PMG Chapter 1663
Chapter 1663: Ancient clan
Lin Feng shivered, he was right, they had come for him. Lin Feng was sure that it was someone from the Everlasting Palace.
“I thought they wouldn’t come because Si Xiang City was so far away from Gold-Fire City, but I was wrong.” thought Lin Feng. What he didn’t know was that without Sword Mountain, the young man couldn’t have found him, but it was too late now. Lin Feng’s only hope was for the professor to protect him. If he gave up Lin Feng, then Lin Feng wouldn’t have a chance. But even if he was caught, he knew that since he had the Everlasting Celestial Emperor’s deployment spells, they wouldn’t kill him.
As expected, after their group heard that, they all turned to Lin Feng, Meng Qing and Qiu Yue Xin. They had different opinions, but the professor in the golden-purple clothes had to decide.
The professor’s eyes twinkled as he thought. Time passed quickly, but he didn’t look worried, “Lin Feng is our guest of honor, and we won’t let him down.”
If he gave up Lin Feng, everything he had done for him would have been useless. if Lin Feng left, then it would be a different story.
“Hmph!” The young man groaned as he accelerated.
They continued flying above mountains and fields. Sometimes, the people on the ground saw them and were amazed by their speed.
Far from Lin Feng and the others, there was a desolate mountain range where the sun seemed to loom just above it. However, at that moment, darkness was invading the area.
The darkness seemed gloomy, like an ancient grave opening. A coffin was slowly starting to break apart, unveiling a dark shadow. With it, a terrifying Qi rose to the skies, an ancient strength invaded the sky.
Somewhere nearby, a strong cultivator was practicing cultivation in a cave. However, he suddenly opened his eyes and left the cave just in time to see a terrifying darkness fill the entire mountain range.
“That’s world strength!” he was a medium-level emperor, so he understood that strength. After having broken through to the Huang Qi layer, cultivators’ perceptions were even more acute. They could create small worlds, and the stronger they were in terms of cultivation, the more stable their small worlds were. Of course, it didn’t mean that the bigger a small world was, the better it was. If a cultivator’s abilities were not high enough, his small world could be destroyed easily, which would make all their efforts pointless.
“Go.” a strong cultivator’s silhouette flickered. In the central part of the mountain range, a terrifying dark vortex appeared, its dark Qi was as fast as the strong cultivator.
Some time passed, and the dark shadow caught up and surrounded the strong cultivator. The strong cultivator’s facial expression changed drastically as he shouted, “No!”
The strong cultivator disappeared inside that darkness.
The vortex was getting more intense as lights flashed inside it. It wasn’t just a dark vortex, it was also filled with something else. There was nobody left in the desolate mountain range, they had all either been absorbed by the darkness or had escaped.
With a gust of terrifying wind, someone appeared, a human being. There was an altar above him, and above the altar, there was a cloud carrying a coffin. There were complex marks on the coffin.
In front of the altar, a group of old people appeared who were wearing antique clothes. They were skinny and looked strange.
The atmosphere calmed down, there was only destructive energies left, and still, nobody talked.
World Clan, the world clan was a mysterious group of ancient clans. They understood world strength, which was a mysterious and mystical strength that couldn’t be used by ordinary people.
In the distance, a boat and a young man appeared. They didn’t know there was an ancient group there and that they were having a ceremony. They were using the ancient world coffin to transmit their knowledge to new kings.
After some time, the group in the boat noticed the dark vortex in the distance. They frowned and said, “What’s that?”
However, the boat was fast, so after a short time, the professor in golden-purple clothes, who was a high-level emperor, was close enough to sense the world strength.
“World Strength.” The professor made the boat fly in that direction, he wanted to see what was going on there.
“Argh!” the young man behind shouted furiously. His voice was loud enough to make some mountains explode.
The two old people before the altar raised their heads and gazed into the distance. The boat and the young man couldn’t go back now.
“Bastard!” the professor in the golden-purple clothes and the young man weren’t far from those people and the young man had shouted so that everybody could see them.
The boat stopped, the professor looked at the two old people before the altar and at the surroundings. His heart started pounding, that was an ancient clan, and they were having an important ceremony which they didn’t want disturbed.
The young man smiled coldly, but then quickly looked petrified when he realized what was going on. He also started trembling, ancient clan, world strength, was that a mysterious ancient clan?