Chapter 1270: Between Thousand Blades
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was probably due to the fact that the ground was often upside down, hence the soil could not stick to the mountain peak. As a result, it was not covered by vegetation, and it had been “baptized” by the strong wind for many years.
The “stalagmites” hanging down from Thousand Blades Peak were as smooth as mirrors and as slippery as a layer of grease.
However, that was not a problem for Meng Chao and Ice Storm.
After all, they were not real mirrors.
The tiny gaps that could not be seen by the naked eye were solid enough to act as rock-climbing nails for Meng Chao and Ice Storm.
Moreover, Meng Chao discovered that many stalagmites were parallel to each other. They did not seem to be naturally formed dents.
It was just enough for him to comfortably extend his fingers or toes into them to form a simple “staircase.”
Ice Storm told Meng Chao that these were all traces left behind by the Holy Light Army from three thousand years ago.
At that time, the Holy Light Army had made signs in almost every corner of the Turan Holy Mountain and left behind a large amount of equipment and supplies for them to enter the next time. They had used Holy Light magic to seal and hide.
It was said that fresh blood and flesh sealed by Holy Light magic would not rot even if they were left there for a thousand years.
The problem was that most of the marks and supply points were located on the path that led to the summit of the Holy Mountain.
Naturally, in the next three thousand years, the Turan orcs destroyed it intentionally or unintentionally.
As for Thousand Blades Peak, although in theory, one could see Scarlet Peak, which led to the summit of the Holy Mountain when s.p.a.ce changed, in reality, it was impossible to cross.
Therefore, whether it was the Holy Light humans or the Turan orcs, including “Jackal” Ka.n.u.s, who had recently explored the Holy Mountain, they did not waste too much time and energy in this area.
The marks and facilities left by the explorers from three thousand years ago were fortunately preserved until today, making it convenient for Meng Chao and Ice Storm to move forward.
They were like gibbons climbing in the jungle.
The ground was less than a hundred meters below them, and there was no fear of heights or fear of falling to pieces.
The two of them chased each other and advanced together. Soon, they were close to the center of Thousand Blades Peak, where the thickest and steepest stalagmite was.
The thicker the stalagmite was, the less obvious the curvature of the surface. Meng Chao could jump over it and barely hold it, but it would be difficult to grasp the direction and exert force to the maximum.
Moreover, according to Ice Storm’s description, it seemed that the spatial crack leading to Scarlet Peak would only appear after Thousand Blades Peak turned over and the “stalagmites” that were hanging down before his eyes were turned back into mountains.
However, in their current posture made them seem like gibbons and geckos that were firmly clinging to the stalagmites. If the entire floating mountain range were to flip a hundred and eighty degrees in midair, it would be difficult to cope with the unpredictable changes.
Ice Storm made a hand gesture to calm Meng Chao down.
She slowly fumbled around on the stalagmites nearby.
She read every similar dent carefully as if she was reading braille.
Soon, she locked onto the third stalagmite in the southeast direction.
Meng Chao climbed over and studied it. He found a faint palm-sized pentagram mark on the stalagmite.
Perhaps three thousand years ago, this mark had been deeply imprinted with a sword.
However, three thousand years could erase many things.
At this point, if it were not for an insider like Ice Storm leading the way, even if a hundred more Meng Chaos dug three feet into the ground at the same time, it would be difficult to find this special stalagmite.
Next, Ice Storm bit her fingertip and squeezed out a drop of crystal-clear blood.
Following an incantation, a milky white flame ignited out of her palm.
She gently curled her finger and let the drop of blood fall into the flame.
The blood was not evaporated by the flame. Instead, Holy Light attached to it, like a little pearl that was half white and half red, spinning above the flame.
Ice Storm patiently allowed the flame to burn for more than a minute before she put the drop of blood back into her fingertip. After looking at it carefully for a long time, she moved it under the tip of her nose and sniffed it carefully for a while before she gently smeared it on the pentagram.
“This is a purification ritual.”
Ice Storm explained to Meng Chao, “I’ve already purified the power of the Turan orcs in this drop of blood. Now, this Holy Light seal will mistakenly believe that this is a drop of blood from the Holy Light humans.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the stalagmite began to tremble slightly.
Ice Storm had only squeezed out a drop of blood, but the pentagram instantly turned as red as fire.
Then, the red flames turned golden and white one after another, as though they had just been painted with the midday sun’s pigments.
However, such a dazzling radiance only flashed for a moment, and the pentagram returned to its original state.
A crack that could fit a person’s side silently appeared on the side of the stalagmite.
Ice Storm was the first to squeeze in.
She helped Meng Chao by grabbing hold of the Ancient Dream Saintess.
Then, Meng Chao finally squeezed in. He found that there was a different world inside. It was a small cave that could fit three to five people.
Meng Chao clicked his tongue in wonder.
