klisemfg Chapter 252 Crisis in the Spirit Realm
Chapter 252 Crisis in the Spirit Realm
Zhuang Yu stood in the void, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be affected by that cold aura, becoming viscous and stagnant, as if he were sinking into a swamp.
He could clearly smell the blood in the air, not the pungent smell of a killing, but a faint, nauseating stench, like rotting flesh.
The smell entered his nasal cavity, stimulating his nerves and making him even more convinced that something unknown must have happened in the spirit world.
His brow furrowed, and his unease grew stronger.
This power was extraordinary; it carried an evil aura that devoured everything, as if it wanted to drag the entire spirit world into an endless abyss.
Zhuang Yu could feel his blood boiling slightly. It was a tremor from the depths of his heart, an instinctive fear of unknown danger, yet also a hint of eager excitement.
In the distance, a powerful surge of spiritual energy was rapidly approaching.
Zhuang Yu didn't need to turn around to know that it was the people from that mysterious ancient family who had caught up with them.
Their aura carried undisguised hostility, piercing the surrounding tranquility like sharp blades.
At this moment, deep within the territory of an ancient family, in a dark and secluded hall, the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive.
The patriarch sat on the high throne, his body hunched over, his face etched with wrinkles of time, but his deep eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
He gripped the scepter tightly in his hand, his aged face filled with resentment and anger.
"That brat... he actually obtained the secret treasure!" The clan leader's deep voice echoed in the hall, trembling with anger. "How can we let an outsider easily take away the treasure we have guarded for thousands of years!"
Below the main hall, a burly man, the eldest son of the family, stepped forward, his tone filled with undisguised arrogance: "Father, please rest assured, your son will definitely capture that brat and make him hand over the treasure with both hands!"
He was determined to personally crush Zhuang Yu under his feet and make him pay the price for his foolishness.
"Very good," the clan leader nodded, "Gather all the clan's strength and make sure we capture him!"
"Yes, sir!" Inside the hall, everyone responded in unison, their voices filled with murderous intent, as if they wanted to tear Zhuang Yu to pieces.
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the eldest son's eyes. He licked his chapped lips, already fantasizing about trampling Zhuang Yu under his feet.
He couldn't wait to crush this arrogant fool completely.
Just then, space distorted, and a black figure silently appeared in the hall.
His aura was cold and eerie, completely different from that of the family patriarch.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a face hidden in the shadows, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips: "It seems your prey is also my target..."
Zhuang Yu stood in the void, his body shimmering with spiritual light, his eyes like torches, watching the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations that were rapidly approaching.
His gaze was firm and cold, showing no fear.
In this perilous spirit world, he was no longer the unarmed, grassroots boy he once was.
The power he gained from the secret treasure surged within him like an inexhaustible source, filling him with boundless confidence.
"Hmph, come on!" Zhuang Yu shouted, his spiritual energy transforming into a shield that blocked the first wave of attacks from his family members.
Although these late-stage Nascent Soul experts possessed imposing auras, they appeared as weak and vulnerable as a ray of light in a storm in front of Zhuang Yu.
With a wave of his hand, a dazzling beam of light pierced the sky, instantly sending several family members flying.
When they landed, the ground cracked open with fine fissures from the spiritual energy, revealing a scene of utter devastation.
The family members looked horrified, staring at Zhuang Yu in disbelief.
This is clearly an insignificant outsider, so why is he so powerful?
Their weapons and magic seemed utterly powerless in the face of this force.
Zhuang Yu approached them step by step as if strolling in a garden, each step making the ground rumble, and the spiritual energy in the air seemed to be distorted by his imposing aura.
Seeing this, the eldest son of the family was filled with rage. He was no longer willing to stand by and took action himself.
His figure resembled a roaring beast, his body shrouded in spiritual light, sweeping towards Zhuang Yu like a tornado.
A storm of spiritual energy swept around, engulfing the nearby flowers, plants, and trees, which were instantly torn to shreds.
The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees and the surge of spiritual energy, as if the whole world was shaken by this power.
Zhuang Yu remained calm and composed. His movements were extremely agile, as if he had become one with his surroundings. None of the eldest son's moves could hit him.
Those watching from the sidelines, if they were thoughtful, would surely be amazed by Zhuang Yu's agility and wisdom.
Just as the eldest son's offensive weakened slightly, Zhuang Yu struck back with a powerful spiritual force. // This is where the suspense ends abruptly.
