Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 294 Qu Tong Arrives on the Island, Ruan Feng Meets

King Nathan, seated on her throne, sensed the presence of those people for a moment, but ultimately shook her head helplessly. She had not detected any trace of them, as if their presence had been completely concealed and erased.

"Fine, since the situation is already in chaos, let's make it even more chaotic, so that this sacrifice can become even grander."

After a moment of contemplation, King Nathan closed his eyes completely, preparing to fall into a temporary silence.

After she finished speaking, the branches of the divine tree attached to her body slowly contracted, and dense roots grew out of the ground, intertwining and entwining around the central throne, turning into an airtight cage that completely imprisoned King Nathan inside.

On these roots and branches, the traces of some flames are very obvious. The charred and carbonized parts slowly crumble and turn into dust and ashes as the branches move.

Meanwhile, far away on the coast of Nathan Island, a group of people, cloaked and completely covered, appeared amidst the wind and waves.

Sunlight shone on their jet-black cloaks, casting shadows that concealed them from head to toe, obscuring their features and figures.

As the crowd crossed the boundary of the waves and arrived at the beach, the leader of the crowd bent down and placed his hands on the ground. A hazy, iridescent red and blue light shimmered in his palms, as if he were communicating with the beings in the earth.

"Alright, let's go in."

A moment later, the hazy light dissipated in his palm, and the leader stood up again, stepped across the damp sand, and officially set foot on the land of Nathan Island.

The rest of the group followed their leader and boldly stepped onto this island, which was highly guarded against the outside world.

Nathan Island is very vigilant against outsiders. When outsiders appear on the island, King Nathan and Guard will notice them immediately and use the teleportation ability granted by the divine tree to intercept them.

If outsiders want to enter Nathan Island, they must officially join and are not allowed to easily step off the island. If outsiders refuse, the Nathan Guards will drive them away or even kill them.

This group of suspicious-looking outsiders, cloaked in their robes, did not arouse any suspicion on Nathan Island. Instead, they entered the island unimpeded.

They overcame all obstacles and arrived at the depths of the tranquil jungle. The place was somewhat desolate, with dense trees and a primitive, wild atmosphere surrounding them, yet it exuded an eerie silence.

"Snap!"

A crisp snapping sound broke the eerie silence. The cloaked figure leading the way moved aside, kicking away the layer of fallen leaves that obscured the ground, revealing a white bone that contrasted sharply with the dark soil, making it look quite unsettling.

"arrive."

The group was not frightened by the terrifying scene. The leader seemed to have determined the direction and led the group forward with great strides.

Nearly decaying skeletons were scattered throughout the forest. Some of the skeletons were incomplete, and some had bizarre shapes, but without exception, they all looked as if they had been skinned, dismembered, and had their flesh removed. The surface of the bones was smooth and shiny, and seemed to be reflecting light.

The cloaked figures arrived deep in the jungle, where a dark and deep cave appeared ahead of them. There were many more skeletons at the cave entrance than on the way they had come.

"Senior Ruan Feng, a descendant of an old friend has come to pay a visit."

As everyone gazed at the cave entrance, the leader who had previously guided them stepped forward, lifted the hood of his cloak with both hands, revealing his face beneath.

It was a woman's face. Half of her face was normal flesh and skin, but the other half revealed her true skeletal form. Fine cracks were faintly visible on the skull. It was Qu Tong, who was being afflicted by the Three Calamities.

"What did you call me?"

A question that sounded like a sigh echoed from the dark and deep cave. As the shadows flickered, a tall, stout man emerged from within.

The man appeared to be middle-aged, walking with a steady and unhurried gait. A powerful and majestic aura gradually revived from him; he was none other than Ruan Feng, who was hiding on Nathan Island.

As they spoke, Ruan Feng had already stepped out into the sunlight, leaning against the cave wall. He looked at Qu Tong, who was leading the way, and recognized a familiar aura in her unfamiliar face.

"Duanmu, no, you're not Duanmu?"

Ruan Feng glanced at it a few times and then shook his head. Then, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, and he licked his lips, muttering to himself.

"It's been so many years, even I find the name Ruan Feng to be distant and unfamiliar. I never imagined that someone would still remember it."

"Very well, now that you know my whereabouts, and since you are not the people I knew back then, and I don't know if the people I knew are the real ones, I naturally cannot let you live."

He stomped heavily on the ground, his massive body cracking the earth like a spiderweb, and he flew towards the cloaked crowd like a cannonball.

"call--"

In the blink of an eye, the burly Ruan Feng had already appeared in front of Qu Tong. He opened his mouth and exhaled a burst of smoke, which enveloped Qu Tong and the others.

The smoke had an eerie pink hue, as if life was flowing and evolving within it, dissolving all the debris and rocks along the way.

"Bang!"

Amidst the pink smoke, the sound of flesh colliding rang out. The cloaked figure standing beside Qu Tong rushed to her side without hesitation, braving the dissolving and corrosive smoke while blocking Ruan Feng's powerful and heavy palm.

As Nguyen Phung charged forward, more and more cloaked figures rushed up without fear of death. Their eyes, hidden beneath their hoods, all gleamed with a deep blue light, devoid of any emotion or desire.

"That method was used quite skillfully."

Ruan Feng nodded in approval, and then increasingly thick smoke erupted from all parts of his body, instantly corroding the cloaked figures who approached him, leaving only half of their bodies.

"With such limited skills, you are not worthy of the title of descendants of the deceased. Let me have a taste."

He grabbed a mutilated body beside him, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on the flesh, a look of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. But that feeling was instantly replaced by an endless emptiness.

Just as he stared menacingly at the remaining crowd with bloodshot eyes, a low, difficult-to-pronounce scripture slowly began to play according to a specific rhythm.

"Namo Mara Deva..."

"How do you know the Paranirmitavasavartin Mantra?"

The moment the familiar incantation rang out, Ruan Feng's eyes regained their clarity, but his pupils trembled as he looked incredulously at Qu Tong, who had retreated behind the crowd and was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

In the brief moment of distraction, everything before Ruan Feng's eyes changed. This was no longer the desolate jungle of Nathan Island, but the Twenty-Four Heavenly Valley.

The person in front of him was not the ill-intentioned Qu Tong, but the group of people who had sworn brotherhood and laughed together at the banquet years ago.

"How could you... Pfft!"

In the instant he was stunned, a pair of hands burning with red and blue flames appeared from behind him and pressed against the back of his head. As the flames flickered, his consciousness gradually faded, but he still stared incredulously at Qu Tong chanting incantations in the distance.

"You can never be him, and you can never be her."

Having uttered those words in a daze, Ruan Feng, who had just displayed great power, had lost consciousness and seemed to have become a pile of fat meat to be slaughtered. Qu Tong had not even finished a quarter of the "Heavenly Demon Mantra of Transformation".

"To cultivate only the physical body and not the spirit is the first ailment in spiritual practice."

"If one only cultivates one's ancestral nature but not one's elixir, one's yin spirit will find it difficult to attain sainthood even after countless eons."

Seeing that Ruan Feng was easily lost in the Demonic Mantra of Transformation, Qu Tong also stopped chanting, looked at the Three Calamities Cracks spreading on her hand, and sighed.

"In the end, one wrong step led to another, and now there's no turning back."

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Yesterday's second chapter is finished!