NFBE Chapter 470 Don't Panic
Chapter 470 Don't Panic
The priest, dressed in a silver-white sacrificial robe, slowly walked up to the altar, and as he passed the embers, he was touched by a trace of coldness that he himself could not perceive.
The chilling aura coiled around his wrist as if it were alive, passing through the layers of robes beneath, and finally entangled with the well-hidden demonic energy.
Xue Chongyu watched as the priest ascended the altar. With a wave of his hand, he conjured three jade-white chairs beneath the altar. The one in the middle was particularly exquisite, with a lifelike white wolf carved on the armrest, its eyes azure blue.
Jinguang glanced at the priest on the platform one last time, then turned and sat down in the chair in the middle.
Lian Chuan felt that his master was very different today.
He usually receives his master's teachings in the Ice Flower Pool, and he is always as cold and solemn as the bright moon in the sky.
But since last night, the aloofness that once clung to his master seems to have faded, replaced by a peaceful...lazy demeanor.
That's right!
The young man looked at Jin Guang, who was sitting on a white jade chair and yawning. The woman leaned casually against the white jade chair, one hand supporting her face and the other resting on the wolf head on the armrest, her jade-white fingertips idly stroking it, exuding an indescribable nonchalance.
However, this sluggishness was not the usual kind of tiredness or fatigue. In Lian Chuan's opinion, it was more like a large beast conserving its energy before a hunt.
It sent a chill down one's spine for no reason.
"jingle!"
The priest on the altar began to move, the silver bells adorning his robes jingling crisply with each step.
Lian Chuan quickly withdrew his divine sense from observing Jin Guang and knelt down on one knee before the altar along with Xue Chongyu beside him.
As he lowered his head, two snow-white wolf ears appeared on the top of the young man's head, fluttering and bumping into the fine snow falling from the sky.
Revealing a portion of one's demonic form during the ritual preceding the trial is a tradition of the wolf clan, representing reverence for the numerous icy spiritual veins of the Northern Region.
Amidst the cold, fine snow, only Ember, seated in his chair, and the priest on the altar remained standing, not kneeling.
Jin Guang rested his cheek on his right hand, watching the silver-white figure on the altar spin continuously. With the wave of his staff, the icy power in the surrounding world seemed to transform into endless rivers, converging towards the altar. Finally, at the top of the priest's staff, it turned into a pure white ball of light, which slowly flew into the Thousand Mountains and Light Ink Painting.
The blue lotus pond on the ink painting of a thousand mountains began to slowly rotate under the impetus of the icy power. The ink-wash-drawn water began to flow gently, rippling with rootless lotus flowers...
Like a group of souls that never stop flowing.
Lian Chuan heard the clear sound of water. The young man looked down at his feet and saw a small stream flowing down from the altar. The icy water flowed past his feet, soaked his knees, and carried the Pure Ice Lotus behind him.
The young man tried to turn his head to look, but it felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his neck, and he couldn't move at all; even his consciousness was frozen.
Lian Chuan felt a sense of panic and wanted to send a telepathic message to Xue Chongyu, but before he could finish the thought, a cold hand landed on his head.
The cold, calm voice of the embers reached his ears:
"Don't panic!"
Jin Guang stood beside Lian Chuan until the icy stream carried the Pure Ice Lotuses to the feet of the disciples participating in the trial. Only then did he take a moment to glance at the priest on the altar.
The sound of silver bells continued, and the old man on the altar was still moving around, but he looked clearly unwell.
It's unclear when it started, but suddenly many threads entwined with demonic energy appeared on the masked priest's body, connecting to his joints and pulling him to repeat the ritual dance that should have ended long ago.
Jin Guang stood quietly by the altar, watching him as he was devoured by the icy power extracted from the earth's veins, letting out a silent scream.
What kind of distorted expression lay beneath the mask? Intrigued, Jin Guang gently raised his hand, and a gust of wind swept across the altar, lifting the priest's mask.
Not an old man!
Although the face beneath the mask was distorted and black blood flowed from all seven orifices, it was not the old man presiding over the priesthood.
Jin Guang suddenly chuckled softly.
It turned out to be just a small scout!
With a flick of her long sleeves, the woman's gentle sword light instantly merged with the icy power on the altar...
Lian Chuan lowered his head and saw a bright red streak appear in the stream at his feet.
is blood!
In no time, the entire stream flowing from the ink painting of a thousand mountains was dyed a bewitching red.
As the embers gazed at the solitary mask atop the altar, they spoke:
"A thousand mountains in light ink, a scene so lifelike it's almost real."
"The stream beneath your feet is the embodiment of the landscape painting 'Pale Ink of a Thousand Mountains' in reality. Now, relax your mind and attach it to the Pure Ice Lotus at your feet, and you can enter the Pale Ink Mountain."
"The scenery within Mount Danmo is ever-changing, with distinct seasons. I urge you all to proceed with caution and prudence, and pass this trial!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, Lian Chuan sensed the fluctuations of the spiritual senses of the surrounding disciples.
The weight on his neck disappeared, and the young man subconsciously looked up, wanting to see the person who had been holding him down.
But before he could make a move, he heard Ember's voice.
The coldness in the woman's voice faded, replaced by a somewhat cheerful laugh:
"Chongyu River, clear breeze and bright moon!"
"exist!"
Lian Chuan heard the voices of the other three people.
"The four of you will enter Danmo Mountain with the trial disciples. No matter what, you must protect the safety of the trial disciples!"
"I will obey the Lord's command!"
Jin Guang gently raised his hand and pointed out several beams of spiritual light to the four people kneeling below. The spiritual light transformed into snow-white butterflies in mid-air and flew into the foreheads of the four people.
Lian Chuan and the others felt an exceptionally cold aura enter their bodies, and then their souls uncontrollably detached from their bodies and flew away.
Lian Chuan saw his own body still kneeling on one knee, the blood flowing on the altar, and...
The ancestor stood alone beneath the altar.
The young man couldn't help but speak up:
"Master!"
A tug came from behind him, and Lian Chuan saw his grandmaster look up and smile slightly at him:
"Go on..."
The woman's voice was soft, yet it resonated in the minds of the four:
"Don't panic!"
As Lian Chuan and the others were sucked into Danmo Mountain, the smile on Jin Guang's face vanished in an instant.
The woman's icy blue pupils had now turned completely blood red, and the immortal sword that had been lying dormant behind her emitted a low hum.
Behind the woman were several dark figures standing on the roof!