Chapter 2226 - 2215: The Last Words of the Northern Demon Patriarch

If I hadn’t let my guard down just now, this sort of thing absolutely wouldn’t have happened. The Red Sword’s dying counterattack wouldn’t have...

"Ah..."

Thinking about the woman who had just been fighting alongside him, showing great concern for him, now having her soul slowly dissipating, Lin Zifeng tilted his head back and roared madly, his twisted cry full of anger and unwillingness!

After roaring, Lin Zifeng came back to his senses, looking at the dissipating woman, whose delicate face bore a satisfied smile. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. Regardless, the chains that had imprisoned them for nearly a thousand years were finally destroyed...

Even as he felt relieved, there were still many questions in Lin Zifeng’s mind that remained unanswered. The golden protective shield that Mu Ruoyun mentioned carried his aura, as well as the origins and true owner of the Red Sword. Such mysteries weighed heavily on Lin Zifeng, stifling him. He closed his heavy eyes, preparing to lean back and lay down...

"Sir, could you... bring my clothes?"

"Bang!"

Just as Lin Zifeng lay down, a shy voice reached his ears. He struggled suddenly, smacking his head heavily against the stone wall.

Rubbing his slightly swollen head, Lin Zifeng looked up to see the scene before him. At first, he was pleased, but in an instant, his expression changed to one of shock and... embarrassment.

"Teng teng teng..."

Standing up, Lin Zifeng hurriedly picked up the clothes he had just thrown aside carelessly and handed them to the woman chained to the stone wall.

"Phew... luckily, the chains are nailed to the lower abdomen and didn’t pierce through the chest, otherwise your soul might also turn to dust like theirs."

When Lin Zifeng said this, his eyes were intensely focused on the woman’s snow-white abdomen, not realizing the woman’s delicate face above had turned a shy red...

"Sir... have you seen enough?"

It was the woman’s shyly asked words that startled Lin Zifeng. Below the abdomen was indeed...

Quickly turning his head away, Lin Zifeng lightly coughed several times to relieve the recent awkwardness,

After a long time, Lin Zifeng finally heard a melodious voice from behind: "Sir, thank you... for freeing us from imprisonment."

As the voice grew weaker, Lin Zifeng quickly turned his head, only to see where the chain pierced the woman’s lower abdomen, it had become clear and transparent. Surprisingly, the void was growing larger, meaning the woman’s soul was also slowly dissipating!

"Hey! Are you alright?"

Lin Zifeng exclaimed, rushing forward, trying to cover the woman’s snow-white abdomen, but it was all in vain. His extended right hand couldn’t touch the smiling woman.

"Thank you for your concern, sir... but I am merely a soul."

The woman’s calm tone carried a hint of sadness, falling into Lin Zifeng’s ears and deepening his sense of guilt.

And the woman seemed to have seen through Lin Zifeng’s thoughts, her tone became more reassuring: "Actually, you needn’t feel guilty. We and the Red Sword were originally one. Helping you destroy the Red Sword in fact already announced the passing of our souls, it’s just another form of release."

Letting out a long breath, Lin Zifeng nodded heavily, turned around, and bowed deeply to the dozen or so luxurious garments scattered on the ground, murmuring, "In any case, thank you all. Without you, I might have perished here today."

Watching the woman slowly turn to dust, Lin Zifeng hesitated for a moment and softly asked, "Have you seen the nineteenth-generation woman, Meng Bingyun?"

Shaking her head, a sense of confusion rose in the woman’s beautiful eyes, as she slowly said, "We are merely a trapped residual soul here, and although we found release, our memories were long wiped along with the Red Sword..."

As her words fell, the dust of the woman’s soul merged into the air, leaving Lin Zifeng grasping at thin air, unable to catch even a trace.

After a long while, Lin Zifeng let out a long breath, the hint of regret in his starry eyes finally disappeared: "I thought I could find some clues about my mother, but it seems to have all been in vain."

At this moment, the layer of dark red light on the surface of the chain, which Lin Zifeng had been ignoring, slowly drifted up, condensing into the form of a stooped old man.

"Boy, you have some skill, to actually destroy the sword I wielded in life!" The ancient and dignified voice revealed no trace of mockery or praise, yet upon hearing it, Lin Zifeng’s figure paused, and he quickly turned his head.

As he turned, a pure golden light surged in Lin Zifeng’s palm, but upon seeing the illusion formed by the red light before him, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The six-foot stature, hunched over, was undoubtedly that of an old man, but what shocked Lin Zifeng was that the face formed by the old man’s red light was devoid of features, appearing exceptionally terrifying!

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Lin Zifeng asked in a deep voice, his knees slightly bent in readiness.

Seeing this, the old man sneered, speaking in a peculiar tone: "Who am I? Haven’t you already guessed? How can you ask such a foolish question."

I have already guessed...

Repeating it several times, Lin Zifeng suddenly raised his head, staring at the old man and speaking each word with clarity: "You... are the North Demon Ancestor!"

A mocking sneer again made Lin Zifeng relax his guard a bit, as the old man formed by the red light began to slowly dissipate, just like the eighteen women.

"Boy, the ties between us are not over yet! One day, we will meet again, and that will be the day of your death!"

The angry voice echoed through the chamber, falling into Lin Zifeng’s ears, making his sword eyebrows twitch and a slight curve appear at the corner of his mouth.

So it’s just an illusion! Scared me to death...

"Old thing, I don’t know if that day will be my end! But this Human Sacrifice Tower, without the Red Sword guarding it, I will tear down for sure!"

Before his words were finished, Lin Zifeng even raised a middle finger, seemingly to mock the other, but the face of the slowly vanishing old man was without features, so how could one discern his feelings?

"This guy’s aura... so familiar!"

At this moment, the long-anticipated voice in Lin Zifeng’s mind finally resounded, spoken by Mu Ruoyun who had just fallen asleep!

Hearing this, Lin Zifeng’s face lit up with joy, quickly saying: "Ruoyun, you’re awake, I thought you would be asleep for a long time."

Listening, Mu Ruoyun’s tone was still that of solemnity: "It was supposed to be like that, but the aura of the North Demon old man felt somewhat familiar to me, so..."

Changing her tone, Mu Ruoyun’s words carried a hint of approval and delight: "Not bad, without needing my help, you managed to handle things alone."

Chuckling softly, Lin Zifeng didn’t say more. After a life-and-death battle, his body’s injuries and the nerves that had been tense for so long left him without any strength, causing him to stagger and slowly fall...

And in his unconscious state, Lin Zifeng still didn’t know that in the level where Dongfang Ziyue was, the middle blood pond was bubbling like it was boiling, rising with blood bubbles, slowly descending, revealing the dark red moss stained by blood.