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Chapter 162: Take me away...

  Volume 2: Wind Rises, Sky Turns Cold Chapter 162: Take Me Away...

  On the sword boat where the old ancestor of Handan Mountain closed his door, at the end of this passage outside the entrance, Su Ming sat cross-legged with his eyes open, and there was some confusion in his eyes.

  The spiritual wind did not appear, but instead sank into Su Ming's body, rather than the Sea of Consciousness. He was extremely weak and had to sink into slumber once again; otherwise, he would disperse.

  "My memory only stays with the scene of first waking up a few days before capturing the vulture, no rainy night sky with cracks, no sorrow or laughter... When I woke up, I was already lying on the mountain waist."

  "Perhaps the memories I lack are in that crack." Su Ming looked at the entrance beside him, his eyes determined.

  "Everything about He Feng doesn't seem fake, the stone slab that exists in my spiritual realm..." Su Ming touched the mysterious black stone slab hanging from his neck.

  "It's a bet!" Su Ming took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the entrance without hesitation.

  He had delayed for some time, and now that he had made up his mind, he couldn't afford to waste any more. He had a strong feeling that he was somehow connected to this old man from Handan Mountain, and perhaps the answers to the things that had been puzzling him could be found here.

  "Come......" "Come......" The hoarse voice was filled with anxiety, clearer and more intense than in the outside world, echoing in Su Ming's mind. As soon as he stepped into this entrance, his vision immediately became blurry.

  When everything was clear, what he saw in front of him was a vast expanse of twinkling stars, this starry sky stretched out to the horizon, shimmering with brilliant light.

  "Where is this..." Su Ming was stunned, here was a vast expanse of deathly silence, with only himself existing.

  "This... is... the third dimension of space... come... let me... take a look at you..." The majestic voice became clearer and echoed in Su Ming's mind. At the same time, all the stars in the starry sky before him began to move at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly gathering in front of him. After countless stars moved, a vast expanse of land appeared floating before him.

  These were things Su Ming had never seen before, his eyes grew increasingly bewildered but soon calmed down.

  Su Ming walked silently, step by step, he didn't know how long he had been walking, nor did he know whether he was walking towards that floating land or the land was moving towards him.

  As he approached, when this floating land was right in front of him, Su Ming stepped onto the ground, looking around.

  Surrounding mountains undulate with rivers gurgling, the ground is covered with green grass, and fragrance hits your face. On that grassland, there is a person wearing a gray shirt sitting cross-legged.

  He was a man whose age it was impossible to guess, his body completely withered, only a few strands of hair on the top of his head, his clothes seemed to be rotting off him, he sat there, eyes closed, as if dead.

  "I've finally... waited for you..." The hoarse voice echoed across this vast land.

  "Ancestor of Mount Huan?" Su Ming took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, staring at this person who seemed to have died.

  "You can call me Han Kong......" The sound of vicissitudes revolved, and it was unclear where it came from, falling into Su Ming's ears, stirring up a commotion in his mind.

  "Why did you call me here?" Su Ming asked after a moment of silence.

  "It wasn't me who called you to this place... but you called yourself, and came here..." This time, the voice didn't echo from all around, but came from the withered person in front of Su Ming. As he spoke these words, the man opened his eyes.

  It was a dull pair of eyes but in their depths, like the stars, there existed excitement, longing, and anticipation.

  "Take me away..." A hoarse voice came out of Han Kong's mouth, this voice was like two dry pieces of wood rubbing against each other, having lost their moisture, making people who heard it feel somewhat uncomfortable.

  Su Ming gazed at the skeletal figure of the old ancestor of Mount Hua, and fell silent.

  "As agreed, I have completed the task. I've been waiting for you for a long time... Bring me up..." Yan Kongs words were somewhat difficult to say, and he spoke word by word with a calm expression, but at this moment, there was expectation.

  "I have been away from home for eight thousand years, I want to go back..." The old ancestor of Mount Huan's body trembled slightly, muttering towards Su Ming.

  Just as the Baidu update of "The Legend of Yan Huang" was about to be released, the official YY channel of Er Gen's book club (3943) suddenly shook violently. The stars in the distance rumbled with a deafening roar, and those stars were extinguished one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  "They're coming...... Fast......" Yan Kung's breathing was urgent.

  Su Ming remained silent, and Han's words contained too many things he didn't understand.

  "How can I... take you away?" Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he said slowly.

  "You......" Han Kong was taken aback, staring at Su Ming, his eyes gradually filled with doubt and incredulity, as if Su Ming's simple sentence had exceeded his imagination.

  "Who... are you?" Han Kong's eyes suddenly became fierce, and a massive pressure burst out, under which Su Ming felt like an ant in a stormy rain, with a feeling of suffocation.

  Su Ming took a few steps back, his face pale. He looked at Han Kong and remained silent for a while. As the distant rumbling sound grew louder, he spoke softly: "I am Su Ming."

