CHAPTER 607: CHAPTER 606: EITHER DIE OR WAIT

Forget it!

The phantasm disappeared, and although Lin Hao’s mood was unsettled, he had no choice but to calm himself down.

The power of this sandstorm was growing fiercer and stronger; if he delayed any further, he feared he might become one of the myriad lost souls within it!

Qimen Dunjia, Qimen Dunjia, where is Qimen?

Lin Hao’s eyes shone as he looked around.

The heavenly stems and earthly branches, sun and moon, and the primordial chaos, all flashed through Lin Hao’s mind.

From afar, the light emitting from the inn was becoming fainter and fainter!

If he were to lose sight of the inn’s light, Lin Hao was destined to become lost in this sea of sand!

"No other choice!"

This last time, for this very last time, Lin Hao decided to take a leap of faith. Whether he lived or died was up to fate!

He stepped forward, choosing a carefully selected Qimen stance once more.

Buzz!

In the void, a low humming resonated; the moment he passed through Qimen, Lin Hao felt as if he were traversing through time and space.

That subtle feeling of shuttling through time and space was utterly intoxicating.

A flash of light before his eyes, and Lin Hao landed once again.

Suddenly, just as he landed, a shadowy figure charged at him aggressively.

"Wan Jun! Where are you, Wan Jun!"

While rushing over, the figure shouted, "I know you’re not dead, I know you’re here in this yellow sand, come out!"

Lin Hao was startled by this abrupt incident; he thought it was one of those phantoms from the sandy sky—those extraordinary beings lost in the storm for who knows how many years.

But he quickly realized.

Those powerful beings within the sands were all formidable figures from the Three Realms of scholars, monks, and Taoists, and moreover, they spoke the Huaxia language of Earth.

Yet the person shouting and rushing out was speaking the common tongue of the Upper Realm Plane, with a hint of the Bitter Realm’s dialect.

Sunset Three Laughs!

Just as Lin Hao prepared to defend himself and strike back with the Divine Cauldron, the person finally revealed their face.

Who could it be, if not Sunset Three Laughs?

How on earth did this guy get here?

Lin Hao wondered, but he didn’t have the intention to start a fight.

Sunset Three Laughs had an incredibly high Cultivation; his Combat Skills were formidable. Lin Hao feared he might not be a match for this person at the moment.

Let him be.

But this person might just know where the inn is.

Don’t let him be, and Sunset Three Laughs, who was charging like a madman, might be the first to strike and kill.

Just as Lin Hao was caught in a dilemma, suddenly, there was a flash of blade light.

That Skull General had somehow emerged from somewhere, standing right between Lin Hao and Sunset Three Laughs.

"Wan Jun?!"

That massive, dark, eerie, and bloody Skull General’s head was facing Sunset Three Laughs squarely.

Sunset Three Laughs instinctively called out, then snapped back to reality.

What Wan Jun or not, this was clearly a terrifying skull!

"Die!"

With a long howl, Sunset Three Laughs seemed to be both annoyed and enraged, channeling all his anger into a single slash.

"Buzz!! Whoosh!!"

Blade light, Sword Energy!

This time, Lin Hao was close enough to see clearly that Sunset Three Laughs’ blade carried some of the essence of the Three Realms of scholars, monks, and Taoists.

It contained the Law and bore the Heavenly Dao!

Could it be...

Lin Hao pondered in his heart, and at that moment, with the slash, the Skull General’s head flew off, whooshing away with the wind-blown sands, leaving only a headless skeleton still swinging its sword in battle.

"Scram!"

Sunset Three Laughs, furious and anxious, lashed out with another palm.

"Boom!"

The skeleton frame was directly shattered, bones scattering all over the ground.

At this moment, Sunset Three Laughs finally noticed Lin Hao not far away.

"Is it you? You’re still not dead?"

His eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly in disbelief.

Lin Hao did not answer. He looked beyond Sunset Three Laughs and saw the inn right behind him, but the glow of the inn had dimmed to just a sliver, threatening to disappear at any moment!

If it disappeared, there would be no going back!

Lin Hao was greatly alarmed and, without answering, rushed towards the inn.

However, Sunset Three Laughs seemed utterly unconcerned; his eyes fixed on Lin Hao with a face full of shock, then excitement? Eagerness?

An indescribable feeling overcame him as Lin Hao tried to run past, but Sunset Three Laughs stood motionless and suddenly reached out to grab Lin Hao.

"You’re not dead?!!"

This idiotic question gave Lin Hao an urge to punch someone.

"If you don’t let go, I’m going to die with you!"

Lin Hao bellowed angrily.

Sunset Three Laughs was taken aback and looked down.

In the short time since he had stopped, the yellow sand on the ground had already buried his knees!

Yet Sunset Three Laughs was not panicked, nor did he find it surprising.

He seemed all too familiar with this kind of scene.

"It’s fine."

Sunset Three Laughs muttered to himself as though comforting Lin Hao.

Then, with a light leap, he extracted his legs from the sand.

"You’re not dead?"

Again, such a stupid question.

Lin Hao was frustrated, wishing he could just give Sunset Three Laughs a flat-out punch and be done with it.

But he knew well enough that Sunset Three Laughs seemed to have gleaned a bit of Heavenly Dao from the sandstorm in the Bitter Realm, his moves imbued with the essence of the Three Realms of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Lin Hao might not be a match for him.

And even if he could win, now was not the time to fight.

However, with his arm tightly gripped by Sunset Three Laughs, Lin Hao had no choice but to angrily say, "Can we ask such idiotic questions once we’re back?"

Back?

Sunset Three Laughs seemed to come to his senses.

He glanced at the sweeping yellow sand all around and the rows of searching skeletal spirits, who appeared conflicted between wanting to find something and fearing both the finding and not finding, an incredibly perplexing sight.

"Let’s go back!"

Afterwards, Sunset Three Laughs turned around with just two decisive words.

Not far ahead of them, the light from the inn had already weakened to a mere fissure.

"This distance won’t get us lost, you, don’t worry." Sunset Three Laughs seemed to reassure Lin Hao, evidently, he was experienced.

Lin Hao made no reply and rushed straight for the glimmer of light from the inn.

At this moment, inside the inn, about a dozen Kings and Emperor Cultivators had already dug out the sand near the entrance.

"Close the door!"

One of them, overjoyed, shouted excitedly.

"Don’t you dare close the door!!"

A shadow dashed forward, its expression filled with murderous intent: "No one is allowed to close the door!"

"Heh, who the hell do you think you are? I give face to Sunset Three Laughs, but if Sunset Three Laughs isn’t here, who do you think you are?!"

"Just a General dares to bark orders at us? You must’ve had too much of the Bitter Realm’s sandstorms!"

The cultivators who were closing the door were furious; in the face of life and death, they no longer cared about Wan Jun, the innkeeper.

"Clang!"

With a sharp sound, Wan Jun drew a small knife from her waist, made a sudden move forward, and firmly grabbed the door: "No one is allowed to close the door, whoever tries, dies!"

"Get lost!"

Just as her words fell, the nearby Emperor Cultivator immediately retaliated with a backhand slap, sending Wan Jun flying.

While in midair, Wan Jun had already spewed out a mouthful of blood.

But before she touched the ground, she was grabbed by another Emperor Cultivator, who fiercely gripped her neck: "If you know what’s good for you, activate the grand formation now and let us close the door!"

"Don’t... don’t even think about it! We all... all die, or... or we wait!" Wan Jun struggled to breathe, her face turning red in mere moments.