Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c12

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 12 In the Most Beautiful Form

A place without sky, without earth, without wind, without sun, isolated from the entire world yet not completely detached from it—this was the peak of the Holy Mountain.

The peak of the Holy Mountain was a secret to all humans, including the Noah Holy Church and the Twelve Saints.

Besides a few individuals chosen by the Saints, Wu Jianming from Dawn, Lin Qingfeng and Su Qinyin from Dragon City, were the first batch of humans to arrive at the peak of the Holy Mountain.

The reason for using the word “batch” was because, before this, no more than two people had ever entered the peak of the Holy Mountain.

What they faced was a scene unprecedented for all of humanity.

“Charge!”

The broken chains signified that an unknown seal had been broken, and something that shouldn’t exist in the world had been liberated.

Perhaps being the first to charge in at this time would entail unimaginable danger.

But no matter what, the human pillars standing in this position absolutely didn’t have the option to “flee,” even Dawn’s Wu Jianming possessed this resolve.

Their movements were swift. Crossing countless broken chains, they arrived at the front of the throne.

When they set foot on the ground again, they fell silent.

“This is…”

Wu Jianming still hesitated.

But Lin Qingfeng and Su Qinyin were greatly shaken and immediately knelt on one knee.

“Holy Soul!”

Sitting on the throne was a tall woman with an ordinary face, wearing a simple gray cloth dress.

She sat upright on the throne with her eyes closed, seemingly taking a nap, yet not a trace of life could be sensed from her body, like a lifelike sculpture.

Upon closer observation, one could see marks left by chains on her body.

These broken chains were originally used to bind this body, but for some reason, they had been undone.

“…Holy Soul?”

Wu Jianming was stunned. He had indeed heard that Dragon City called the ancient soul resting within their trump card, the “Cenotaph,” the “Holy Soul,” but why would the Holy Soul’s remains appear on the peak of the Holy Mountain?

At this moment, Lin Qingfeng’s expression became even more serious. He stared at the remains for a long while, then lowered his gaze and said,

“No, it shouldn’t be the Holy Soul… It should be, the Saint’s remains!”

The Saint who saved human civilization a thousand years ago, ultimately fought against the Gods on the peak of the Holy Mountain. This event was recorded in many places, but before this, it was all considered legend.

But if that was the case, it still couldn’t explain these chains…

“Look quickly, there are some words here.”

Su Qinyin used her ability to trace exotic auras and discovered a small line of words in front of the throne, seemingly newly written.

Hearing this, Wu Jianming and Lin Qingfeng immediately leaned closer, reading the crooked and unsightly small words together with Su Qinyin,

“Luo Yan, Absolute Death… or perhaps called Saint, the last trace you leave in this world should be in the most beautiful form.”

“…”

Miss Luo Yan.

They hadn’t forgotten that the goal of this trip was to retrieve Miss Luo Yan, but after arriving at the peak of the Holy Mountain, they hadn’t seen her figure.

They didn’t expect to see traces of “Luo Yan” again in this way.

“But why would the Saint be called ‘Luo Yan’ and ‘Absolute Death’?”

Wu Jianming’s eyelids twitched wildly. At this moment, they seemed to have touched upon some unknown secrets.

There were still more unanswered questions, including the chains, including the Saint who looked exactly like the “Holy Soul.”

Most importantly, this mysterious “Miss Luo Yan,” what kind of existence was she, and where was she?

“Could she have already left the peak of the Holy Mountain?”

This thought flashed through Wu Jianming’s mind, but just then, he heard Su Qinyin’s exclamation,

“Look up, quickly!”

Up?

Wu Jianming subconsciously looked up, but quickly remembered Lord Zang’s instructions.

However, the thought of “looking up” had just surfaced, and it occupied all his thoughts like an irresistible madness.

Any thought, any hesitation, couldn’t stop it.

Lin Qingfeng and Wu Jianming both looked up. Together with Su Qinyin, they gazed beyond the starry sky, preparing to witness the truth that terrified the Gods.

…The dazzling starry sky remained beautiful.

There was no truth, nothing at all.

The peak of the Holy Mountain began to tremble, and a repulsive force acted on everyone, trying to expel them.

Their bodies retreated uncontrollably. Even Wu Jianming, using “Dharma Body Heaven and Earth” in desperation, couldn’t resist this repulsive force.

This feeling was as if… the peak of the Holy Mountain rejected everyone.

