The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 66

A harsh wind whistled behind and Qin Mo's pupils shrank. He took a step forward and quickly retreated.

Bang!

The giant black palm slammed down at his previous spot, and a deafening crash sounded throughout the cave. The altar swayed and a huge crack appeared on it.

The palm constantly emitted a terrifying kind of force, surging towards his direction.

Leaving the palm's attack range, Qin Mo felt its astonis.h.i.+ng pressure and his expression became more and more dignified.

When its attack missed, the palm solidified for a moment, then black light shook, enlarging to an even bigger size. It turned into a residual shadow, whistling towards Qin Mo once more.

With his gaze fixed, he stepped back, crossed both hands over his chest and boundless nascent spiritual power rushed forth from within. He clenched his right hand, and an invisible attack hit the black palm head-on.

When the palm collided with his nascent spiritual power, the whole s.p.a.ce shook, and a violent force dispersed from the middle. Smoke and dust flew everywhere. The altar in the center was severely damaged, revealing a hidden empty part beneath. 

Looking at the black palm, he narrowed his eyes. The part where his attack had hit faded a bit of the black air. His power seemed to be able to swallow up the strange shadow.

Whoosh… 

A shrill whistle sounded, and more black smoke emerged from the bottom of the stone tablet. The moment it appeared, the whole altar shook.

The stone tablet in the middle trembled even more. When the shadow moved, the stone body followed with a quiver. Under the tremor of the stone tablet, a force erupted from it and the black smoke was pushed back to the ground.

The shadow tried to rise again but the stone tablet followed by swaying left to right with it. The stone tablet seemed old and likely to fall any time, but it stood in place, looking heavy. It suppressed the black smoke below.

With a flash of dark light on the iron chain that locked the stone tablet, the vibration of the tablet slowly stopped. Taking advantage of this opportunity, several black shadows drilled out of the ground. The archaic feeling from the stone tablet increased, and dust fell from it from time to time.

Those several black shadows intertwined and covered the air. Eventually, they weaved into a huge cage and covered Qin Mo.

Stifling black energy quickly infiltrated Qin Mo's body. His brows furrowed. This energy gave people a feeling similar to the black energy from the nascent stone before, which had chilled him to the bone.

The black smoke seemed to have a life of its own as the cage trembled and several tentacles surged from within to attack him.

When those tentacles approached, his body glistened faintly and his nascent spiritual energy floated out to form a piece of armor that wrapped him within.

The moment they closed in, it made a series of buzzing noises and then disappeared into thin air. Qin Mo's gaze brightened. As expected, nascent spiritual power had a certain subduing effect on the black shadow.

But his nascent spiritual power was still very weak, far less than that of the shadow. After he had attacked it with his power, it became fiercer and harsher, bombarding him violently in all directions.

He watched the fierce black smoke and took a deep breath. No sense of retreat showed on his face. With his eyes flas.h.i.+ng cold, he crossed his right hand before him and a hurricane slowly formed behind.

The hurricane grew bigger and bigger with his gestures and it quickly rampaged within the black cage, trying to drill out an exit.

His attack was very crafty but he still couldn't break through. 

Watching the darkness that constantly attacked him, he glared at it thinking if he only had a sword that he could use…

Enlightened, he clenched his right hand, and the nascent spiritual power around him slowly boiled up, like a steam of hot air slowly dispersersing from its surroundings. 

The air in his hand continually wrinkled up. A light flashed through his mind, and a long transparent sword appeared in his hand.

The shape of the sword was like Thunderbolt. Because it was made up of invisible nascent spiritual power, the blade was so abnormal and mist-like that it had no weight. But he could feel a sense of life from it.

"Nascent spiritual energy weapon." He observed the long sword in his hand. Despite his pale expression, a sense of joy was in his gaze.

His expression became solemn as he held it. There was a subtle change in his aura, as a kind of awe-inspiring momentum poured out of him.

"Broken." With a low whisper under his breath, he raised his sword and spit it down on the black cage before him. Some power around him started to rebel, and a bright light emanated from him, illuminating the small field. 

The cast energy spread out with him in the center. As the black smoke was sliced by the sword, they suddenly trembled and slowly dispersed like water as if the encountered something frightening.

Witnessing their retreating, it returned towards the stone stable but still made threatening gestures. He snorted coldly and with a slight turn of his hand, he wielded his sword again and the energy around him burst out to turn into a fierce sword aura. It went straight for the black shadow.

At that moment, the quiet stone tablet shook again and a shadow appeared out of the void, swallowing his biting cold sword light and absorbing the power. A jade light flashed across the stone.

He grasped his sword and stepped back, warily looking at the bizarre tablet.

Buzz!

There was a deep cry from it and the vibrations stopped. A heavy sense of desolation emerged within the s.p.a.ce.

The black smoke emitted a sharp cry as if it encountered something terrible. The dark color faded instantly and then quickly returned to the bottom of the stone.

When the black smoke in the cave completely dispersed, he relaxed. He walked towards the stone tablet and stopped a few steps away from it. He reached out and touched the stone's rough surface.

A sense of darkness pa.s.sed along to his hand. Unlike before, it revealed a certain gentleness.

He lowered his gaze, a puzzled feeling in his chest. What were the stone tablet and the black smoke? This thing seemed to exist to suppress the black smoke.

After the fight, the fissure on the altar floor was much bigger. Under it, there appeared an empty stone chamber.

He took back his hand and walked towards the edge of the crack. The moment he turned around, a tiny spot of light emerged from the stone tablet and entered his body.

The stone chamber below wasn't deep. The bottom of it could be seen just by standing on top. He hesitated for a moment, then jumped inside.

The bottom was pitch black, only the shallow light s.h.i.+ned in the furthermost corner. He walked toward its without stopping.

As he approached, he found that there was also a smaller altar in the corner. Similar to the one above, there was a square coffin that was emitting the light. The coffin was about three meters long and one meter wide, occupying the entire altar.

Stepping on the edge, the only sound that could be heard was his footsteps. Feeling the cold air around, he paused. Something was usual here. After being distracted for a moment, he raised his feet and continued to move forward.

When he ascended the altar, before him displayed the image of the coffin. It was made of fine camphor-wood, its workmans.h.i.+p very meticulous, smooth on both ends, and perfectly straight. But strangely, the coffin was carved with evil spirit designs.

He moved his hand and his spiritual weapon reappeared. He grasped the sword and pushed the tip against the coffin lid.

Cras.h.!.+ 

The lid slid back slowly, revealing the contents inside. He peeked and saw a man lying quietly in it.

The man wore white clothes with both eyes closed. There was a smile on his face, lying within the coffin with a peaceful posture.

It stunned Qin Mo. He lightly furrowed his eyebrows because the man in the coffin was the one that Old Man Wen had asked him to look for.

As if feeling his burning gaze, the person's dark eyelashes quivered and opened slowly. His eyes were very dark. At first, a flash of confusion could be seen. When he saw Qin Mo, he moved his lips and squeezed out from his throat a hoa.r.s.e voice, "Who are you?" 

Sweeping his gaze vaguely over the body, Qin Mo's tone was cold and unfeeling, "Old Man Wen asked me to look for you."

Hearing those three words, it stupefied the man. A light flashed through his gaze, "He's my dad." Seeing that Qin Mo had no intention of replying, he continued, "My name is Wen Qing."

As soon as he finished, the whole place suddenly shook violently. Under the violent tremors, Qin Mo's body followed and shook. His pupils shrunk and he looked down. It was if the whole volcano was shaking.

"Go." He pursed his lips and pulled up Wen Qing who was still lying in the coffin and hurried out of there.