ATPnovel Chapter 150 Good Will Prevail Over Evil
Chapter 150 Good Will Prevail Over Evil
The Cangmang Mountain is steep and densely forested, and the higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes.
Zhou Ning activated his spiritual eye and could barely make out the road ahead.
His divine sense had already spread out, covering an area of tens of thousands of feet in radius, vigilantly sensing everything around him.
Then, proceeding cautiously step by step, he walked for about an hour and finally reached the mountaintop.
On the mountaintop, the huge black crack had disappeared, replaced by a scorched earth.
The ground was covered with cracks, and black mist lingered in the cracks, slowly dissipating.
Around the crack, there were scattered black fragments, exactly the same as those seen before.
Zhou Ning squatted down, picked up a fragment, and examined it carefully.
The fragments were icy cold to the touch, carrying a chilling aura, but most of the demonic energy within them had dissipated, leaving only a faint remnant.
"The crack has completely closed." Zhou Ning stood up and looked around.
On the mountaintop, besides these fragments, there were also traces of a battle.
There are several deep trenches on the ground, as if they were cut by a sharp blade.
Several large trees were cut in half, their cut surfaces charred black, as if corroded by something.
"Master Xuanzhenzi has fought with the shadowy figure," Zhou Ning thought to himself.
He followed the trail of the battle.
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a figure appeared ahead.
The man was dressed in a white Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on a large rock, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.
His face was pale and his breath was weak; it was Xuanzhenzi.
"Master Xuanzhenzi?" Zhou Ning walked over quickly.
Xuanzhenzi opened his eyes, saw Zhou Ning, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "Young Master Zhou, you've come."
Zhou Ning squatted down, took out a healing pill from his bag, and handed it to Xuanzhenzi.
Xuanzhenzi took the pill, swallowed it, and his complexion gradually improved.
"Master Xuanzhenzi, your injury..."
Xuanzhenzi waved his hand: "It's nothing. I was just scratched by the shadowy figure's gun aura. I'll be fine in a few days."
Zhou Ning asked, "Did you seal the cracks in Cangmang Mountain?"
Xuanzhenzi nodded: "I originally wanted to kill that beast to avenge my three disciples, but unfortunately, my skills are inferior. I was only slightly better than him, and he escaped right under my nose."
His eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion.
Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder.
"Master Xuanzhenzi, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. Sooner or later, they will pay the price."
Xuanzhenzi nodded and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Young Master Zhou, the defense of the northern lands depends on you."
Zhou Ning solemnly replied, "This disciple will certainly live up to your expectations."
He helped Xuanzhenzi down the mountain.
By the time they returned to the outpost, it was already dark.
Zhou Ning stayed overnight in the Cangmang Mountains, and the next morning he bid farewell to Yu Zhenzi and Xuan Zhenzi and returned to Qingfeng City.
As he walked along the road, a firm belief welled up in his heart.
The defense line in the north has been initially established.
The three outposts—Qingfeng City, Luoxia Town, and Cangmang Mountain—are mutually supportive and form a strategic defensive network.
The guards of the Demon Suppression Division and the disciples of the righteous sects are all working towards the same goal.
Hold the northern lands and protect the people.
And he was their pillar of strength.
"Extraterrestrial demon, no matter when you come, I will not let you succeed."
Zhou Ning gripped the Qingfeng Sword tightly, quickened his pace, and headed towards Qingfeng City.
After the initial defense line in the north was established, Zhou Ning did not return to Lanruo Temple, but stayed in Qingfeng City.
Qingfeng City is the core of the northern defense line and the city closest to the void rift.
This place has the largest population, the largest garrison, and the most stringent defenses.
Zhou Ning used the Demon Suppression Division's headquarters as a temporary command post, and every day he and Han Wei patrolled the city walls, inspected the sentry posts, and trained the guards.
His nascent soul power had recovered to its peak state, and the nascent soul in his dantian emitted a dazzling purple-gold light, even more solid than before he was injured.
Not only has his mid-Nascent Soul stage been stabilized, but the bottleneck in his late-Nascent Soul stage is also showing signs of loosening.
On this day, the sky was overcast and dark clouds hung low.
Zhou Ning stood on the city wall, gazing at the rolling black fog to the north, his brows furrowed.
Han Wei stood beside him, holding a water bag in his hand, and handed it to him.
"Young Master Zhou, have some water."
Zhou Ning took the water pouch, took a sip, and then handed it back.
His gaze never left the north, as if he could pierce through the mist and see the storm brewing deep within the void rift.
"Lord Han, when do you think the next attack from the extraterrestrial demons will be?" Zhou Ning asked.
Han Wei thought for a moment and said:
"It's hard to say. It could be a few days, or it could be a few months. But I don't think it will be too long. Ever since the Black Mountain Demon died, those shadowy figures have been making frequent appearances, and they've become even more active recently, with the fog getting thicker and thicker. It feels like they're testing our defenses, looking for weaknesses."
Zhou Ning nodded: "That's what I think too. So we can't let our guard down."
Han Wei sighed, his gaze deepening. "Young Master Zhou, do you think we can win?"
Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, then said:
"I don't know. But I know we have to win. Because behind us are countless people. If we lose, they are finished."
Han Wei clenched his fist, a resolute glint in his eyes: "You're right. We must win; good will never prevail over evil."
The two fell silent, gazing quietly northward.
As night fell, the moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the world was plunged into darkness.
On the city wall, torches flickered in the wind, making crackling sounds.
The guards, weapons in hand, watched vigilantly outside the city.
In the distance, black mist churned endlessly, and a low, guttural roar could be faintly heard.
Zhou Ning sat cross-legged on a blue stone on the city wall, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.
His divine sense had already spread out, covering an area of tens of thousands of feet in radius, vigilantly sensing everything around him.
Within his dantian, the nascent soul slowly rotated, radiating a warm, purplish-gold light.
Just then, a deep voice sounded in his mind.
"Zhou Ning..."
The voice was hoarse and deep, like a broken bellows, or a mournful wail coming from the depths of hell.
Zhou Ning suddenly opened his eyes and gripped the Qingfeng sword tightly.
"Who?"
"It's me. Do you remember me?"
Zhou Ning felt a chill run down his spine.
It was the voice of the Heavenly Demon.
He had heard it before in the void rift; that irresistible majesty, that bone-chilling cold, he would never forget.
"What do you want to do?" Zhou Ning asked coldly.
The Heavenly Demon laughed, his laughter filled with mockery and contempt.
"I want to see how prepared you are. Your defenses, your guards, your sword... do you think these things can stop me?"
Zhou Ning said, "Whether it can be blocked or not, we'll only know after we try."
The Heavenly Demon's laughter grew even louder.
"Try? You think you still have a chance to try? Let me tell you, your defenses are as thin as paper in my eyes. I can tear them down whenever I want."
Zhou Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Then why haven't you come yet? What are you waiting for?"
The Heavenly Demon's laughter abruptly stopped.