Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 774 - Chapter 774: Chapter 619: Throng of Corpses_2

Chapter 774: Chapter 619: Throng of Corpses_2

“This is the place.”

Sword Master Funiu led Roger across the stone bridge to the giant bear statue. As they approached, the massive maw of the bear opened up, revealing its full set of ferocious fangs.

Inside its mouth were several items.

A fist-sized stone, a necklace, and an axe.

On these three items, Roger felt a familiar power.

It belonged to the West.

The energy of the entire space was incredibly chaotic, and looking up, all he could see was darkness.

He couldn’t determine where he was. Was it the deep abyss?

Or some land of eternal night?

“Behind the statue, entering through the beast’s mouth will lead to the place I mentioned.”

As he spoke, the bear’s menacing jaw closed and opened again, and the items that had been placed within it had now vanished without a trace.

What appeared next was a mottled wall, covered with countless cracks.

Roger wasn’t overly concerned at first, but as he moved half a step closer, a faintly familiar presence seeped out from the wall’s crevices.

“This power?”

He suppressed the surprise in his heart and turned his body without expression.

“We’re just going in like this?”

“Of course not.”

A beast claw appeared in the hands of the Sword Master Funiu.

He thrust the claw into the ground, and in an instant, that sharp fragment melded with the earth and disappeared from view.

“This is a sacred relic of the Atlas Bear clan.”

“I have another one in my possession.”

“Even if we enter a Different Space, as long as our feet touch the ground, it can bring us back here.”

“So strong?!”

Roger looked surprised. Sword Master Funiu’s explanation was simple, but the practicality of this cursed item was extremely high. Even without any power enhancement, it was certainly one of the top treasures.

Moreover, according to what Sword Master Funiu had said earlier, the item in his hand could also increase his power.

“Follow me.”

Roger did not show any disagreement, and at this moment, naturally, Sword Master Funiu wouldn’t find it embarrassing to proceed. He placed his palm on the stone wall in front of him.

His hand sank in, and Roger, standing behind him, was also dragged into it by the pull of the power.

When his vision returned to normal, Roger saw a straight stone bridge. He turned around, and behind him was the same broken wall, the cracks identical to what he had seen before.

This was not a mirror image, but rather, it seemed that the place’s influence on the outer world created the same scenery.

“This is sealed off. My teacher never told me about such a location.”

Sword Master Funiu rotated his neck, producing a crisp crack, followed by his figure rising in height, quickly surpassing two meters.

His muscles stretched the previously loose clothing tight, the air rippled, and a vague beast’s roar emanated from him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve unleashed my true nature like this.”

Sword Master Funiu sighed.

“You told me you had been here before. Did you find anything?”

Roger asked.

“As I mentioned before, according to the records, this spatial passage shattered after we arrived, and the elders in my clan set up the appropriate Array here.”

“And they cloaked it externally with an Onmyoji Array.”

“But something happened, and over the years, the broken passage began to repair itself as if it were a living thing.”

A flicker of confusion crossed Roger’s face.

“According to what you’ve said, if the spatial passage is restored, the power transmitted from the other side should be richer. Why then does it seem weaker?”

“The energy coming through has indeed become richer, but it’s no longer pure; it’s mixed with other things.”

“The conflict and consumption between two powers have made the energy erratic.”

Sword Master Funiu explained.

“Come with me, let’s go ahead and see.”

“The rules here are strange; my power can’t be fully utilized. If you help, and we coordinate with each other, we might be able to go further.”

“And then discover the secrets of this space.”

It was then that Roger noticed that the aura on Sword Master Funiu had returned to normal, no longer giving off the impression of a Sword Master level.

But rather, it was similar to that of the Yatagarasu Meiryu he had encountered before.

But soon, Roger noticed something was amiss.

After crossing the stone bridge and surveying his surroundings, it was still chaos–as if the map around them was only generated after the two had appeared, piece by piece, creating a strange sense of cleaving.

