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Chapter 583: Mo Shiyun
"I can sense you already. Come out."
Gabriel’s calm, flat voice cut through the ruined, dusty air of the archway, bouncing softly off the cracked stone pillars.
Liang, Evelyn, and the surviving members of the Martial Palace and Broken Dawn lay spread across the blood-covered stone floor, their eyes wide with confusion. They looked around weakly, unable to pick up anything or anyone. To them, the place was empty, except for the massive, headless iron body of the mini giant guardian slowly fading into silver mist.
But Gabriel’s gaze was locked on a dark, wide crack in the far stone wall.
Tap.
The sound of a soft, leather soled boot stepping onto the stone broke the silence. From the total darkness of the crack, a figure dressed in loose, pitch black robes stepped out. The robes were lined with red lines that seemed to slowly pulse in the dark. The figure’s face was fully hidden beneath a deep hood and a half mask carved from pale bone.
Tap. Tap.
More shadows appeared behind the first. One by one, five more black robed figures slid into the chamber. Their presence was completely weightless, as if they were ghosts floating across the cracked floor.
"W Who..." Liang gasped, his blood stained lips shaking as he tried to lift his head. Panic grabbed his chest. His senses were usually sharp enough to notice a falling leaf from miles away. Yet, these six figures had been standing right there, watching the entire earth shaking battle, and he hadn’t felt a single trace of them.
Beside him, Evelyn’s teeth chattered, her fingers clawing at the stone as she stared at the black robes.
"Demonic Qi..." she whispered, her voice cracking. She could feel it, the violent, blood scented energy leaking from the robed figures. It was a dark contrast to the clean, pure energy Tianlan cultivators possessed.
Before anyone could speak, another footstep echoed from the side of the chamber. The guide, who had led Gabriel’s group through the dangerous traps of the tomb, slowly stepped forward.
His earlier look of fear and nervousness was completely gone. His face was blank, his eyes dull, and his posture calm as he walked toward the robed figures, completely ignoring the broken bodies of the fighters who had trusted him.
"You did well, guide," the leading black robed figure said. The voice was cold, thin, and totally empty of any human warmth.
The guide did not reply. He simply stopped three steps away from the robed figure and bowed his head in complete, robotic obedience.
"But your role is done," the robed figure added.
With a sudden, lightning fast flick of his wrist, the robed figure pulled a rough, black bone dagger from his torn sleeve.
SLASH!
The blade cut clean through the guide’s throat in a single, smooth motion. The guide didn’t even scream. He let out a wet, gurgling gasp as his hands grabbed his neck, dark red blood spraying from the wound. He fell forward, his body hitting the stone floor with a heavy thud, his eyes staring blankly at the dark ceiling.
Right away, his blood began to ripple, draining toward the carved lines of the stone to feed the giant spike.
"H He killed him..." Bunny whimpered, grabbing Cassie’s arm in pure terror. "Just... just like that..."
"He was their spy," one of the survivors growled, his knuckles white as he watched the body. "The bastard led us straight into this trap."
"A loyal tool, I would say," the robed figure corrected, flicking the blood off his bone dagger with a casual motion. "But a tool that is too weak is a problem."
Throughout the whole thing, Gabriel stood perfectly still. His hand rested on the handle of his sheathed Dragon Fang dual blades, his face hidden behind the white phantom mask. His electric blue eyes were calm and sharp. He had already known the guide was suspicious, so he wasn’t really surprised like the others.
Suddenly, the black robed figures parted. They stepped to the side, forming a straight path as a final figure slowly walked out from the dark crack.
Click. Click.
The sound of floating black metal nails tapping softly against each other echoed in the quiet chamber.
The final figure stepped into the light. She wore worn out black robes that seemed ancient, covered in dust and dried blood. Her posture was straight, her dark eyes staring out from beneath a mask carved from pale bone. And floating quietly behind her back, hovering in a circular pattern, were seven long, black iron nails.
The moment Gabriel’s eyes landed on the floating nails and the woman’s posture, the cold, unbothered front he had kept up throughout the whole exploration broke apart.
His eyes widened behind his visor. His chest tightened, his breathing stopping for a split second as a violent wave of pure shock ran down his spine.
’Mo Shiyun.’
Gabriel’s mind raced, his thoughts turning into a wild storm. How? It was impossible. The memory shard he had just taken in happened hundreds of years ago. He had seen with his own eyes the Core Suppressing Spike turning her into a frail, dying old woman.
He had watched the mini giant guardian return to the chamber, its massive axe swinging down to butcher her and her followers in a brutal bloodbath.
She should have been dead for centuries. Her bones should have turned to dust.
Yet, here she was, standing in front of him, her very presence giving off an aura that felt colder and more dangerous than any expert he had run into since his arrival in this world.
"White Phantom," Mo Shiyun said. Her voice was soft, carrying a dry, rough chuckle that sounded like dead leaves scraping against stone, the exact bone chilling voice Gabriel had heard in the memory shard.
She stepped closer, her dark eyes looking down at the massive, headless iron body of the mini giant guardian that was still fading into silver mist.
"I must give you my deepest thanks," she said, her voice dripping with polite yet deeply dark amusement. She slowly turned her gaze to Gabriel, the floating black nails behind her back shifting in a silent, guarded pattern.
"We of the Demonic Sect have waited centuries for this moment," Mo Shiyun continued. "That mini giant with the axe was a troublesome watchdog. Its instincts were tied to the dead god’s core, built to hunt down and wipe out any trace of high grade Demonic Qi. The moment my followers or I stepped near this chamber, it would wake up at full power to destroy us."
She let out another dry, rough chuckle.
"But you... you walked in and tore it apart like a common beast."
Mo Shiyun tilted her head slightly, her black robes rustling. "You have cleared the last thing standing in our way. Now, there is nothing left to stop us from reaching the spike."
Gabriel’s grip on his Dragon Fang dual blades tightened. The puzzle was finally, horribly complete.
The Demonic Sect had been hiding in the shadows of the tomb, using the guide to lure the Martial Palace and the otherworlders here to feed the spike with their deaths while waiting for someone strong enough to take out the giant guardian without setting off its anti demonic defenses.
And he had done their dirty work for them.
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