Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 788 - Chapter 788: Chapter 626: The Origin of Sword Master Cold Crow?_2

Chapter 788: Chapter 626: The Origin of Sword Master Cold Crow?_2

Approaching carefully, it wasn’t long before Roger saw the leaping black figure, and the creature it was fighting was a peacock as dazzling as a gem.

The peacock was emerald green all over, its tail feathers shimmering with light that was difficult to look at directly. It had a slender physique, and on its forehead grew a third eye.

Around its body, radiant feathers floated in mid-air, their edges sharp, capable of arranging themselves in various formations, combining offense and defense.

The peacock’s main body didn’t even need to move much; the feathers in the air would reorganize themselves, and from its third eye on the forehead shot a divine light, which clearly possessed strange abilities.

“This is the Heavenly Eye Peacock!”

The voice of Sword Master Funiu resounded in Roger’s ears.

“It is also a creature that exists only in legend.”

“What’s going on?”

A single Nine-tailed Fox could be considered a coincidence, but with the addition of this Heavenly Eye Peacock, a creature of legend, Roger couldn’t help but suspect that within this towering structure there might be many legendary creatures similar to the Nine-tailed Fox.

Was all of this–this structure and the restrictions imposed on these legendary creatures–really just to heal injuries?

The more Roger learned, the more his doubts seemed to grow.

The woman who transformed from the Nekomata wielded a long whip; the blood-red patterns at the edges of her cheeks flashed, each attack bringing immense force.

In Roger’s opinion, this woman’s combat strength wasn’t too strong, at least not compared to the Nine-tailed Fox they had faced before.

Although their battle against the Nine-tailed Fox concluded quickly, Roger wouldn’t underestimate the power of that legendary creature.

Ten abilities complemented each other; even if they couldn’t be activated simultaneously, the combined and coordinated freedom allowed the creature to unleash astonishing combat power in bursts.

Had it not been for Uma’s special ability and the Nine-tailed Fox’s consciousness being largely erased, giving Uma an opportunity,

they wouldn’t have won as swiftly.

Even with victory, it would have been a bitter and fierce battle.

In comparison, although the combat power displayed by the Heavenly Eye Peacock wasn’t as great as that of the Nine-tailed Fox, the energy it burst forth was still incredibly astonishing.

In contrast, the Nekomata seemed ordinary.

It could control the energy within the entire building, thereby suppressing these legendary creatures.

As time passed, with give and take, the oppressed Heavenly Eye Peacock was quickly defeated, then bound by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air; the floating feathers disappeared.

It returned to the size of an ordinary peacock and was imprisoned in the center of the hall.

But things did not end there. The woman flicked her whip and shot forward; Roger and his companion followed cautiously and then witnessed another battle.

“It’s the White River Dragon.”

Looking at the giant serpent with a horn upon its head, Sword Master Funiu whispered an explanation.

One after another, these creatures from legends appeared before them, without exception: these powerful beings had their original consciousness erased and could only act on instinct.

As things neared their end, the height climbed steeply; the closer to the top they got, the stronger the oppression emanating from the Giant Dragon.

Sword Master Funiu could no longer control the agitation in his blood and qi. After discussing with Roger, they quietly returned to the ground floor.

However, on their way back, passing through a particular hall, Roger discovered the interior was a wreck, and the layout differed greatly from the other rooms.

More importantly, in this hall, Roger did not see any Guardian Spirits.

“What’s wrong?”

Sword Master Funiu looked at Roger with a puzzled face.

Stepping into the hall, Roger followed the cracks on the floor and walls upward, and noticed there were no patterns of Giant Dragons similar to those on the dome.

Seems like something broke free from control here and escaped the place through the dome.

“A Guardian Spirit has left this place.”

Roger looked around the dilapidated setting, hoping to find some clues in the ruins.

In the corners of the room, there were some broken sculptures, but given the passage of time and the severe damage to these fragments, Roger could not determine what the Guardian Spirit was from them.

“Any clues?” Roger asked.

“Very limited.”

Sword Master Funiu stimulated a trace of his bloodline power, and broken stones rolled out from every corner of the room. Some of them combined on their own, but all that finally appeared before the two of them were a few vague patterns.

But without exception, in these patterns, one could see the same bodily features.

Sharp bird beaks and slender feathers.

The two exchanged glances, both harboring a terrifying thought in their minds.

“Such feathers…”

“It’s the Three-legged Crow!”

Roger said in a deep voice. Although there were some discrepancies in the details, it was clear that this hall had been there for a very long time, so some minor changes due to the passage of time were understandable.

“If the Three-legged Crow really originates from this place, then Sword Master Cold Crow…” Sword Master Funiu stopped mid-sentence.

This piece of news was far more shocking than him bearing the Atlas bloodline.

He glanced at Roger. “I’ve never heard of such a thing, that woman just now could transform freely between human and cat forms.”

“If Sword Master Cold Crow truly comes from this place, then the various miracles happening to him aren’t that surprising after all.”

“Not to mention the last 100 years, even if we go further back in history, in terms of talent and strength, Sword Master Cold Crow is at the very top.”

“Is that really so?”

Roger lifted his head to look at the gaping hole in the dome, memories of everything he had experienced since meeting Sword Master Cold Crow flooding his mind.

The frail and thin old man, always wearing a large cloak, sat behind a low table, and no matter how ill he was, his cup was always full of liquor.

His strength and mystery.

Roger was never able to guess even a hint of the old man’s thoughts from beginning to end.

And there were his conflicts with the Tengu Divine Master and the Spirit Sword Project.

Was the so-called Spirit Sword Project nothing but a lie? If he himself was a Guardian Spirit, not constrained by a physical body, then what was the purpose of the project?

To break free from the shackles of lifespan?

Or to become stronger?

His heart filled with doubts, Sword Master Funiu waved his hand at that moment, and the stones lying on the ground moved back to their original positions under his control.

The hall returned to its initial dilapidated state. “We need to leave this place.”

Roger nodded. “Could there be other such places within this building?”

“Perhaps there are, perhaps there aren’t.”

Sword Master Funiu replied, “I know this matter involves your mentor, but right now we need to focus our attention. The primary issue is only one – to get out of here.”

Sword Master Funiu activated his power, and the two of them disappeared from the spot. Roger paid special attention and did not find similar places along the way.

Perhaps the Three-legged Crow was the only exception.

Roger had initially followed Sword Master Funiu into this place out of curiosity, but as he continued to explore, he discovered more and more secrets.

More importantly, he now had a Guardian Spirit with him, Nekomata, which clearly wasn’t an ordinary Guardian Spirit and had intricate connections with the Giant Dragon sleeping in the sky.

Was it for this reason that Sword Master Cold Crow took him as a student?

That old man would not do something meaningless on a whim. Given this, even if the conflict with Yatagarasu Akiryu had forced Roger to stay away from Hankawa,

he had a premonition that when the time was right, Sword Master Cold Crow would definitely find him.

Thinking of the progress of the Spirit Sword Project, a sense of urgent crisis rose in his heart.

Back at the bottom floor of the building, Uma was still struggling against the power that enveloped her.

At that moment, the entire hall began to shake. However, Roger quickly realized that it wasn’t their hall that was shaking, but the entire building.

Or rather, the entire space.

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