HPDBC Chapter 79 Mount Suncrest, Southern Peak
Chapter 79 Mount Suncrest, Southern Peak
Underground Dungeon
A place where the horrifying Demonic energy blurs the line between reality and nightmare.
Aetheris thought he was slowly going insane. It was understandable, given the overwhelming Demonic energy that made him see bizarre things. If he had to name the most disgusting and terrifying among them...
It was the wall.
The wall of the cave.
The artificial wall, carved as if by human hands, rippled like the insides of a beast. Aetheris felt a chill as if touching it would lead to catastrophe.
"Pull yourself together, Aetheris," said Magnus. His voice carried the profound power of his inner energy.
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The Suncrest Sect was a Taoist school. Its core cultivation method, the Clear Mind Technique, was pure and upright, exuding unmatched clarity. Aetheris wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead and looked at Magnus. His master, unlike him, showed no signs of struggle.
"But... why exactly are we descending into this place?"
It was a fundamental question, one that Aetheris hadn't dared to ask before reaching this far.
Why?
Why venture into such a horrifying place? Aetheris had no clue.
The answer... was known only to Magnus and Gideon.
"We're here," Gideon said.
Instead of answering, Gideon and Magnus stopped. They had reached the end of the cave, where a massive steel door loomed. Even with his hazy mind, Aetheris could tell that this was no ordinary steel.
The door emitted a faint, mysterious light with a dark sheen.
Black Iron.
"What the..."
To craft a door this large out of the rare Black Iron? Such madness was unheard of. But Gideon and Magnus seemed indifferent, focused only on opening the door.
"W-wait a moment, please!" Aetheris stammered.
"What is it?" Gideon's gaze was cold, his irritation palpable. The surge of Purple energy from his Purple Mist Divine Art felt overwhelming. It was clear that further interruption would not be tolerated.
Still, Aetheris had to ask.
"What... what exactly are you planning to do with the left arm of the Demonic Sect's Young Lord?"
"We will create a master of the Great Blood Demon Sword."
"What...? Who?"
Aetheris couldn't comprehend. What could they possibly do with the left arm of the Demonic Sect's Young Lord? Turn it into powder and make pills?
Gideon answered, "The Great Blood Demon Sword is an ancient martial art. Long ago, during the founding of sects like the Iron Fist, Celestial Sword Sect, and Suncrest, the Demonic Sect was not as it is now. At that time, some righteous sects experimented with techniques like Reverse Heaven Techniques, which defied the natural flow of energy."
"What does that mean?"
"It means there was a time when the division between righteous and demonic techniques wasn't as clear as today," Gideon explained. He drew his sword, a replica of the Heavenly Night Scorching Sword, forged from Ten Thousand-Year Cold Iron.
A radiant aura enveloped the blade—the manifestation of Sword energy.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
The winner was Marcus.
Ethan feigned disappointment.
"Senior Brother Ethan, your relief is far too obvious," Vera said bluntly.
"Not true! I'm truly saddened I can't protect our junior sister's side!"
"Senior Brother Marcus, he's lying," Vera remarked.
Despite her words, Vera felt a hint of amusement. Teasing her senior brothers like this had been oddly entertaining.
She turned to her side, pulling the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.
If only she could fall into a dreamless sleep.
Hours passed.
In the middle of the night, Marcus awoke to faint groans coming from beside him. He turned to glance at Vera.
"F-Father... M-Mother... N-no..."
Sweat poured down her face as her body trembled. She was having a nightmare, her lips pale from fear.
"Vera?"
"N-no... Stop it... K-kill them... Kill them all..."
Her voice, usually so calm and soft, now trembled with anger and murderous intent. It was a side of Vera that Marcus had never seen before.
Fully awake now, he hesitated before reaching out to gently shake her shoulder. Waking her seemed better than letting her endure the nightmare.
Her small body flinched, then shifted to face the other direction.
And that's when he saw it.
Tightly clenched teeth, tears streaming from her closed eyes, trembling lips.
"What kind of dream could it be...?"
"R-revenge... I have to kill them... Burn them... Burn it all..."
"Vera?"
Her small fists were so tightly clenched that her nails dug into her palms. Her eyelids quivered, unable to contain her rage.
Her voice broke into sobs.
In the end, Marcus shook her harder, rousing her from her nightmare.
"A-Ah!"
Vera startled awake, her hand instinctively reaching for her Falling Blossom Sword, half-drawing it before realizing where she was.
"Put the sword down, Vera."
"Y-Yes, Senior Brother. I'm sorry..."
"It's alright. Let's get some fresh air."