Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Cold Fiend Ancient Temple

At this moment, Li Changqing saw the Ghost Qi in front of him being forcibly torn apart by something.

Within the Ghost Qi appeared a huge rift, floating above Li Changqing’s Divine Soul Lake, extremely eerie.

At the same time, an astonishing suction force was released from the rift.

Li Changqing’s robes flapped loudly, as if he were about to be drawn into the rift by this force.

“Humph!”

Li Changqing let out an angry hum, his voice resonating like a bell. Although he wasn’t very familiar with controlling the Divine Soul, at this critical moment between life and death, he relied on his mighty Divine Soul to resist this suction force.

Despite the strong suction force, it was unable to overcome Li Changqing.

Standing firm like a rock, Li Changqing remained unmoved.

Even as the fierce winds roared, he stood steadfast among them, unmoving like a mountain.

The power released from this eerie painting was strong, but not to the point where it was overpowering.

“What is that…?”

Through the rift, Li Changqing glanced inside, finding a small world hidden within the rift.

He caught a glimpse of a massive temple beneath the Ghost Qi.

“Peak Master Xu?”

“Mu Qingge the Immortal and that little fellow are all inside.” Li Changqing saw the three people trudging toward the temple like mindless zombies.

“What is this place, and why has it been sealed within this ancient painting?” Li Changqing felt there was a significant secret hidden within.

He watched as they slowly moved toward the dilapidated temple.

The sky was moonless.

Only a pair of blood-red eyes floated above, seemingly observing all things in the world.

As Ghost Qi permeated, Xu Muhai and the two others trudged stiffly toward the rundown ancient temple, devoid of any awareness.

Two stone lions squatted in front of the temple entrance.

The stone lions were covered in moss, surrounded by overgrown weeds, looking as though they hadn’t been cleaned for ages.

Cold wind blew, lifting the dry leaves on the steps before the temple.

The leaves weren’t just dry; even the old tree close to the courtyard wall had been dead for countless years.

An overwhelming sense of desolation permeated everywhere.

The three slowly ascended the steps, their gazes empty as they looked ahead.

Just then, the ancient temple’s door slowly opened, creaking loudly in the silent night.

Three people stepped into the ancient temple.

Li Changqing watched wide-eyed as they entered the temple.

“What is this place?” Li Changqing stepped forward, approaching the rift, carefully peering downward.

As the three entered the temple, their gazes gradually cleared.

They sensed wails of ghosts and howls of spirits at their ears.

As if they had fallen into hell.

“What happened to us?” Yin Changli jolted in fear, looking around in confusion at the ruins, feeling the eerie aura.

In the vast courtyard, there was no trace of a living person.

Moreover, it appeared that this place had been abandoned for countless years.

“Where is this…?” Mu Qingge and Xu Muhai awoke from their recent trance.

Seeing themselves inside this courtyard, they became extremely vigilant.

“Bang!”

A dull sound echoed as the ancient door behind them slammed shut!

The heavy sound seemed to seal their vitality.

“Not good!” Xu Muhai’s face suddenly changed.

Mu Qingge was about to ask Xu Muhai what had happened but before she could, her face also changed dramatically.

Because both Mu Qingge and Xu Muhai felt their True Essence being suppressed within their bodies.

Within them, their True Essence was like a car stuck in a swamp, difficult to move.

Which meant they couldn’t wield their cultivation skills in this terrifying place.

If they had their skills, they could fend for themselves in this scary place, but here they couldn’t even use their cultivation, leaving them helpless against danger.

“Our cultivation is suppressed.” Xu Muhai pushed hard against the heavy door behind, but it wouldn’t budge.

“What is this place that can suppress our cultivation?” Mu Qingge glanced around, “Where is Fellow Daoist Changqing?”

“Ah, yes.” Xu Muhai remembered.

Where was Li Changqing?

Just now, Li Changqing and Yin Changli stood apart, but adjacent, and since Yin Changli entered, Li Changqing should have too.

Why was Li Changqing nowhere to be seen?

“Did Senior Changqing not enter?” Yin Changli cautiously speculated.

“If Brother Changqing didn’t enter, that’s even better. He would find a way to save us.” Xu Muhai nodded, “We should first take a look inside; standing here gives me a bad feeling.”

“I feel the same, like someone is watching us.” Mu Qingge took a few steps forward, instinctively looking back.

“Huh?” Mu Qingge’s gaze landed on the large sign hanging from the eaves.

The sign hung askew, the words rotted.

Yet they could still make out the four large characters.

Han Sha Ancient Temple.

“Han Sha Ancient Temple…” Seeing these words, Mu Qingge showed a hint of fear in her eyes, taking a step back instinctively.

“It really is Han Sha Ancient Temple.” Xu Muhai also looked up at the sign, equally astounded.

“Master, what is Han Sha Ancient Temple?” Yin Changli saw their expressions, knowing this place was unusual.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath, calming her emotions.

“Han Sha Ancient Temple was once the most powerful Buddhist sect in the Cang Yuan Realm,” said Mu Qingge.

“Buddhist sect?” Yin Changli asked in surprise, “What is that?”

“They revered the Buddha, divining Buddhist scriptures from scrolls. Their cultivation techniques are wondrous, particularly effective against the Ghost Race.”

“Many years ago, led by Han Sha Ancient Temple, several dozen Buddhist temples in Cang Yuan Realm fought an epic battle against the Ghost Race.” Xu Muhai continued, “In the end, the Ghost Race won, albeit barely, and the other Human Race sects banded together to drive the Ghost Race into the Cloud Wasteland.”

“However, the people of the Buddhist sect were nearly wiped out; since that battle, Han Sha Ancient Temple vanished from Cang Yuan Realm, and it’s now been almost a millennium.”

“No one expected Han Sha Ancient Temple to be sealed within a scroll, truly unbelievable.” Xu Muhai found the matter incredibly confounding.

“We’ve been schemed against.” Mu Qingge’s eyes narrowed, “That painting was meant to trap us; opening the scroll transported us here. Though I don’t know their purpose, I do know if we don’t find a way out soon, we’ll have no escape.”

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