Chapter 217 Golden Light of Merit (1/2)

The night in Edo was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The entire building was soaked in a sticky malice.

The malice inside felt even stronger than the last time I visited.

The overwhelming stench, mixed with the putrid smell of decay, was enough to give anyone a headache.

Ruan Tang and Yan Yu looked up at the huge, silent, spinning black vortex in the sky.

The surrounding foul air was constantly being swallowed up by the black vortex.

A chill settled in Yan Yu's dark eyes.

He didn't give those filthy things any chance to get close to Ruan Tang.

A surge of immense spiritual power instantly poured out, creating an invisible barrier that protected the two, keeping the sticky malice three feet away from the spiritual realm.

[Squeak!]

As soon as Xiaobai's little head peeked out from Ruan Tang's arms, it was so overwhelmed by the stench that its eyes rolled back and it almost fainted.

Its two tiny mithril paws covered its nose tightly, its snow-white fur stood on end, and its dark purple eyes were full of disgust.

[Dirty! So dirty! My little master's fragrance has been polluted! The air in this filthy place is going to poison this baby hamster!]

Ruan Tang was both amused and exasperated. She gently patted its ruffled head and tucked it back into its clean hood.

She tilted her small, palm-sized face up, her watery almond-shaped eyes showing no fear, only a cold resolve.

"Brother," she called softly.

Yan Yu looked down at her without saying a word.

He raised his hand and, with his calloused fingertips, very slowly caressed her delicate cheek, his eyes so deep they could drown a person.

A single glance speaks volumes.

He couldn't possibly let her touch those dirty things.

He'll do the rough work of severing the dragon veins and purifying the filth.

All his little girl needs to do is plant the seeds of hope with her own hands after everything has settled down.

"Mmm." Yan-Yu's Adam's apple bobbed as he responded, releasing his large hand from her slender waist.

At the same moment, a thousand miles away, on the back mountain of Jixiang Brigade.

Heavy snow blocked the mountain pass, and all was silent.

Braving the biting wind, An Sanchuan, guided by the puppet granny, found the last key to the array.

He held a jade stake made by A Fu in his hands, which still bore the hot, freshly forged brand.

His lips were frozen purple, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"This is it!" The old woman's monotone electronic voice rang out in the wind and snow.

An Sanchuan took a deep breath and used all his strength to smash the jade stake, which was covered with runes, inch by inch, into the ground that was frozen harder than stone!

A deep, muffled groan came from the depths of the earth.

The entire Old Iron Head Mountain trembled slightly.

An Sanchuan felt the ground beneath his feet come alive; a powerful and familiar force was slowly flowing in a new and ever-renewing way.

The mountain-protecting formation is complete!

Meanwhile, in front of the Edo Shrine for Summoning Souls.

Yan Yu clasped his hands loosely in front of his chest, his expression solemn.

The Kun Yuan Golden Soul Technique was running wildly within his body, and incomparably sharp Geng metal energy burst forth.

Inside Ruan Tang's space, the ancient bronze cauldron hummed violently, transferring the ancient human race's fortune without reservation.

A strand of the purest life force from the Ruomu tree in her dantian quietly merged into Yan Yu's body.

The three forces converged, collided, and fused together in Yan Yu's palm!

The phantom of a long sword slowly materialized.

It has no physical form, yet it carries immense weight, causing the surrounding air to groan.

The sword is uncarved, yet it reflects the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, and carries the breath of our ancestors.