In the final moments before leaving the peak of the Holy Mountain, Lin Qingfeng directly used “Heavenly Soldier Descent,” forcibly approaching the Saint’s remains in light form.

His target wasn’t the Saint’s remains, but the small words on the ground.

A light blade condensed casually. The ground on the peak of the Holy Mountain wasn’t unbreakable. After several cuts from the light blade, the stone block engraved with the small words separated.

Just as Lin Qingfeng touched this stone block, he was “ejected” from the peak of the Holy Mountain.

On the snow-white mountain peak, the group was thrown out like broken kites, falling heavily onto the ground, even rolling down the mountain slope several times.

“…”

Looking at each other’s disheveled appearances, the expressions of the several “Destruction” level ability users were somewhat helpless.

Besides their strength, the status of these individuals in their respective forces was quite high. Such embarrassing moments were rare.

“Pfft, pfft…” Wu Jianming spat out the black mud he had just chewed on, patted his clothes, composed himself, and looked at Lin Qingfeng, who was also tidying his clothes. “How did it go? What did you manage to bring out in the end?”

“…At least I brought back something to report.”

Lin Qingfeng took out a stone block about the size of his forearm. The line of incomprehensible small words was clearly visible on it.

“I didn’t expect that mysterious Miss Luo Yan to have already left the peak of the Holy Mountain… But why didn’t the Saints seem to know?”

Wu Jianming sighed, “Feels like this mission was almost for nothing…”

“Not entirely, isn’t there still this sentence?” Lin Qingfeng waved the stone block, his expression quite serious,

“However, we did see some useful information on the peak of the Holy Mountain. The so-called truth has been completely sealed off, and the Saint’s remains…”

He hesitated for a moment, then didn’t continue.

Actually, there was a hint of disrespect in this. Many unofficial histories said that the Saint’s remains were on the peak of the Holy Mountain, but some also said…

The Saint had actually turned into a monster, and her supposed demise on the peak was just a deception; she was actually sealed there.

The chains they saw did support this claim, but the problem was that the Saint’s remains they saw hadn’t turned into a monster, but were sitting properly on the throne.

Could it be that at some point, the Saint’s remains were indeed a monster, but later recovered?

Which one was the truth, was now impossible to know.

“…How much time has passed outside?”

Su Qinyin spoke up from the side.

The peak of the Holy Mountain was an isolated world, its time flow as chaotic as the Void.

Although in their perception, perhaps only a few hours had passed since entering the Holy Mountain, in reality… no one could say for sure.

“And that guy from the Sword Saint Sect…”

Wu Jianming mentioned Qin Hong, and everyone present became serious.

Now, outside the Holy Mountain, within the sealed Sanctuary, the Witch of Absolute Death and the Demoness of Terror were still entangled, and Qin Hong’s fate was unknown. The current situation was far from optimistic.

“Anyway… no matter what, we have to return as soon as possible.” Lin Qingfeng whispered.

After a brief rest, the group immediately rushed back in the direction they came from.

……

Within the sealed Sanctuary.

The Witch of Absolute Death looked up towards the Holy Mountain, a complex expression flashing deep within her eyes.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t step onto the Holy Mountain, but that she was unwilling.

The place where the Saint was buried was also the place where the Witch of Absolute Death was completely lost.

If it weren’t for the Saint’s insistence back then… all this might not have ended up like this.

Marytis was right. The Witch of Absolute Death did harbor hatred towards the Saint, but this hatred wasn’t filled with anger, but sorrow.

…The sorrow of her and the white flower’s fate being manipulated by the Saint.

“It seems they have returned.”

The Witch of Absolute Death looked away. Actually, she knew from the beginning that Luo Yan had left the peak of the Holy Mountain. The connection of shared fate allowed her to sense Luo Yan’s location within a certain range.

However, exactly when she left, and where she went, even the Witch of Absolute Death didn’t know.

She risked entering the human world as an avatar, walking around as “Miss Luo Yan,” but still couldn’t get any information left by the white flower, as if she had vanished into thin air.

Somewhat similar to the situation back then…

Disappearing without a reason.

However, the Witch of Absolute Death knew very well that the current white flower didn’t need her salvation; she had already walked her own path.

Since that was the case…

“Some responsibilities I don’t want to bear, some pain I can’t endure… leave it all to me.”

