The voice was old and faintly discernible. Lu Chuan could tell that the voice came from a gold mountain but he could not tell where exactly!
Haoyang didn't dare to swing his sword down. He used psychic power to check the gold mountain at once.
There were many young warriors in the Prison of Gold and many old warriors as well. But most of the old warriors were hiding here.
Those old warriors were the unwelcome ones from different universes or those who held grudges against major families in other universes. They were hiding here or taking refuge.
Those warriors were often strange in character. Few of them were good-tempered. They would not kill on sight but if they were angered, the outcome could be miserable.
Young Master Haochuan and Haoyang used psychic power to check at once. However, they did not find anyone in the gold mountain.
The two of them scanned the surroundings with their Divine Will, but they didn't find anyone, not even any living beings with life auras.
Haoyang threw Haochuan a look. The latter thought about it and said, "Sir, I am Haochuan, a disciple of the Hao Family from the Earth Imperial Universe.
Please forgive me for disturbing you. This man has killed one of my family members. We must kill him. "
"Piss off!"
Haochuan's words were answered with one word and the voice came from the gold mountain. Not believing in evil, Haochuan and Haoyang used psychic power to check again.
As it turned out —
The space in front of them began to tremble violently. Xuan Qi in heaven and earth formed a blood-red skeletal hand and smashed at the two.
"Bang!"
They were smashed away. Haochuan's Quasi Relic glowed and withstood the force.
Haoyang, on the other hand, was in a miserable state. His armor was cracked and half of his body was covered in blood.
The two of them were sent flying hundreds of meters away, smashing into a dark-gold mountain. The mountain crumbled, and they tumbled a few times before Haoyang fainted.
Admittedly, the Quasi Relic was strong. Haochuan did not sustain serious injuries. Only some blood seeped out from his mouth.
A glint of anger rose in Haochuan's eyes but he dared not to say another word.
Clearly, the old warrior had shown mercy or else Haoyang would have been smashed to death.
No matter what, Haochuan was a young master from a major family. He glared at the unconscious Lu Li but said nothing. Carrying the unconscious Haoyang in his arms, Haochuan took out the bronze chariot and flew away. Soon, they vanished into the horizon.
Lu Li was still in a coma. He had no idea that he had just escaped a disaster.
His injuries were very serious, and most importantly, his soul was very weak. It would take several days for him to recover.
"Buzz ~"
The space in front of Lu Li trembled. A short old man with white hair and eyebrows appeared in front of him. This old man was only 1.4 meters tall. He was skinny, just like a skeleton. He was wearing a blood-red robe.
His white hair was touching the ground and his white eyebrows were long. He stood in front of Lu Li expressionlessly. After a while, he murmured, "He really is at the peak of the Eternal Realm. How can he kill a Human Sovereign Realm warrior?
What kind of divine ability was that dragon claw?
Profound meaning?
Or a Bloodline Divine Skill?
Eh … there is a treasure in this lad's soul pond that can block my soul spirit detection.
Which family was this disciple from?
He dared to roam the Purgatory of Primal Chaos and kill the Hao Family members at such a low realm? "
The short old man was old. His face and hands were covered with age spots. After a while, he took out a red token and threw it to Lu Li. Looking at Lu Li, he said, "Punk, you have guts. You are just like me when I was young.
I am going to cultivate soon. In a couple of years, if I can come out alive and you can survive the Prison of Gold, then … I will take you as my protégé. It will be up to you. "
"Buzzing ~"
The short old man suddenly vanished into thin air. Silence returned to the surroundings. Lu Li was the only one left lying on the ground like a dead body.
…
After a long time, Lu Li woke up. He still looked awful and it was difficult for him to keep his eyelids open.
He took a few deep breaths and checked the surroundings with psychic power. Making sure that nobody was around, he was relieved.
He sat up with his legs crossed, took two healing pellets and began to tend to his wounds.
Two hours later, he had recovered a bit. Finally, he could open his eyes.
He forced a smile and looked around in confusion. Not long after he entered the Prison of Gold, he had almost lost his life. How difficult would the rest of the journey be?
"What?"
Soon, he noticed something was off. In the distance, on a hill, there were signs of a battle. He saw some blood that had not dried up yet. It must have been a few days ago at most.
"What is going on?"
Lu Li could not figure it out. That was clearly human blood. If someone had been fighting nearby, how come he was still alive?
"What is this?"
Lu Li finally saw the token left by the short old man. It was a red wooden token made of unknown material. Exquisite patterns were carved on it and the word "blood" was written on it.
There was a strong smell of blood on the token. Lu Li felt his blood was boiling at the sight of it. He could not help but be filled with killing intent.
Needless to say, the token was not an average one.
Lu Li's eyes flickered. He had an idea. It was possible that Haochuan and the others had caught up but were defeated by a mysterious powerful warrior.
"Blood?"
Lu Li looked at the token carefully. He stood up and used psychic power to check the surroundings.
However, he did not sense any signs of life nearby. Nobody was around.
"Thank you, sir, for saving my life. I will never forget it!"
Lu Li thought about it and bowed to a random direction to express his gratitude. He would repay kindness and seek revenge. This was his character.
The mysterious powerful warrior might have just saved him like a stray cat, but Lu Li had to remember this favor.
Lu Li didn't dare to linger any longer. He flew away on his Fate Wheel. That old man with white hair and beard never showed up again.
Thousands of miles later, Lu Li found a secluded cave and hid in it.
His wounds had not recovered yet. He had to take care of his body and return to his peak state before he could move on. Otherwise, he would have to resign himself to death in the face of danger.
While healing, Lu Li cultivated. He rested here for five days before he was fully recovered.
Once again, he flew toward the west. He did not have much time left. If he could not go to the Central Imperial Universe and join the Leng Family in half a year, the poison in his bone marrow would corrode his entire body. He would turn into a dark skeleton and be left in a foreign land forever.
This time, Lu Li kept a low profile. He flew his Fate Wheel close to the mountains. Once he sensed something was wrong, he would take a detour. He was very respectful as well, for fear that he might anger the old warrior hiding in the Prison of Gold.
He flew for six or seven days. It was peaceful. Lu Li didn't know where exactly he was.
He flew toward the west blindly, trying to find the unique landforms marked on the map so that he could find his bearings.
The eighth day!
Once again, the peaceful flight was disturbed. But … it was not because he encountered enemies. It was because Lu Li found people fighting ahead.
"Boom, boom, boom ~"
From the distance came some earth-shaking noises. Golden glare shone and Xuan Qi in heaven and earth were gathering over there. Lu Li threw a casual glance and could tell there were at least six or seven people fighting.