Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 503

As if sensing the stone bead’s arrival, the painting trembled violently.

Boom…

The painting cracked apart from the middle as if it was slashed in half by an invisible force. Like a huge door, it opened up.

It was pitch black inside the painting, looking just like the mouth of a mysterious giant beast. Nobody knew where it led.

“Let’s go,” Chui Sang said. He was trembling, but filled with determination for the chance that he had been searching for during the past couple dozen years – the chance to change his fate!

The bonfire weakened, and next to it lay a pile of chicken bones.

The entire space was still filled with the fragrance of wine and roasted chicken, and the two teenagers were having an enjoyable meal as they chatted.

Only after some time did Chui Yim remember to introduce himself. “I’m Chui Yim, what’s your name?” He placed his fists together.

“I’m Siu Fu.” Siu Fu stood up and returned to courtesy.

“I bet that Brother Siu is here for an adventure too.” Chui Yim smiled. “Since fate brought us together, why not discover this place together? We can look after each other too.”

“I was thinking the same too.” Siu Fu shook his head, laughing.

The bonfire was put out, and the teenagers embarked on their journey. They chatted happily on their way, and both parties shared the sentiment that they should have met sooner.

They were in a forbidden area, so there were definitely unique traps and mechanisms all around, but both of them handled them all well and took care of each other at the same time. Seeing that the other was able to pass the hurdles so simply, the admiration both parties had for each other increased.

Of course, the hurdles were a piece of cake to them considering both of their identities. Siu Fu was the Bloodstained Hill's Sacred Icon and the sacred son of necrocultivation. Despite remaining hidden from the world, the tribe's history worth a thousand years was not weaker than any of the large organisations.

As for Chui Yim, he was the seventh teacher of Cloud Palace, the institution that produced all gliphs in the world. After spending four years in Cloud Palace, he was no longer the rowdy boy of the past.

This trip might’ve been dangerous to others, but it was nothing tough for the teenagers.

With their cultivation state and treasures, ordinary treasures were unattractive to them; Siu Fu could take any treasure in the Black Promise Tower’s Treasure Pavilion, while Chui Yim could have anything that the seniors did not want from the Purifying Cloud Pavilion. Thus, they had a higher scope for treasure.

But Chui Yim was here for a reason. He held the unnamed fire bead in his hands as he followed the invisible energy that was leading him to an unknown destination ever since he went into the passage.

“Who are you!?”

Suddenly, the route in front of them was lit up brightly; they were blocked by men holding torches. Chui Yim clearly felt that they were blocking where the fire bead was leading him towards, while a smile formed on Siu Fu's face. Indeed my opportunity.

The teenagers seemed to walk around the place randomly, but Siu Fu could naturally tell that Chui Yim was following a treasure's lead instead. Now that he saw the destination was heavily guarded, there was no doubt a great opportunity waited for them there.

Chui Yim turned to Siu Fu. “Brother Siu, shall we?”

Siu Fu was stunned. He liked how Chui Yim entered him into the fight without even asking him because the other treated him as a friend.

Friend?

Loneliness didn’t hurt Siu Fu, but it still felt good to have a friend.

“Okay.” Siu Fu agreed.

“Let's crush these empty vessels!” Chui Yim laughed loudly.

“What an arrogant kid!” Hearing them, some of the gliphers were angered and slashed their blades at them. Maybe it was because of their leader, Wild Sand Blade Lee Kwong, but they all used blades. However, his slash was stopped in its tracks by a pale, slender hand.

“No ordinary weapon can hurt me.” Chui Yim exerted force in his right hand and crushed the blade with his bare hand. He sent another punch into the glipher’s abdomen.

Barefooted, Siu Fu walked forward calmly and with determination.

Without any visible actions, the gliphers coming at him fell to the ground.

If Chui Yim was a violent tornado, then Siu Fu was a deep swamp that took down the opponents before they could even figure out what was going on.

With tacit agreement, they did not try to figure out each other's style, but they were still able to identify some characteristics of each other's style.

Siu Fu could tell that Chui Yim had a powerful body, which was evident seeing how he crushed weapons with his bare hands and how he moved so cleanly and quickly.

Chui Yim could also tell how Siu Fu had rapid footwork. The opponents seemed to fall of their own accord, but in reality, it was him who kicked them and caused them to faint without the opponent even noticing.

“Indeed powerful!” The both of them thought of each other.

All those who stayed to guard the passage were mediocre gliphers. The actually capable gliphers had already followed Lee Kwong and Chui Sang into the door.

When Chui Yim and Siu Fu reached the door, there were many unconscious men behind them on the ground.

“Let's go.” Chui Yim strode in without hesitation despite it being pitch black inside. Siu Fu followed Chui Yim in.

Chui Sang and Lee Kwong led the way, followed by three men behind them. As the most powerful cultivators under Lee Kwong, they were aware that Chui Sang was their actual leader.

Strength was insufficient for humans to survive in the world; if not for Chui Sang's brain, they would never have become the leaders of this area, able to act as they liked.

Chui Sang ignored them and passed the chilly passage into a huge hall.

It was huge in size, spacious, and dozens of meters tall. Nine red wooden beams shot from the ground as if holding up the sky to prevent it from falling.

Chui Sang only focused on the altar behind the beams.

The altar looked like those used to pray for good weather, but what was different was the metallic lotus platform on the altar, which was greatly worn out, looking like it was about to break down the next minute.

On the platform, there was a ball of flame. The flame was ivory in color just like solidified milk, but the way it was waving in the air showed that it was a ball of flame.

Behind the nine beams and the altar, there was a pitch-black shadow, as if ink had poured down from the heavens.

It's true! Chui Sang trembled. It did not lie to me!

He hurried over to the altar, and the bead he held in his hands tightly flew out towards the altar no matter how hard he tried to hold it. The bead became black and kept changing as it flew towards the altar.

Shockingly, it was an eyeball, and Chui Sang even saw that it was a fully black eyeball with only its vertical pupil shining in a weird white colour.