This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 142 Reappearance of Source Marks

Xiao Xingchen, who was observing all of this, keenly noticed that although the black-robed figure successfully avoided most of the attacks,

But the appearance of that final sword dealt him a heavy blow. Even in the instant his form dissipated, there was a clear difference compared to the previous times; it seemed to be a sign that he was exhausted.

The figure closely following behind confirmed Xiao Xingchen's guess: the black-robed man was seriously injured this time.

He pondered for a moment, then decided not to give chase. Since the black robe had left that mysterious black mark on him, he had no need to worry about the black robe not being able to find him.

As long as the Black Robe survives, it will inevitably come knocking on your door sooner or later, like a malignant tumor clinging to your bone.

As for himself, it was a pipe dream to think he could get out of Cangshan on his own. Heaven knows where he was right now, and apart from the royal ancestral land in the canyon, he couldn't think of any other way out.

What he witnessed tonight horrified him. The hidden power here was so strong. Both the numerous sword immortals and the sword itself were like a key, unlocking a whole new world for his mind.

The fact that all those transmigrators, including Xiao Jianxian, chose this place as their final resting place is no accident. There must be a reason why so many experts are stationed in the royal ancestral land.

So what is it about Cangshan Mountain that makes it so desirable to so many people?

He gazed towards the canyon, then resolutely turned and left, following the memory of his last encounter with Daji, to find that thatched hut.

He knew that there was only one way out: to leave from the thatched hut and cross the boundary marker.

Moreover, once he arrived at that thatched hut, he could rest for a while. Although the black-robed man had given him a pill, his physical injuries had not lessened much. At this moment, he was like a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to move.

Fortunately, he still retained some memory of the location between the thatched hut and the royal ancestral land. After a difficult night's journey, he finally arrived at the land where he had once encountered Daji at the break of dawn.

However, when he saw the former thatched hut, a chilling cold, like a venomous snake, suddenly surged up from behind him. Where was the tranquility and peace he had felt upon first seeing this place?

The ground was covered with messy footprints, as if uninvited guests had visited the place after they left. The thatched hut had been ransacked, and traces of a fierce battle could even be seen.

Centered around the thatched hut, everywhere he looked was the devastation left by the ravages of weapons, and he even caught a glimpse of a huge animal claw mark.

"What exactly happened here after I left?"

He couldn't help but feel suspicious. Everything here had been destroyed beyond recognition. This was definitely not the result of someone accidentally stumbling into the refuge, but rather the result of someone deliberately coming to search for someone and then venting their anger after failing to find them.

Could it be that he's here to see Daji? His heart grew heavier, and the mysteries surrounding Daji snowballed.

He longed to confront Daji face to face and get to the bottom of things, but unfortunately, after their last parting, Daji and Chen Miao both disappeared without a trace, which had left him restless for the past few days.

He knelt down in front of the ruins of the thatched hut and examined them carefully.

Judging from the scattered dust, this place has been destroyed for some time.

The calligraphy and books written by Daji are now lying in disarray among the ruins, and it is clear that these books and calligraphy have been read.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Xiao Xingchen, like an explorer, gently picked up the calligraphy that Daji had once written and carefully opened it.

However, disappointingly, nothing special was found on it.

Moreover, during his time living here, he often browsed Daji's bookshelf, trying to find clues from them.

What were those people looking for here? Were they people or things? Countless questions shrouded him like clouds, plunging him into deep confusion.

If there's anything unusual about Daji, it might be the hill she once visited.

It was like a mysterious world divided in two by black and white, like an insurmountable chasm.

With that in mind, he continued forward without hesitation, taking firm steps toward the small hill.

To everyone's delight, the hill, like a dazzling pearl, remains intact, peaceful and serene like a paradise on earth.

The three ley lines, like loyal guardians, protect this hill and safeguard this mysterious land.

Standing here, scenes from the past flashed before his eyes like a movie.

Just as he was puzzled, the black mark on his forehead, which had been marked by the black robe, suddenly trembled violently, like a bomb that had been lit, and exploded in his mind with a "boom".

The explosion was like a bolt from the blue, sudden and unexpected, catching him completely off guard. His body was already weak, and this explosion made his head feel like it was about to explode, causing him excruciating pain. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

At that moment, the earth vein patterns, like a nimble snake, reappeared and slowly climbed up the hill.

As the Origin Runes spread across his entire body like a tidal wave, the black mark on his forehead erupted like a volcanic eruption, and a giant black dragon suddenly shot out from his forehead, baring its fangs and claws, trying to soar into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the source runes flashed with dazzling light, transforming into countless tough chains that, like a net, directly trapped the black dragon that was trying to escape.

Xiao Xingchen lay quietly on the ground, like a sleeping baby.

Above his forehead, a mysterious source pattern and a black aura intertwined like two giant dragons, piercing his mind like sharp arrows.

While unconscious, Xiao Xingchen seemed to have entered a mysterious space. Beneath his feet lay an impenetrable, dense blackness, like an endless abyss.

Above his head were shimmering Origin Runes like stars, and he walked alone in this mysterious place, as if lost in an endless labyrinth.

"Where exactly is this place?" he asked in a puzzled voice.

The source patterns shone brightly, like the dazzling stars in the night sky, and a mysterious voice lingered in his ear: "The sacrifice on your body has triggered the source patterns of this place's ley lines, which are cleansing you of the turbidity of the sacrifice."

"Who are you?" Xiao Xingchen exclaimed in surprise.

"You don't need to know who I am. Last time you came here, I helped you get rid of the poison of your luck. This time you have provoked such a strange and ominous power as the Sacrifice. Little one, please don't come here again in the future, okay?"

Gazing at the shimmering Origin Runes in the void, Xiao Xingchen seemed to suddenly understand and hurriedly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you so much, senior. I have no way to repay your great kindness. If you ever need my help in the future..."

"Shut up! I will be eternally grateful if you never return. Now tell me, where is Daji? Why do I see you all alone?"

"Senior, Daji has disappeared, and I have also encountered great calamity. I fled back to this place in order to survive. I hope you can give me some guidance."

"Disappeared? When did this happen? No wonder she didn't come with you. Only she could suppress your strange black ritual."

"Not long ago, Daji disappeared without a trace. I have found some clues. If you know anything about her, please tell me how to find her."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes lit up, and he was secretly delighted. He had stumbled upon such a magical place by accident. It could both cure the poison and the black ritual. This senior must be a hidden master.

"Is that really the case? But the timing seems a bit off. Kid, recount your outing with her in detail, and how exactly did you get this black ritual staining you?"

"it is good."

Xiao Xingchen quickly began to recount everything he had seen and heard along the way, from their encounter with the boundary marker after leaving Cangshan Mountain, to their arrival in Yong'an and embarking on the path of the Sword Immortal, and even his experience of accidentally entering the Silent Temple. He told it all without reservation.

He had a vague premonition that the senior in front of him was unfathomable, and perhaps many mysteries could be solved here.