PDLP Chapter 296 Mirage Appears
Chapter 296 Mirage Appears
Then, a cool breeze radiated outwards from the direction of the Demon-Subduing Cave.
A gentle breeze swept across the entire world of demonic cultivation, and also over the group of people resting on the mountainside of the mass grave, bringing them a refreshing coolness.
"Hmm, this breeze is just in time; it cools me down considerably."
Among a small group of families huddled at the edge of the line, a patriarch with a somewhat dark complexion wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, clearly someone who was quite sensitive to heat.
"Yes!" Seven or eight people around nodded in agreement.
"Ugh! This weather is unbearably hot." One of them looked up at the dark, gloomy sky above, stained black by the rising resentment, and complained loudly, "Even in this godforsaken place like the mass grave where you can't see the sun, the temperature hasn't dropped much!"
At this point, the group exchanged helpless glances, unable to do anything about it. Although they were cultivators, they were powerless against the might of heaven and earth!
A slightly overweight patriarch with a kind face but shrewdness hidden in his small eyes rolled his eyes, silently nudged the toes of the person to his right with his toes, and asked in a lower voice, "Hey, do you know when this trip to the mass grave will end?"
As he spoke, he made a series of winks and gestures as the others turned their attention to him.
The group, understanding each other perfectly, subconsciously lowered their heads and glanced sideways at the most conspicuous spot at the front, where Wen Ruohan in red, Lan Wenjing in white, and Nie Changfeng in green were chatting and laughing in a harmonious atmosphere.
Surrounding them were also rings of elites from the four families and other friendly forces or affiliated families. The sheer size of the group instilled fear in these individuals with ulterior motives.
The next moment, they immediately looked away and, quite tacitly, lowered their heads and bumped their heads to change the subject.
This small group was actually a typical microcosm of the various large and small groups and forces present. As for the undercurrents surging behind these people, Lan Wenjing and the others could guess it with their eyes closed, but they simply didn't take it seriously!
After this small detail, the wind that brought coolness to everyone gradually grew stronger until it made people's clothes and hair flutter, and then its intensity stopped increasing.
The howling wind swept through a large, dense forest of towering black trees not far from the hilltop, its chilling sound like the shrieks of vengeful ghosts and the murmurs of wronged spirits echoing through the thick foliage.
A gale, tinged with resentment, swept past, sending chills down everyone's spines. Many involuntarily shrank back, sitting up abruptly with hesitant expressions, asking, "What... what happened?"
For a moment, small commotions arose from the crowd.
Lan Wenjing and the others standing at the forefront suddenly brightened up, exchanged glances, and then looked away briefly before maintaining their previous natural expressions.
But in that brief exchange of glances, they knew that the sudden gust of wind must have been caused by something big that Wei Ying had done to trigger this strange phenomenon.
With his mind racing, Lan Wenjing subtly glanced at the distant hilltop, then smiled gently, "Sect Leader Wen, Brother Changfeng, Sect Leader Lin, for days we have been advancing tirelessly into the depths of the mass grave, fighting many battles without a moment's rest."
"Now that something strange has suddenly happened, why don't we set up camp here and rest for a while, and at the same time send someone to investigate, so as to avoid any unexpected events that might bring us danger?"
"After all, we've now begun to venture deep into the heart of the mass grave!"
Wen Ruohan and the others all knew the real purpose behind Lan Wenjing's words, so they did not refute him. Instead, they acted superbly, lowered their heads and pondered for a moment, then expressed their agreement either before or after.
Seeing that no one objected, Lan Wenjing waved to the Lan family members who were three steps away, and asked him and Wen Zhibai to inform the others that they should set up camp here, rest for half a day, and set off again tomorrow.
Before the summoned individuals could even set off to inform the others, cheers erupted from the circle around Lan Wenjing, spreading outwards in concentric circles like ripples on water.
Clearly, Lan Wenjing and the others did not deliberately lower their voices during their discussion, and the people in the closest circle around them were not far away. Cultivators are all sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and they had already heard everything they were saying.
Therefore, before Wen Zhibai and the others could even relay the message, the news had already spread to everyone's ears.
This news of a half-day respite was like a timely rain for those who had been relentlessly advancing the clearing line, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed!
Upon receiving the news, everyone eagerly gathered according to their respective forces, searched for good campsites in the surrounding area, and then quickly took out various supplies from their storage bags to set up camp.
After a busy hour or so, everyone was full and exhausted. After leaving behind a sufficient number of guards, they all retreated into their tents to enjoy a rare moment of peace and sleep.
Of course, this does not include the Lan family members, because it was only midday, not yet the bedtime stipulated by the Lan family rules.
Therefore, the first batch of guard duties naturally fell to the Lan family.
Of course, the others wouldn't be so careless as to entrust their personal safety entirely to the Lan family. Naturally, they each arranged for several of their trusted confidants to guard outside and protect their safety.
Of course, it would be reasonable to set up a unique defensive and warning barrier outside each tent!
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everyone except the guards around them fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Lan Wenjing, who was sitting in the center of the chair, lowered his eyes and seemingly casually tapped a pendant hanging on his waist (actually the communicator given to him by Wei Ying), but in reality, he was secretly sending a message to Wei Ying that they could begin their operation.
At the same time, almost simultaneously, Qiye also sent a message claiming that everything was ready on their end!
Upon receiving the message, Lan Zhan looked up at Wei Ying, whose face was haggard but who was poised to fight, and nodded firmly, saying, "Wei Ying, you may begin the battle!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Ying's peach blossom eyes suddenly shone brightly. He reached out and grabbed nine pre-drawn talismans from the table in front of him. After infusing them with star power, he tossed them aside. The nine talismans, radiating intense crimson light, resembled nine butterflies, gracefully and swiftly flying towards their respective destinations.
They landed simultaneously, triggering the magic array that Wei Ying had set up long ago. A circle of mesmerizing colored light points shot into the sky like magma eruption, and then scattered across the horizon like fireworks.
"Mirage formation, activate!" Wei Ying shouted in a low voice.
In harmony with his voice, nine important nodes at the edge of the entire cultivation world simultaneously lit up their smaller pillars of light, just like fountains in a nighttime park.
In an extremely short time, the fading light spots above the mass grave merged together, creating a dreamlike mist that encompassed the entire world.
Under the shroud of this bizarre and colorful mist, all sentient beings in the entire cultivation world simultaneously had glazed eyes and unsteady expressions!