Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1571 - 808: Can’t Keep Up with This Line of Thinking_2

Gu Yuan almost fled from Heaven Three, rushed into Heaven Four next door, slammed the door shut, leaned against the door panel, panting heavily, his heart still pounding wildly in his chest.

Inside the room, Gu Sheng sat alone at the table, unconsciously tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop.

He had long since noticed that Gu Yuan was not an ordinary Martial Artist. The Bloodline Power hidden in his body, though weak and suppressed by the cultivation technique of death, possessed a unique Source aura, as if it could encompass all things, which did not escape his perception.

"Mixed Element Spirit Body..."

Gu Sheng muttered to himself, eyes gleaming.

This was an extremely rare, nearly heaven-defying constitution, inherently attuned to myriad paths, with extraordinary affinity and insight into the Heaven and Earth Laws.

Once truly awakened, he could not only quickly master various cultivation techniques and Martial Techniques, but also understand the Source of all techniques, with a terrifying ability to interpret, deduce, and even complete fragmented Ancient Secret Techniques!

This was precisely the assistance he urgently needed at present.

He had in hand some key remnant Chapters of Ancient Secret Techniques, obscure and profound, difficult to interpret with ordinary methods.

If he could gain the help of an awakened Mixed Element Spirit Body, it would undoubtedly accelerate the process greatly, and might even unravel some mysteries that had troubled him for a long time.

"Must keep her by my side."

Gu Sheng had already made a decision in his heart.

This constitution once exposed would undoubtedly provoke a mad scramble among all major top-level forces, and might even attract the coveting of some ancient existences.

Before Gu Yuan possesses sufficient ability to protect herself, staying by his side is instead the safest choice.

As for the conditions of the deal... that matter truly requires a Mixed Element Spirit Body to accomplish.

Night deepened, and the camp’s clamor gradually subsided. The bustling workshop during the day became deserted, with only a few stalls illuminated by faint lights. From inside the simple stone houses and wooden sheds came the tired snoring of Martial Artists.

The night in the ruins was far more dangerous than the day; the gloomy aura permeating the air grew more intense, as if countless eyes were watching in the darkness.

Outside the camp, several patrol teams formed by Martial Artists from different gangs were carrying special lanterns emitting faint white light, patrolling back and forth.

The light from these lanterns seemed to have a certain dispelling effect on the Ancient Martial Artist’s Remnant Soul, and was one of the guarantees of safety during the camp’s nights.

"Damn, why does it feel especially cold tonight?"

A burly man with a scar on his face tightened the leather jacket around him, cursing softly.

He was a minor leader of the Head Hunting Gang, First Level of Sect Realm cultivation, yet at this moment he felt a chill burrowing straight into his bones.

"Yeah, Scar, I also feel something’s amiss."

A tall, skinny Martial Artist next to him echoed, casting a wary glance around.

"The wind feels sinister, like something’s crying in our ears."

"Everyone perk up!"

Scar shouted in a low voice.

"Don’t let those ghostly things sneak in! Keep your eyes peeled!"

The patrolling Martial Artists gripped their Weapons tightly, nerves taut.

In the night ruins of Wuya Ancient City, any anomaly was enough to make one’s heart leap with fright.

Just then, one of the Martial Artists in the team with sharper Perception suddenly looked up toward the distant direction of the Ancient City ruins, his face showing an expression of uncertain alarm.

"Look... what’s that over there?"

At his words, everyone turned to look.

Deep in the ruins, the originally hazy moonlight veiled by thin clouds was being swiftly engulfed by an even larger, denser darkness!

That darkness slithered and gathered, forming a gigantic dark cloud that blotted out the sky, rolling slowly but with oppressive gravity toward the direction of the small town where the camp was located!

Where the dark cloud passed, moonlight vanished completely, plunging the earth into an even deeper darkness.

An indescribable aura of chill, deathly stillness, and oppression spread forth with the dark cloud’s approach!

"Oh no!"

Scar’s face changed drastically, exclaiming in alarm.

"Quick! Raise the alarm! Something’s approaching! Something big!"

"Raise the alarm! Enemy attack! Enemy attack——!"