He did not know whether the Holy Light Army from three thousand years ago had really dug out such a small s.p.a.ce inside the stalagmite. Then, they had thought of a way to use an illusion to disguise it from the outside or cast some kind of mysterious and unpredictable s.p.a.ce magic.
No matter what, after three thousand years, the magic of the past was still working.
It was evident how deep the foundation of the Holy Light faction was.
No wonder the torrent of steel from Dragon City in his previous life could not break through the Holy Light faction’s last line of defense no matter how hard they tried.
Without waiting for Meng Chao to sigh, the roar of tens of thousands of horses galloping sounded again from outside the crack.
He looked out through the meandering crack and could only see the clouds and fog sweeping up like a tidal wave. It was as if the whole world was revolving around them.
Of course, combined with what he had seen before, it was more likely that the heavens and the earth would not move, while their current location, Thousand Blades Peak, was spinning upside down like a top at high speed.
Meng Chao secretly rejoiced.
If he had not entered the crack in time but clung to the stalagmite outside…
No matter how strong his fingers and toes were, he would have been thrown away by the huge centrifugal force and teleported to G.o.d knows where.
By staying inside, not only did he not have the risk of being thrown into the s.p.a.ce turbulence, he did not have the slightest sense of dizziness from the high-speed rotation either.
It seemed that this was indeed a small s.p.a.ce independent of Thousand Blades Peak.
It was not as simple as digging a hole in Thousand Blades Peak, though.
The fog gradually dissipated.
The world and the mountains stabilized once again.
This time, however, the galloping sound of thousands of horses did not come to an end. It only became a little weaker. It went from a deafening sound that could almost shake a person’s heart out of their mouth to a level where it would only shake the person’s heart to his throat.
It was very difficult to turn around in the narrow cave.
Meng Chao had been the last to squeeze in, so naturally, he was the first to squeeze out.
As expected, Thousand Blades Peak had reversed once again. The stalagmites with intersecting fangs turned into swords, spears, and halberds that pierced into the sky.
However, Meng Chao discovered that after a few spatial changes, Thousand Blades Peak had flown higher and higher.
When he first saw Thousand Blades Peak, the bottom of the floating mountain range was about seven to eight hundred meters away from the ground.
After activating his super vision, he could still clearly see the outline of the mountain peak.
He had been confident that he could roughly see the situation on the ground from the top of the mountain.
Yet, right now, he could only see the undulating sea of clouds and the tip of the iceberg of the other floating mountains that would occasionally reveal themselves.
When he looked up, there were very few floating mountains that were higher than Thousand Blades Peak.
Meng Chao had been influenced by Lu Siya, and he was almost a Spirit Sensor as well. Therefore, he was highly sensitive to changes in temperature and air pressure.
Taking a deep breath and a.n.a.lyzing the difficulty of breathing and the oxygen content in the air, he knew that he had reached an alt.i.tude of at least three thousand meters above sea level or even higher.
Booming sounds that sounded like the galloping of thousands of horses continued to be heard from deep within the sea of clouds.
Meng Chao knew full well that even he, a peak Heaven Realm warrior, could not stop the incessant booming sounds from striking his central nerves like a hammer, even though he had condensed his spirit energy into his eardrums.
Such sounds were definitely not something that an ordinary gale could produce.
Only a storm that was mixed with spirit energy possessed such terrifying power.
Ice Storm was right. Jumping into such a sea of clouds from an alt.i.tude of more than three thousand meters was guaranteed to kill you!
It was also the first time that Ice Storm had come to this place in the real world.
Although she had experienced the thrill of Thousand Blades Peak many times in the memory crystal, they had been someone else’s memory after all.
Furthermore, after three thousand years of time and many duplicates, the information in the memory crystal would not continue to be consumed, broken, and lost.
It was a nightmare that was worse than death, but not true death.
It was obviously different from dancing in a h.e.l.lish sky while hanging by a spider’s silk.
“This is the place where the human soldier fell off the cliff three thousand years ago. Look, there are also traces of two rock nails that he smashed down to secure the rope. Although you don’t know where the top of the rock and the rope went, the holes left behind are enough for you to stick your fingers in and find the most suitable position to exert your strength.”
Looking at the surging sea of clouds below, Ice Storm swallowed hard and reminded him again, “However, after experiencing the horror of Thousand Blades Peak for yourself, are you sure that you still want to jump down from here?
“Let me say this first. There is a limit to madness. No matter how much I yearn for the Holy Mountain’s legacy and yearn to return to the Land of Holy Light for revenge, I won’t jump down. This has nothing to do with courage or ambition. I know where my limit lies. I urge you to consider it carefully too!”
“I know.”
Meng Chao suddenly punched the mountain rock.
His punch seemed to be an understatement, but with the surge of spirit energy, it contained the destructive power of a flash flood.
Immediately, a piece of mountain rock that was as smooth as a mirror blasted into some crisscrossing cobwebs.