This was likely a side effect of the remnants of spatial fragmentation, but soon, Roger would understand what the real side effects were.

The Sword Master Funiu, leading the way, found a pile of collapsed ruins not long after they crossed the stone bridge.

As soon as the two approached, suddenly, a shadow sprang out from the shadows of the ruins, and the Sword Master Funiu’s face changed.

“Be careful!”

He stepped forward to shield Roger.

With a roar, his muscles tensed, and his spiritual power burst forth.

Thump!

A dull thud was heard, and from behind, Roger could clearly see the undulation of the Sword Master Funiu’s muscles.

At the same time, he also noticed the spiritual power defense that had enveloped the Sword Master’s body strangely disappearing.

What’s going on?

The rapidly passing object slammed into Sword Master Funiu’s crossed forearms and then exploded, bouncing off to the ground.

It was a section of grey pillar.

Gauging from its shape and size, it seemed to be a random piece picked up from the ruins.

With his form slightly wavering, Sword Master Funiu’s expression turned somewhat ugly.

Roger knew that at the moment he had defended himself, a certain part of the strength that belonged to him seemed to have been erased.

This meant that Sword Master Funiu had just blocked that attack with sheer physical strength.

“This space is very peculiar; sometimes it imposes some incomprehensible suppression,”

He took several deep breaths, and spiritual energy surged, quickly returning to normal.

Under normal circumstances, cultivators who have entered the Divine Passage Realm possess most of their spiritual power not entirely from within themselves; the power within is like a lake, while the outside world is an immense ocean.

In such a place, once they are unable to control the power of the outside world, their strength naturally plummets.

However, this problem clearly did not affect Roger.

The special aspect of a Nekomata lies in that all its power belongs to itself.

More importantly, with the protection of the Hunter’s Cabin, even here his strength was not affected at all.

The next moment, ignoring the opposition of Sword Master Funiu, Roger flashed and appeared in the center of the ruins, the Sword of Destiny in his hand without knowing when it appeared.

The sword light spread like flowing water.

Clear cracks appeared on the surrounding walls, accompanied by shrill screams.

Some nearly transparent creatures, the same color as the stone walls, were cut down by Roger, their grey blood spattering on the ground.

By the time Sword Master Funiu reached Roger’s side, apart from the corpses, not a single living thing was left.

“This place can’t affect your power?!” Sword Master Funiu noticed this issue as well, his face lighting up.

“That’s great, the way forward is ahead,”

They proceeded one after the other, and not long after they left, those corpses scattered on the ground merged with the surrounding walls, becoming a part of the ruins.

The power of the monsters here wasn’t too strong; it was only because of the chaos of the rules that they had caused Sword Master Funiu a lot of trouble. With Roger’s help, they advanced quickly.

After clearing a few more waves of differently shaped monsters, the path ahead came to an end.

There was only darkness left where the road ended, obviously an area not wrapped by the spatial energy. If one carelessly stepped into it, they would surely be torn apart by the spatial turbulence.

After searching several times near the end of the road, they had to face the reality before them.

Just then, the entire space began to tremble, dividing, rotating, and joining like individual blocks. Before long, the whole space underwent an earth-shattering change.

Even the spot where Roger and Sword Master Funiu stood was completely reversed, and beneath their feet, where the road had ended, now appeared a faintly glowing crack.

The two exchanged looks, and Sword Master Funiu was the first to squeeze into the crack, with Roger closely following.

The space inside was incredibly open. After following the narrow passage and turning a corner, Roger then saw rows of kneeling bodies!

These people were half-kneeling on the ground, looking ahead, their palms resting on the backs of the person in front of them, extending all the way to a door nearby.

In front of the door stood an exceptionally tall figure.

Without speaking, Sword Master Funiu walked up to the figure kneeling at the back, eyes looking down.

A slight change appeared on Roger’s face.

“You know him?”

Sword Master Funiu nodded.

“He’s my teacher,”

“And my father.”

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