Chapter 392 - Chapter 392: 392, [Danger of the Boundary Monument] (Request for Monthly Tickets) (1/2)
Chapter 392: 392, [Danger of the Boundary Monument] (Request for Monthly Tickets)
The artifact held by the Second Priest, resembling a scepter, bore a unique design.
At its top was lodged a dark red gemstone, and beneath that, the carvings of two long, black snakes twirled around each other, mimicking a pair of dragons playing with a pearl.
The handle was covered in dark, complicated runes, scattered haphazardly and shimmering faintly with a muted glow.
This was the Second Priest’s precious possession, comparable to a Purple Level Magic Weapon of the Heavenly Dust Continent, and it seemed to be straight out of a video game since it could emit light.
Its name was the “Scepter”, but players affectionally dubbed it… the “Control Wand”.
The Second Priest was infamous for his brutal techniques on the battlefield. In a previous life, his Soul Devouring Flame drove players mad with agony. Thus, whenever players saw him, they could not help but remark sarcastically: “Did you span your Control Wand today?”
What’s the big deal with killing me in a second? Even if you kill me, it won’t stop me from ranting at you!
Death was not scary. What was scary was that if you don’t rant at him now, and if you happen not to encounter him in the future, then you won’t have the chance to rant!
The Second Priest held the “Scepter” horizontally in front of him, extending his left hand to stroke the dark red gemstone at its top.
Originally, he had two signature treasures: the Red Jade Ring and this “Scepter”. Now, only one remained, which filled him with resentment.
The dark red light in the Second Priest’s eyes continued to flicker. He could see the verdant qi surging from the Boundary Monument and determine the location of the Dragon Eye of the West State Dragon Vein by observing the flow of this qi.
“Found it.” His thin lips curled slightly upward, displaying faint excitement.
He was ready to strike.
“This is, after all, a crucial area of West State, and time is running out. I have to succeed in one blow.” He thought to himself.
Although this avatar only possessed sixty percent of his actual strength, he deemed it was enough.
No matter what material this Boundary Monument was made from, even if it’s that kind of superior material used to forge Purple Level Magic Weapons, he was confident of destroying it.
The Second Priest’s lips barely moved, without making a sound, he silently muttered an incantation.
In the next instant, a blazing red snake burst forth from the “Scepter”, barrelling towards the Western State Border Monument in the distance.
—It was invincible!
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Before the Western State Border Monument, a large number of Sword Cultivators were meditating with their eyes closed.
They were different in physique from Lu Xun, hence they couldn’t hear a certain voice in their surroundings.
“Dida, dida, dida…”
“Today is the… I don’t know how many days Lu Xun has been away.”
“Why hasn’t he come to see me yet?”
The Boundary Monument Dida mumbled to itself, it was a pity that apart from Lu Xun, it doesn’t seem like anyone else could hear it.
It could have gotten used to loneliness, but it had experienced the bustle.
For it who was always alone, having just Lu Xun for company was already considered lively.
Thankfully, it had a long life. Since the establishment of the two Sword Sects, it had already existed, and to date, it had a history of over a thousand years, so its perception of time was different from ordinary people.
In the eyes of many, a year was already a very long time, but to it, a year was like nothing.
It had just habitually mumbled these words, but it didn’t have any thoughts of blaming Lu Xun in its heart. Or you could say… it had never felt such a negative emotion as blame.
In recent days, Dida could feel the turbulence in West State, and for some reason, it felt melancholic.
It was a strange emotion, and Dida found it hard to get used to it.
When it had nothing else to do during the day, it’d count the number of Flying Swords that zoomed across the sky.
Flying overhead, all of them originated from outside of West State.
These Flying Swords belonged to the Sword Cultivators from outside West State. Even though their bodies were buried elsewhere, their swords found their way back to the Sword Tomb.
The returning Flying Swords, in essence, brought back news of their demise.
By the end of the count, Dida could hardly bear to continue.
At the same time, it was also worried about Lu Xun’s safety.
After all, he was its only friend.