Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 501

The following day, Chui Yim stood next to Hui Sai Cheong’s bed, staring at his senior brother who was snoring as loud as thunder, helplessly.

It had been twenty-four hours, yet Hui Sai Cheong did not seem to show any sign of waking up. Chui Yim would have been worried if he didn’t know that the other had a powerful physique. With that, he sighed. “I guess I’ll have to go on my own.”

Chui Yim shook his head and left, closing the door behind him.

Hui Sai Cheong opened his eyes at that exact moment, but was still snoring loudly. He only stopped and smiled when he confirmed that Chui Yim had left. “Don’t blame me, Little Junior Brother. I’m just following tradition.”

With that, he disappeared from the bed.

A teen with long black hair dancing behind him walked on the hot desert barefooted. He came to the West with a clear aim.

A person walked out of the town quickly. He got onto the carriage and shut his eyes to take a rest.

There was an ordinary-looking black bead in his hands, and the man seemed to be in deep thought.

Chui Yim took large, casual steps. He was walking at a fast pace.

After four years, his body was still monstrous, even stronger than before despite him not having broken through the boundary yet. As he moved, he formed a line in the sand.

Suddenly, Chui Yim stopped in his tracks, awestruck.

His eyes widened in wonder at the majestic scene.

On the vast, golden desert stood a huge wall separating the desert and the skies. Under the blazing sun's rays, it looked just like a huge umbrella lying on its side, a huge wall shooting up from the desert like a shield that could block heaven’s anger.

The architecture stood several hundred meters from the ground and was more massive and majestic than any mountain Chui Yim had ever seen. The tiny, precise gliphs that resembled tadpoles on the wall gave Chui Yim goosebumps.

It was evidence of how potent the gliphs carved on the huge red buildings were a thousand years ago.

Just as Chui Yim was staring at the Red Rampart in a daze, a man yelled at him. “Who are you!? Nobody is allowed in the Red Rampart today, kiddo! Get lost before your grandpa decides to be merciless!”

Chui Yim turned around.

Two men rose from the sand, and it was only now that Chui Yim realised that there were countless holes in the sand around him. He guessed that they were entrances to a forbidden area, and both of them came from these passages.

Both of them seemed to be in their forties and had a cultivation of only the one-chambered state. It was not high cultivation, but being in the desert, they were already considered powerful cultivators.

“And who are you? I’ve never once heard that the Red Rampart could be closed.” Fearlessly, Chui Yim retorted.

“Hahaha, what an arrogant kid!” The duo laughed, one of them even wearing a sinister smile. “I know disciples from huge sects and clans look down on us, but here in the Western Desert, plently of haughty teenagers like you were killed by us.”

The man pulled out his blade and licked it slowly, wearing a ferocious expression. “Let’s attack together…”

But when he turned to his side, his companion was nowhere to be found. Dumbfounded, he turned back to Chui Yim, who pointed forward.

The man followed his finger subconsciously to find his companion on the ground, unknown if he was dead or alive. He then felt someone knock on the back of his head and fainted similarly.

“I can’t believe that he really dared to turn around.” Chui Yim sighed. It seems like all bandits are brainless. Without hesitation, he jumped into a hole and disappeared.

It was difficult to believe that there were dark, cooling passages beneath the desert, immune to the unbearable heat they experienced in the desert above.

A thousand years ago, this was home to a powerful sect, but now it was just an abandoned area for adventuring.

It was also a huge tomb, housing the powerful sect that once stood at the peak of the world beneath it.

A figure walked through the passage silently, his black hair waving as he went.

He was donned entirely in black; black vest, pants, orbs, and even his hair was black. He blended in with the shadows, the only different colour was a drop of blood on his feet that stained it when he killed those blocking his way mercilessly.

After some time, he stopped at a small room.

Maybe because it was located so far beneath the desert or because the gliph formation protected the passages, there was not a single grain of sand to be seen.

The teen took out a fire starter and some wood from his storage space to make a fire. The warmth lit up his face that was hidden beneath the shadows.

He tilted his head and pondered. Realising he was hungry, he pulled out a processed chicken from his storage space and cooked it.

It was normal for adventurers to take a rest and make themselves meals when they needed a rest. But having it located in a huge tomb, this entire scene seemed out of place.

Suddenly, footsteps broke the silence.

Back facing the door, it seemed that the teenager did not sense the unwelcome guest and was fully absorbed by his cooking and the delicious sizzling sound of it.

The unwelcome guest wielded a sword, and he was in the one-chambered state. The sword lit up, a giveaway sign that the sword was a grade one treasure!

In the world of cultivators, nameless one-chambered cultivators made up most of the world, and they could already be considered lucky to own a grade one weapon.

This man was one of Lee Kwong’s best servants. He was good at assassination and mostly hid in the dark. He also helped Lee Kwong achieve many deeds and was naturally a member of today’s important mission.

The sight of an odd teenager cooking chicken in the space weirded him out, but he was still ready to take the other’s life with his sword without hesitation. Rather than being unused to the dark, the one-chambered glipher was like a fish in a pond.

However, he might’ve been so used to the dark that he failed to notice the teen’s dancing hair blended in, resembling boiling black smoke and a powerful ghost that died in this tomb a thousand years ago.

The sword-wielder did not know that a terrifying attack awaited him if he took a step forward. He was enjoying the dark too much.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight came into the picture.