  "Ah... that's right, it's you." Huan Kong relaxed. The oppressive air dissipated and the sharpness in his eyes turned into expectation. He didn't know that he had misheard "Su Ming" as "fate".

  "You are my fate, you know the way to take me away..." Yan Kongsaid with difficulty. At this moment, the last star in the outside sky went out, and Su Ming and the land he was on began to rumble and shake violently, as if someone outside was constantly bombarding them in an invisible way.

  "Damn it, they came too fast!" Huan Kong's face twisted in agony as he struggled to his feet and took a step forward into the sky.

  "You're safe here, they can't see you and won't come to disturb your spellcasting. I'll go block them, you're the destined one, you have to send me back... You must send me back... You have to, send me back!" Yan Kong's words were followed by a sudden turn of his body, his eyes flashing with ferocity for the first time as he glanced at Su Ming before dashing towards the sky.

  Outside this floating land, the pitch-black starless night sky distorted, and as he walked out, a large number of ripples appeared in the distorted starry sky. Amidst those ripples, a loud roar sounded, and the red-robed elder of the Tian Han Sect walked out.

  "Ah, empty!"

  A low growl echoed, and the red-robed elder's expression turned solemn, filled with majesty. At the same time, his right hand suddenly lifted up.

  But suddenly, the dark sky around him instantly turned into a colorful nebula, and as it rotated, it formed a huge vortex. The rumbling sound revolved around this vortex, which was centered on Yan Kung, rapidly rotating to form an astonishing force.

  A shrill roar burst from Han Kong's mouth, his right hand swung forward fiercely, and instantly a red glow appeared under his feet. Inside this red light was that piece of red grassland, which rapidly expanded in all directions as he swung his hand, covering an area of hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

  At the same time, Han Kong panted heavily, like a beast that had reached its last resort, revealing an unwilling and ferocious gaze, his right hand pressed fiercely against the ground.

  With this press, the hundred-mile grassland rolled over, and a roar seemed to be transmitted, but in the place where Yan Kong's right hand was pressed, a red mist rose, and the mist condensed into a three-headed giant python, which rushed out and went straight to the red-robed old man.

  Immediately afterwards, Huan Kong's left hand pressed on the grass, and a battle cry echoed back. From the grass, red mist rose again, forming a large man wearing red armor, holding a blood sword in his hand. After appearing, he showed a fierce look, charging towards the old man.

  Huan Kong's divine power had not yet ended, he bit his tongue and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. This blood splashed onto the red grassland, instantly causing this hundred-mile-wide grassland to go wild, rapidly writhing and growing at an astonishing speed, spreading like hair.

  "The barbaric tribe, dare to confront my immortal family!" Huan Kong's arms suddenly stretched out, and he stood on the rapidly growing red grass. Although his appearance was withered at this moment, there was an inexplicable aura emanating from him.

  Su Ming watched this scene, his heart pounding, this was the strongest battle he had ever seen, apart from the shadow of Wushan Xingkong's rise. The magical methods used by Yanming left him deeply shaken.

  The old man in the red robe had a calm expression, his right hand raised with one finger, but it didn't point to Han Kong, instead it fell on his own brow, from his brow along the tip of his nose, drawing out a trail of blood.

  At the moment this mark appeared, a roar came from the void behind the red-robed old man. A huge shadow seemed to tear through the void and come forth. It was a thousand feet tall, with its entire body a deep crimson color, a ghostly entity.

  It looked like a giant, but more like a barbaric statue come to life, wearing animal skins, with an upper body that appeared after it let out a startling roar.

  At the same time, the red gourd on the old man's back floated up by itself, and a large number of black shadows flew out from the mouth. Those black shadows were the souls of wild beasts, which were caught one by one by the giant ghost and swallowed into its mouth with a mournful howl.

  At the moment when the three giant pythons and the man wearing red armor charged forward with a fierce expression, this huge ghost suddenly raised its head, its eyes revealing a fierce light, and rushed towards the python. The ghost claws grabbed it fiercely, put it to its mouth and took a big bite, then threw it away and rushed towards the armored man.

  A deafening roar echoed, this gigantic ghostly object was in a fierce battle, the empty red grassland had spread out endlessly, and with a sudden contraction, it almost covered everything, thundering to the heavens.

  Su Ming took a deep breath as the Baidu update sought to bewitch him, his ears still ringing from the official YY channel 3943. Before he could even recover from this shocking battle, a twisted void appeared in front of him, and Huan Kong stepped out from within it. As he emerged, Huan Kong's legs directly disintegrated into nothingness, and with a deathly pale face, he suddenly reached out to grab Su Ming, dashing forward with him before vanishing abruptly.

  All of this happened too quickly, Su Ming was completely unable to dodge and was caught by Yan Kong. As he was taken away and disappeared from the place in an instant, he saw on the sky outside the floating land that was covered with red grass like a hair covering, another Yan Kong flew up amidst the rumbling sound, spewing out fresh blood, his body rushing towards the distance.

  Behind him, the old man in red robe rushed to pursue.

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