Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 74 The Heart inside the Bronze Palace

They were very tall; each ancient warrior stood about three meters, clad in ancient armor, rusted and with its colors long faded. At a glance, they exuded a sense of the passage of time.

Upon closer examination, they exhibited no signs of life, yet a bizarre aura lingered on their surfaces, putting everyone on alert.

Chen Pingping thought of the predecessor he had seen the night before, who had been ordered to campaign in the Wasteland. Could it be that this group of warriors was the same?

He suddenly became solemn. He always felt as though he was opening a door that had never appeared before, with many secrets hidden behind it, tantalizingly within reach. But he didn’t want to open it. Stories of the past had nothing to do with him; he did not wish to get involved.

"Shall we leave this place?" Jin Qiongyu asked, feeling uneasy.

"No," Chen Pingping shook his head. "These ancient warriors have perished; there’s no need to fear them."

Jin Qiongyu said nothing, pursing her lips. Was this because of the ancient warriors? Such a shocking secret was hidden below the lakeshore! She had to leave this place alive and report everything she witnessed to the Fire Tribe. She always felt that the scenes she had perceived beforehand were closely related to... everything here. Bones were scattered everywhere; living creatures were devastated. The Fire Tribe had become a dreadful battlefield. The more she thought about it, the more terrified and uneasy she became...

However, the seal behind her had closed. Without Earth Chicken’s help, she could not escape. Reluctantly, she decided to follow.

Chen Pingping walked over, carefully studying the text and patterns in the alcoves.

They were very ancient. He couldn’t understand the text, but he could make out some of the patterns: some people, some races, were holding some kind of mysterious ceremony when suddenly a great bird swooped down from the sky, spewing infernal flames and incinerating that race.

After that, a host of formidable enemies attacked, mercilessly massacring this race.

Following that was the appearance of an individual who gathered the remaining members of the race to resist...

The patterns that followed were increasingly blurred and too indistinct to make out. But he surmised that the outcome for this race was not good; otherwise, these soldiers would not have ended up here.

Chen Pingping pondered this.

They were all very large, their three-meter stature towering over the Human Clan. He couldn’t think of another race that shared the Human Clan’s appearance yet possessed such colossal bodies. They must not be from the Heaven Martial continent.

The construction of the armor they wore was also particularly peculiar. It didn’t look crafted but as if... it was natural—no, condensed into form. It was somewhat similar to an innate ability. The only pity was that he could not see their faces.

After staring for a long time, Chen Pingping began to have an illusion that they were still alive, as if life suddenly pulsed through them. He immediately frowned and scrutinized them.

Jin Qiongyu also walked over from behind.

However, as she approached one of the alcoves, an ancient warrior within it suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of cold light cut out. "KILL! KILL! KILL!"

AAH! A scream echoed as she was severely wounded and thrown heavily outwards.

Chen Pingping was about to intervene when the ancient warrior once again fell still, succumbing to a deathly silence. He looked at Jin Qiongyu, who was not far away, then back at the ancient warrior before him, thoughtful.

They were still alive! Though devoid of life force, their will remained, reawakening upon sensing the approach of a powerful foe. So, the formidable enemy was the Wilderness Tribe? These ancient warriors must be guarding something.

Chen Pingping gazed deeper inside.

Stabilizing herself, Jin Qiongyu spat out a mouthful of blood and asked, "Why didn’t he attack you?"

Because the Human Clan was not their enemy.

Chen Pingping shrugged and didn’t explain, just said, "Wait here! I’ll go in and take a look first!"

Jin Qiongyu fell silent. Now that she was here, she also wanted to see whether the legendary Bronze Palace really existed, but unfortunately... she couldn’t go in.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Chen Pingping disappeared from sight.

After crossing the ancient warriors’ defensive line, another vast, silent, and grey space appeared, and the Bronze Palace came into view.

Chen Pingping was moved. It really existed!

There was no oppressive force here, only an inexplicable pulsation, as if originating from within the Bronze Palace itself, like a heartbeat.

He stepped in cautiously and saw a terrifying scene.

It was a painting scroll.

The person depicted was none other than his own master, Wen Yuqing.

What was going on? The portrait was so lifelike, it was as though a real Wen Yuqing was present.

Chen Pingping was stunned.

He could confirm that the painting was from many years ago—at least a few thousand, maybe even tens of thousands of years. The material of the painting was not ordinary, and its edges were almost decayed. The middle part of the painting was still well preserved, as was the person depicted on it.

He quickly took out a Talisman Paper, hoping to summon his master, but the paper crumbled to dust, and still, there was no response.

Chen Pingping exhaled and muttered to himself, "It can’t be, right? It can’t be. She couldn’t possibly be Master, could she? It must just be someone who looks similar. How could Master be the one those ancient warriors were guarding?"

It was too preposterous. He couldn’t accept it.

Chen Pingping carefully put away the painting scroll and looked around.

The palace was vast, with many rooms, but they were all empty. Only the furthest room shimmered with a demonic red light.

Inside was a sword—a broken sword.

It was a broadsword—thick, heavy, and with a crimson body, looking extremely eerie.

Beneath the broken sword was a blood-red heart.

Moreover, there were many skeletons in the room, piled upon one another, resembling a miniature hell.

Seeing this, Chen Pingping’s heart thumped violently. He realized there was a huge problem. This was definitely... according to standard novel plots, this sword must be suppressing the heart! What was terrifying was that the heart was still beating; it was still alive. From this, he inferred that the owner of the heart was an incredibly powerful being, far stronger than he had imagined. Indestructible and unkillable; it could only be suppressed. Even this Bronze Palace, it seemed, existed for the sole purpose of suppressing the heart.

Thinking this, Chen Pingping swallowed hard. "No offense," he said, "I was just passing by. Goodbye." He then turned and decisively fled the palace.

But he did not realize that from the moment he picked up the painting scroll, he was officially entwined with all of this.

"So soon?" Eight Treasures Chicken asked in surprise. "Did you see the Bronze Palace?"

"Let’s go!" Chen Pingping urged, his face pale.

"What did you encounter?" Jin Qiongyu couldn’t help but ask.

But Chen Pingping didn’t answer, instead hurriedly pulling her away.

Only after they had left the lakeside did Chen Pingping collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. Recalling the recent experience gave him the feeling of having narrowly escaped death.

He couldn’t afford to take such risks in the future.

At that moment, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Without a word, Chen Pingping pulled Jin Qiongyu and fled in the opposite direction. However, Huo Yan also rushed over from that direction. Chen Pingping instinctively looked back, and their eyes met.

Huo Yan quickly noticed the person Chen Pingping was pulling along. It was Jin Qiongyu?

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