The Witch of Absolute Death turned her head to look at the small figure in front of her. The pink curly hair and childish face looked somewhat cute at first glance, but when her gaze shifted to her amber vertical pupils, panic and fear would uncontrollably arise in one’s heart.

—The Demoness of Terror.

However, the petite loli in front of her was just a vessel for the Demoness of Terror’s descent.

“Terror… if it weren’t for the mark she left in this body you occupy, I wouldn’t have let you live until now.”

The Witch of Absolute Death slowly closed her eyes, death and silence once again enveloping her surroundings, gradually spreading throughout the entire Sanctuary,

“However, it’s almost enough…”

“Absolute Death… traitor…”

Boundless rage surged in the Demoness of Terror’s eyes, but limited by the vessel’s weakness, she couldn’t exert her full strength.

More importantly, a backdoor was left in this body, linking its life to another existence.

This directly caused the Demoness of Terror to not dare to go all out, risking the destruction of the vessel.

Who knew what terrifying things would happen to the linked existence after destroying this vessel? Even the maddest Demoness of Terror didn’t dare to gamble on this.

Meanwhile, the burnt-out Qin Hong seemed to have been forgotten, lying within the range of the Holy Mountain, barely clinging to life.

His entire right arm was covered in crack-like wounds, and the blood seeping out began to boil upon contact with the air. This was the phenomenon after overloading “Unending Flame.”

His moth-to-a-flame attack hadn’t caused much trouble for the Witch of Absolute Death. Compared to his father, Qin Hong’s explosive power was still much weaker.

Qin Hong’s father, the previous Sword Saint Sect Master, when using Forbidden Techniques, could geometrically increase the released power based on the degree of overdraft.

The sword strike that wounded the Witch of Absolute Death cost him his entire life.

“…Still didn’t succeed.”

Qin Hong slowly closed his eyes. Even his appearance gradually aged from a young man back to the appearance of a little old man.

But this time, it wasn’t a disguise. Every use of “Unending Flame” severely damaged his body. For a short period, Qin Hong could only be a true old Sword Saint.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded,

“Old sir, long time no see.”

Who!

The old Sword Saint immediately opened his eyes, only to find that the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

It wasn’t the snow-covered Holy Mountain, but an illusion beyond human comprehension, bizarre and fantastical.

Flowing brilliance filled the entire space, completely separated from the world.

“Is this the power of the Fourth Saint, Illusion… But isn’t Saint Illusion already deceased?”

Illusion’s slumber, let alone ordinary people, even “Destruction” level ability users and the Twelve Saints couldn’t understand. Only Luo Yan, who had touched the truth, could sense Illusion’s lingering presence.

Whether it was Gods or mortals, destroying civilization or continuing erroneously, these were the choices of this world. Illusion, as a visitor from another world, had no right to interfere.

So the Saints’ official statement was that the Fourth Saint had already passed away. Besides the Saints and Luo Yan, no one knew the truth about Illusion.

But now… what was going on?

The old Sword Saint sat up, and then he found that his stamina had recovered quite a bit. His body, ravaged by the continuous use of Forbidden Techniques, was actually slowly healing at this moment.

It wasn’t an illusion; even the cracked and collapsing spiritual energy circuits began to show some spiritual energy, slowly circulating.

Like a thin warm current flowing through a dry stream, although weak, it greatly eased his pain.

“Old sir.”

The gentle voice sounded again. The old Sword Saint turned his head sharply and saw a hazy, transparent silhouette of a girl, as if shrouded in an impenetrable mist.

“Go back, this isn’t a place you should be.”

The girl whispered, and the surrounding illusion began to shatter.

“You, are you Miss Luo Yan?”

The old Sword Saint quickly asked. He still remembered the mission. Could it be that Lin Qingfeng and the others had already succeeded?

Had Miss Luo Yan… been brought back?

But the girl’s silhouette didn’t answer, just turned around and gradually dissipated.

And at this time, the illusion also shattered violently, and the real world fell like a heavy weight.

“Qin Hong!”

A surprised call sounded. The old Sword Saint opened his eyes and saw Lin Qingfeng and the others standing beside him, all looking relieved.

“A miracle, to actually survive that.”

Wu Jianming glanced at the old Sword Saint’s injuries, even he felt a little scared.

“Let’s not talk about this first, have you already brought Miss Luo Yan… back?”

The old Sword Saint waved his hand and asked with a serious expression.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally, Su Qinyin said helplessly,

“No… because she wasn’t on the peak of the Holy Mountain at all!”