Chapter 65:Fallen Dragon Rifts
“Fallen Dragon Rift!” Chu Yi’s face was ashen. “That’s a death trap! Master, she…”
“Immediately report to the Sect Leader and Uncle Yuheng! Request the sect to activate the rescue array!”
Chu Yi forced down the storm in his heart. As the current acting head disciple of Startled Swan Peak, he had to maintain a final shred of composure.
Everyone sprang into action, but all knew that organizing an effective rescue would take time!
Coordinating sect forces, awaiting external aid, preparing treasures to counter the baleful aura—every second was critical, and the Fallen Dragon Rift’s fearsome reputation loomed large.
Every moment Shuyue remained inside, her chances of survival dwindled.
Amid the chaos, Wanqing stared fixedly at the vanishing light on the sky-gazing mirror, her usually serene eyes now surging with emotions more ferocious than the rift’s baleful aura!
All her feelings were overtaken by a single, frenzied thought.
She couldn’t wait!
Not even a moment!
Wait for her?
Wait for those tedious procedures?
Wait for reinforcements that might never arrive in time?
By then, they’d likely find nothing but bones!
This thought burned through her like poison fire, scorching her very core!
She recalled Shuyue’s last look at her—that gaze filled with endless guilt and sorrow… It wasn’t fake!
She truly intended to die! She was ready to abandon all resistance!
“No…” Wanqing choked out a hoarse whisper, her body acting before her mind could catch up.
While Chu Yi was frantically issuing orders to messenger disciples, and Wanqing’s sister was focused on sending transmissions, everyone thrown into disarray by the sudden catastrophe—
Wanqing spun around, her body erupting with an unprecedentedly sharp sword intent!
“Junior Sister Wanqing! What are you doing?!” Chu Yi, sensing something amiss, shouted in alarm.
Her sister also looked up, crying out, “Wanqing, don’t be reckless!”
But it was too late!
Wanqing didn’t even glance back. Her figure transformed into a dazzling sword light, streaking like a meteor across the sky, charging at breakneck speed toward the southwest—toward the Fallen Dragon Rift!
“Stop her!” Chu Yi’s face paled in shock. Their master was already trapped in that deadly place—Wanqing rushing in was suicide!
But Wanqing’s speed was astonishing, and her timing was cunning, catching everyone off guard!
Several disciples who reacted tried to intercept her, but her resolute, ferocious sword intent blasted them aside!
“Get out of my way!” Wanqing’s voice was raw and fierce.
“No one’s stopping me!”
She burned her vital essence, pushing her speed to the limit at all costs!
One thought consumed her:
Faster! Even faster!
Find her before she gives up completely!
What baleful aura? What death trap? What near-certain death?
At this moment, none of it mattered compared to the tiniest fraction of that heartless woman’s safety!
She didn’t even consider what she could do once she found her, or how she’d survive in that deadly place.
She only knew she had to go! Had to reach her side immediately! Even if it meant grabbing her, hitting her, scolding her—she had to stop her from falling further!
She absolutely couldn’t let her die alone in such a place!
A fierce blend of hatred and deeper love drove her beyond her limits.
Her familiarity with Shuyue’s spiritual energy fluctuations was etched into her bones—someone she’d once admired, relied on, and later studied tirelessly to surpass!
Guided by this near-instinctive perception and the rough direction from the sky-gazing mirror, Wanqing miraculously pinpointed the Fallen Dragon Rift’s entrance amid the sprawling mountains and pervasive baleful aura, plunging in without hesitation!
The dragon’s baleful aura, capable of making even Golden Core cultivators’ souls tremble, hit her head-on. Yet, under the force of her extreme emotions, it seemed bearable.
Her eyes locked onto that faint, nearly extinguished aura plummeting deeper!
“Shuyue!!!”
Her heart-wrenching cry tore through the air, like a desperate beast finally glimpsing the figure that filled her with bone-deep hatred and maddening love.