he...

Quan Batian clenched his fists tightly, not even feeling his nails piercing his palms.

But he still refused to believe it.

How could his son just die like this?

...

Deep in the Secret Realm, the forbidden death zone.

Under the protection of the Mysterious Small Tower, Quan Yun did not know how long he had walked.

The surrounding grey fog became thicker and thicker, and the sense of deathly silence was almost enough to freeze one's Divine Soul.

Finally, he stopped in his tracks.

The pulling force from the Mysterious Small Tower reached its peak here.

He looked up.

He saw that at the end of the thick fog ahead, a tall tower cast entirely from cyan ancient bronze was standing quietly in the center of this dead zone.

The ancient tower's height was unknown, its spire disappearing into the endless thick fog, with no top in sight.

The tower body was engraved with countless profound and ancient runes, exuding a sense of vastness that felt completely out of place in this world.

It just stood there, as if it had existed for hundreds of millions of years.