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Chapter 280 - 202 Young Hero, Purge All Filth! (Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 280: Chapter 202 Young Hero, Purge All Filth! (Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

He kicked off another icicle, and after it fell, there was still no sound from below.

Such a deep icy cliff, and with a broken leg, I refuse to believe you wouldn’t die!

Even the most cautious of people would give up at this point.

Because being on this cliff, if one carelessly falls down and gets pierced by the protruding icicles, it’s very likely to be life-threatening.

This applies to an expert like Duan Yun as well.

After all, his condition isn’t great following a major battle, and if he were to get injured again, climbing up to such a height would not be easy.

But Young Hero Duan is a man of strong action, or perhaps a bit obstinate.

The thought of not having drawn True Qi from the Mad Woman to replenish himself, and of not having infused her with Heroic Spirit, shouting "I want to be a hero!" made him feel incomplete.

So, he continued to slide down.

The icy peak was like a mirror, silent as death.

Here, Duan Yun couldn’t even feel the passage of time.

He did not know how long he had been sliding down, just that his clothes and pants had already been torn by inconspicuous icicles, and with his True Qi not particularly abundant, he even felt cold, unable to stop trembling.

Duan Yun looked up, only to see a dimness above; looking down, it was even darker, as black as ink.

Could it be that it was already dark?

In this silent chasm, he could no longer distinguish between day and night; if not for the faint blue light from the ice, it could be said that he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

When the icicle was again kicked off and once more there was no sound of it landing, Duan Yun knew he could not go down any further.

With the visibility here, even if he reached the bottom of the cliff, finding a body would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.

The key was that from such a height, a person would likely only be left with a layer of skin after the fall.

The cold wind howled, Duan Yun exhaled a breath of cold air and decided to turn back.

He even had the illusion that if he didn’t go back now, he might never return.

In the darkness, as if there was some unknown terror lurking.

In his prime, he always felt there was nowhere his one-in-a-million Cultivation talent could not reach, but not in this state.

After over-exerting himself, even the mightiest person feels as if their body has been hollowed out.

Duan Yun was very confident, but not blindly so; it was an intelligent confidence.

He began to climb upwards.

After climbing for nearly half an hour, it was still dim above, and Duan Yun always had the illusion that he had fallen into an unknown darkness, or rather, that this was no longer the realm of the living, but another dimension that seemed to trap him here forever.

Duan Yun knew this was an illusion created by being in a dark space for a long time.

He had to admit that his decision to return was the right one because sliding down was possible, but climbing up required using a sword to carve into the ice for a path, which was much harder.

In his prime state, he could slash his sword on the ice and fly up several meters, or even occasionally perform high-end maneuvers like spiraling into the sky with a left footstep on the right side, but now it was not allowed.

Duan Yun didn’t know how long he had climbed, only that he felt completely exhausted when he finally emerged from the clouds and saw the sky above.

The sky was much darker, filled with storm clouds, but this dim light was so wonderfully good.

Below, it truly was no place for humans to linger.

Duan Yun exerted more strength and climbed upwards rapidly, and at this time, there were still several onlookers at the edge of the cliff.

"Old Demon Duan is gone too, right?"

"I don’t know, why did he go down? Could it be that Fairy Xian Di is dead, and he was suddenly trapped by love, choosing to die for love?"

"Nonsense! What kind of merciless person is Old Demon Duan, trapped by love? He’s made eight hundred women trapped by love, he wouldn’t confine himself even for a moment, I bet he wouldn’t even spare a corpse."

"From such a height, would there be a corpse?"

"Could Old Demon have also accidentally fallen to his death?"

"I think it’s possible. This is Ice Demon Snow Gorge, after all. Those who descend here are doomed to Ten Deaths No Life."

At that moment, they heard a crack, and a noise came from their right rear.

A few onlookers turned to see Old Demon Duan’s handsome face emerging.

"Damn, it’s both slippery and deep, it’s exhausting!" he cursed.

No sooner had his voice faded when they heard a "Old Demon!" and "Ghost!", followed by seven or eight people scrambling out with rolls and crawls.

Duan Yun lay on the cliff’s edge, gasping for air, "To think someone as handsome as me could be mistaken for a ghost! Moreover, accusing Young Hero of being an Old Demon is a serious crime. If I weren’t so tired right now, I would definitely have it out with you guys."

He lay there, breathing deeply and shallowly. Even without Moonlight, his True Qi was rapidly recovering.

...

Deep at the bottom of the gorge was a heap of pitch-black mud.

Even if it’s mud, falling from such a height is not much different than crashing onto iron blocks.

Yu Shuangshuang’s body was shattered, barely feeling any sensation or pain.

If not for her having absorbed too many people, her True Qi incredibly robust, and having been protected by the hard-fought Xian Di around her chest above during the fall, she would’ve likely ended up a bloody, burst skin.

The bottom of the gorge was not in darkness, but flickered with the blue glow of ice crystals.

Just like the fireflies of summer, but turned into icy blue.

She knew she was going to die.

The last time she fell from the cliff, she crashed down only about a hundred meters by luck, and stumbled upon an enormous opportunity, but this time, luck was not on her side.

It’s a pity that she was about to die without completing what she most wanted to do.

But she knew she had done her best. She had absorbed so many people, found such a good opportunity, thinking she had the advantage of time and place—but still, she failed.

The man Yu Shuangshuang had set her sights on was indeed someone incomparable.

Indeed, she was unable to conquer him.

At this moment, in this stench-ridden, mud-filled cliff bottom, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, like someone wearing wooden clogs stepping on the mud.

Yu Shuangshuang involuntarily felt a wave of fear.

Besides herself, who was about to die, how could there be someone else at the bottom of this gorge?

At this moment, her heart was filled only with fear, without the slightest hope for rescue or joy for a miracle.

Because the footsteps themselves were a source of terror.

A ghost!

Just then, the footsteps stopped, and the eye sockets of Yu Shuangshuang, already burst from the fall, saw a face of utmost horror.

It should have been a human face, yet it bore root-like things.

In that instant, Yu Shuangshuang couldn’t help but recall the rumors about Old Mother Mountain.

There were rumors of humanoid Snow Ginseng in the mountain, but those who came to pick ginseng often disappeared without a trace, not even their bones found.

Could it be that their bones ended up here, transformed into such things?

Yu Shuangshuang was always a strong and determined person.

But now, her body shattered, her obsessions followed suit, and in this moment, she showed her fragile human side.

She was scared and terrified, watching that dreadful face draw near, her forehead’s Xian Di twitched, secreting the last of the "Divine Water."

This final Divine Water could kill everything in the world, herself included.

As long as she was dead, she wouldn’t need to be afraid.

And so she died.

In death, a faint smile seemed to linger on her face, as if she saw someone...