Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

White, like the white of darkness, so dark that you can’t see your hand in front of you.

Zhao Rui shook his head, trying to wake himself up from the dizziness.

It was only after a while that he realized that what he saw was not dizziness but a thick fog.

"Escaped? Where is Fellow Daoist Qian?" Zhao Rui groped his way towards Qian Xiaoyi according to his memory before the teleportation.

He remembered that the other party jumped into the teleportation array and was not far away.

Underfoot, the formation had burned everything, leaving only some scattered blades of grass in the cracks that had escaped.

After about ten steps, two blurry figures appeared on the ground.

Zhao Rui was very happy and hurried over.

Qian Xiaoyi was lying on the ground beside the suddenly missing formation diagram, his face pale.

His body, from the waist down, disappeared.

Zhao Rui was shocked and rushed forward. He held Qian Xiaoyi's hand and continuously sent vitality into the other's body.

But Qian Xiaoyi was injured too badly, and his intestines and internal organs would flow out if he moved a little.

He was sweating profusely and trembling as he said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao..., my... my legs..."

Zhao Rui comforted her, "I'm casting a spell, it will be fine...it will be fine."

"This time... I... I... can't bear it anymore." Qian Xiaoyi's hand tightly grasped Zhao Rui and said, "I... am so cold... Can you... hold me..."

Zhao Rui hurriedly hugged Qian Xiaoyi and injected vitality into him even more frantically.

Qian Xiaoyi's eyes gradually blurred, and he said weakly: "Wan'er... Sister, if she... if she sees you..."

The sound stopped abruptly, Qian Xiaoyi's hand loosened, and there was no more movement.

Zhao Rui burst into tears and stood there.

Five years ago, when the three of them left the State of Yan, they were so high-spirited. Everyone's heart was full of hope, and they felt that this must be a paradise for spiritual practice.

However, in the blink of an eye, Shen Chenqing disappeared, and when Qian Xiaoyi died, he was the only one left in the world.

After a while, Zhao Rui wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Master Qian, rest in peace. If there is a chance, I will send your ashes back to Yan State."

He pinched his fingers to summon a ball of fire, which bounced onto Qian Xiaoyi's body.

The blazing flames made the surrounding fog thinner. Originally, one could only see within three steps, but now one could see ten steps away.

All around, there were lush vegetation everywhere, and occasional animal activities, making rustling sounds.

Not far away, half of the body was broken in the middle, and half of the face was full of horror.

Zhao Rui recognized Yao Yi, shook his head, and summoned a ball of fire to shoot over.

About a cup of tea later, Qian Xiaoyi's body completely disappeared, leaving only a ball of black ash.

Zhao Rui grabbed the black ashes in the air, rolled them into a ball, and put them into a jade box.

The only thing we need to do now is to get out of this forest and find out where we are!

If I have left Jin State, then I will find a place to build my foundation.

If you can't leave, you have to find a way to escape quickly.

Zhao Rui thought about it, summoned a fireball above his head, and dived into the lush forest.

He ran wildly in the dense forest for a while, and the thick fog did not change at all. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Am I falling into a formation, or is this place like this from the beginning?"

Half a day later, Zhao Rui suddenly felt a pain in his feet.

He leaned over to take a closer look and found that the handcuffs had sunk into the flesh and were getting tighter and tighter.

The Chen family's shackles not only restrict their magic power and spiritual awareness, but also prevent people from escaping. As long as they leave the formation, the shackles will become tighter and tighter.

Zhao Rui frowned and after hesitating for a while, he used his magic power to change the tendons, bones and flesh at his ankle.

With a snapping sound, Zhao Rui broke the bones and removed the shackles on his right leg.

He grimaced in pain, endured the pain and fixed his right foot, and used his magic power to recover.

Half a day later, he moved his ankle and was able to walk barely.

Zhao Rui was very happy, and immediately followed the same instruction, planning to remove the shackles on his left foot.

However, when he changed the tendons, bones and flesh at his ankles again, he discovered that the remaining shackles would change accordingly.

If you want to remove it, you have to cut off the foot.

Zhao Rui shook his head. Regenerating severed limbs is an ability only possessed by those in the Jindan stage. He has no way to do it now.

He tore off a piece of cloth and tied the shackles around his legs. After making sure it would not hinder his walking, he began to look for a way out of the forest again.

After removing half of the shackles, Zhao Rui's spiritual sense could be released, but when he tried, his spiritual sense was like his sight and could only reach about ten steps away.

"There's something strange about this fog!" Zhao Rui tried to enlarge the fireball, but it only expanded his vision to a distance of about fifteen steps.

He then split the fireball into fist-sized pieces and controlled it to fly far away, but once it exceeded fifteen steps, the fireball immediately lost contact and disappeared in the mist.

After some attempts, Zhao Rui was exhausted.

He had to accept the fact that fifteen steps was the limit of his spiritual awareness and vision here.

Zhao Rui shook his head and had to give up. He kept the fireball hanging above his head and continued to look for a way out.

Half a day later, Zhao Rui was on his way when he suddenly heard a vague voice: "Uriel..."

Zhao Rui thought he had misheard, but the voice rang out again: "Dabai... Dabai... Jie Di... Ka Mang..."

The sound is intermittent, sometimes repeated, sometimes just a single syllable, back and forth continuously.

Zhao Rui didn't understand anything at all, but he instinctively felt disgusted. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, trying to get away from the source of the sound.

However, no matter how he walked, the voice became clearer and clearer, as if calling the soul, luring the lost lamb.

"Jati...Jati...Kamang...Uriel..."

After a while, the sound became clearer, as if a lover was whispering in the ear, or as if the Buddha was preaching and roaring like a lion.

Gradually, Zhao Rui's eyes began to become confused.

He grinned foolishly, as if he heard his mother's call, and ran towards the direction of the voice.

Half a day later, the shackles on Zhao Rui's feet had embedded into his flesh, grinding his bones to the point of creaking.

But he was unaware of it, still with an intoxicated smile on his face, and ran towards the direction of the sound.

"Crack!" At a certain moment, Zhao Rui's left foot broke.

But he was completely unaware of this and continued walking forward. Even if he fell down sometimes, he would still get up and continue limping forward.

The bright red blood dripped from the wound onto the ground, drawing a blood line, as if it were some mysterious sacrificial ritual.

Zhao Rui walked mechanically like this. He didn't know how long it had passed. Suddenly, the fog disappeared and the sound stopped abruptly.

In front of us, an ancient banyan tree that can be hugged by ten people rises into the sky. Its lush crown blocks out the sky, and only faint sunlight shines through the gaps.

There were small blue flowers blooming among the branches of the tree crown, but they did not grow from the giant tree, but from the vines wrapped around it.

Countless vines grow down along the main branches, gradually gathering into the thickness of buckets and winding down along the trunk.

When it reached the lower half of the trunk, the vine quickly thinned until it was as thick as a wrist and wrapped around a tangled root system of the giant tree.

Every time the vine wrapped around the root system, it became thinner, until it was only as thick as a thumb and took root in a half-lying corpse.

There was a long sword stuck in the chest of the corpse, and its ruddy face was covered with moss. Its eyes were like the abyss, staring at Zhao Rui who was gradually regaining consciousness.