Scar’s shrill howl shattered the dead silence of the camp, followed immediately by the piercing sound of Bone Whistles frantically resounding all over the camp!

"Whooooo—Whooooo—"

The town, sunk in slumber, was instantly roused!

The doors and windows of countless stone houses and wooden sheds were flung open, one by one Martial Artists rushed out, dressed dishevelled, faces still bearing sleep, but more filled with panic and fear.

"What’s happening?!"

"Residual soul! It’s Ancient Martial Artist’s Residual Soul! So many!!"

"Oh my god! Quick, look at the sky!"

Everyone saw the massive black cloud rolling rapidly toward the small town!

Despite the cloud’s arrival, the chilling aura, as if freezing even the soul, had already descended, making everyone feel breathless, hearts pounding.

"The quantity... the quantity is too much!"

A Martial Artist standing on the watchtower said in a trembling voice, filled with despair.

"Dense as can be... impossible to count! At least... at least over twenty thousand! And the aura is strong, most are at Earth Martial Realm level!"

Twenty thousand Earth Martial Realm Ancient Martial Artist’s Remnant Souls!

This news instantly shattered the psychological defenses of many Martial Artists in the camp.

This was certainly not a power they could resist!

Panic spread.

"Run! Run quickly!"

"Can’t stop it! Staying means death!"

"Run outside the ruins! Leave the ruin area!"

Some Martial Artists, without hesitation, turned to flee toward the camp’s outskirts, desperately running away from the direction of the Ancient City ruins, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs.

But there were also many Martial Artists, especially those affiliated with gangs or who lived here year-round treating the camp as their last refuge, who showed ferocity in their eyes.

"Damn it! Fight them!"

"Head Hunting Gang! Form an array! Hold the east side!"

"Array Breaking Gang! Go to the west side! Use talismans and Array Flags!"

"Anyone who doesn’t want to die, come here! Defend the camp! Otherwise, nobody can escape!"

Angry shouts and roars arose one after another.

Some experienced Martial Artists quickly organized and relied on the simple houses and hastily erected low walls, forming sparse defensive lines.

Various colors of lights lit up, Weapons were unsheathed, talismans activated, their faint lights appeared so small and powerless against the massive darkness.

The entire small town fell into extreme chaos, cries and curses, sounds of Weapons clashing, energy bursting all mixed together, death’s shadow loomed over everyone.

Inside Heaven Three, Gu Sheng was already standing at the window.

His calm gaze penetrated the darkness, clearly "seeing" the cloud formed by countless twisted, semi-transparent, thickly emitting death aura and killing intent residual souls.

Where they passed, vegetation withered instantly, even the air turned foul and thick.

"Exceeding twenty thousand, mostly Earth Martial Realm, with a few Sect Realm mixed... this is by no means naturally formed."

Gu Sheng’s thoughts subtly shifted.

"Is something in the depths of the Ancient City triggered? Or... artificial?"

At this moment, the door of Heaven Four next door was suddenly flung open, Gu Yuan rushed in with a pale face, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Big Brother! Outside... outside..."

"Ancient Martial Artist’s Residual Soul attacking, enormous in number, the small town can’t hold."

Gu Sheng turned around, his tone still calm, as if declaring something completely unrelated to him.

"Prepare, we’ll leave amidst the chaos, directly into the depths of the ruins."

Gu Yuan was stunned by Gu Sheng’s overly calm demeanor, subconsciously asked.

"Leave? Now? It’s so chaotic outside, with so many residual souls..."

"The more chaotic the better, perfect for covering our entry into the depths."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, heading straight towards the door.

"I’m going to Linyin Pavilion to get some things, meet at the hotel entrance in half a cup of tea’s time."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already vanished outside the door.

Gu Yuan stood there, her mind still confused.

Outside was overwhelming residual souls and desperate battles, yet her big brother thought of taking advantage of the chaos to go deeper into the even more dangerous ruins?

This mindset... she completely couldn’t keep up.

But she didn’t dare delay, immediately rushing back to her own room, quickly stuffed her few belongings—some clothes for changing, some dry food and miscellaneous items into a shabby bundle.