"No—" The eldest son of the family cried out in alarm as he was knocked back several steps by Zhuang Yu's palm strike, leaving him in a disheveled state.
He was knocked back by the force of the palm strike, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had been defeated by an unknown kid.
The surrounding family members were also stunned by this sudden change; they stood frozen in place, not daring to approach.
Upon seeing this, the clan patriarch's face turned terribly grim.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and slowly said, "Stop!" His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable authority.
This sudden action stunned everyone present, including Zhuang Yu.
He originally thought that a fierce battle was inevitable, but he did not expect that the other side would take the initiative to propose a ceasefire.
“Young man, your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations,” the clan chief said slowly, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes. “But you should understand that making an enemy of our entire clan will not do you any good.”
Zhuang Yu sneered, his eyes showing no fear: "I don't want to be your enemy. I just want to resolve the crisis in the Spirit Realm. If you insist on obstructing me, I will not show any mercy."
At this moment, the girl he missed most was Wang Yao, who had always been silently by his side.
He just wanted to resolve the crisis here as soon as possible and then go back to reunite with her.
Thinking of Wang Yao's gentle smile, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, which strengthened his resolve.
"A crisis in the spirit world?" The clan leader seemed somewhat surprised by Zhuang Yu's words. "What do you know?"
“I know more than you think,” Zhuang Yu said firmly. “I sense that this crisis is related to your secret treasure.”
The clan chief's expression changed slightly. He gave Zhuang Yu a deep look and slowly said, "Young man, you are very intelligent and courageous. Perhaps we can talk..."
"What do you want to talk about?" Zhuang Yu asked warily.
The clan chief was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Let's talk about how to cooperate and resolve this crisis together..."
The clan chief's words stirred something in Zhuang Yu's heart. He was not a bloodthirsty person, and avoiding conflict would naturally be the best option.
Moreover, he had a vague feeling that this ancient family might know some inside information about the crisis in the spirit world.
"Cooperation?" Zhuang Yu's tone was tinged with a hint of probing; he hadn't completely let his guard down. "How would we cooperate?"
The clan chief gave Zhuang Yu a deep look, a hint of helplessness on his aged face: "I know that with your current strength, forcibly stopping you will only increase casualties. It would be better to be honest with each other; perhaps we can find a way to resolve this crisis." He paused, then continued, "You're right, this crisis is indeed related to the secret treasure we are guarding."
Zhuang Yu's heart skipped a beat; just as he thought!
A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart instantly; he could sense the unease in the clan chief's words.
What exactly is this secret treasure?
Why did it trigger such a terrible crisis?
Countless questions flashed through his mind, and his brows furrowed tightly.
"The secret treasure is called 'Spirit Source,' which is the cornerstone for maintaining the balance of the spirit world." The clan leader's voice was low and solemn, with a hint of fear that he could not hide. "But for some reason, the power of Spirit Source has recently begun to decline, and it has even shown signs of being corrupted by some kind of evil force."
Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine; he realized that the seriousness of the matter far exceeded his expectations.
The Spirit Source is actually the key to maintaining the balance of the Spirit Realm. If it is devoured by evil forces, the entire Spirit Realm will probably fall into an abyss of no return.
His heart was filled with a strong sense of mission; he had to stop all of this from happening!
"So, you're also helpless?" Zhuang Yu's tone was cold. He found it hard to believe that this ancient family, which had guarded the secret treasure for thousands of years, was completely without a solution.
“We have tried everything, but nothing has worked.” The chieftain sighed, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness. “That evil force is too powerful; we simply cannot fight against it.”
Zhuang Yu fell silent; he could sense the despair in the clan leader's words.
It seems things are more complicated than he imagined.
He needs more information about spiritual sources and evil forces in order to find a way to resolve the crisis.
“I can cooperate with you.” Zhuang Yu raised his head, his gaze firm and sharp. “But you must tell me all the secrets about the Spirit Source and fully cooperate with my actions.”
The clan chief nodded, seemingly having anticipated Zhuang Yu's request: "Of course, we are willing to pay any price to resolve this crisis."
Just as they reached a preliminary agreement on cooperation, Zhuang Yu keenly sensed a cold gaze fixed intently on them.
That gaze was as cold as a venomous snake, carrying a chilling malice.
He slowly turned his head, looking in the direction from which the gaze had come, his pupils suddenly contracting...