Cultivating Through The Game-Chapter 646 - 348: Water of the Moon_3

In the darkness, several figures exchanged a few brief words and then vanished. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Lu Yu arrived at Kugu Ridge, searching for a long time according to the position in his memory, but he did not see the Yinming Cold Pool.

He flew above a dark forest, looking at the ridge ahead. Now he felt a bit frustrated; the dark forest remained unchanged, so why had the Yinming Cold Pool disappeared?

Not only had the Yinming Cold Pool vanished, but even the valley had disappeared.

If it weren't for the fact that Kugu Ridge only had this one dense dark forest, Lu Yu would have thought he had come to the wrong place.

Releasing his perception to cover the surroundings, inch by inch scanning, Lu Yu discovered an indistinct cold aura underground.

However, it was buried too deep, and the cold aura was very faint, possibly the soil left behind after the disappearance of the Yinming Cold Pool.

"How could such a perfectly fine cold pool just disappear?" Lu Yu was somewhat puzzled.

Lu Yu's lingering search for the location of the Yinming Cold Pool at Kugu Ridge gave Yang Jueshang and the others time to catch up with him.

When Yang Jueshang and the others reached Kugu Ridge, they originally thought it would take considerable effort to find Lu Yu in such a large place.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at Kugu Ridge, the four of them saw Lu Yu wandering mid-air, searching for the location of the Yinming Cold Pool.

Yang Jueshang felt a surge of joy, though his face showed no color, he waved and said, "Go, make it quick."

The three behind him immediately summoned their Divine Soldiers, closing in on Lu Yu from three directions to prevent him from escaping.

Yang Jueshang summoned his own Divine Soldiers; black beads flew out from his blood and bone staff, transforming into Core Formation Realm puppets, each varying in strength.

The strongest was equivalent to a Core Formation Realm level seven Martial Cultivator, while the weakest barely managed to become a Core Formation Realm Martial Cultivator.

Because they were puppets, they could only borrow the power of the Divine Soldiers for attacks and could not receive any enhancement from the power of the Divine Soldiers.

At the first moment of their appearance, Lu Yu detected their presence.

He was releasing his perception to find the Yinming Cold Pool's spring, and although Yang Jueshang and his group had a unique concealment method, once they entered Lu Yu's perception range, they became glaringly obvious, like bright light bulbs.

Among them, Yang Jueshang's brightness stood out the most, his strength was the greatest, yet the bright light was tinged with a touch of decay and faded color, appearing somewhat dim.

Just as Yang Jueshang and the others, along with the puppets, surrounded Lu Yu and prepared to act, a figure emerged from within the dark forest. He wore coarse linen clothes, had a burly figure, and carried a massive beheading saber in his hand, the blade stained with dark red marks from too much bloodshed that could not be wiped clean.

The Executor appeared, causing Yang Jueshang to be taken aback. Before seeing the Executor, he had not detected any presence, as if the Executor was dead, devoid of any life aura.

Yang Jueshang squinted, staring at the Executor, realizing that he was not a puppet. Or rather, the burly man wielding the beheading saber was not his true body; he was merely a tool.

The true entity was that seemingly inconspicuous beheading saber. It exuded an incredibly sharp aura, convincing anyone who laid eyes on it of its ability to cut through anything.

Though unsure of the intruder's identity, it was evident he was not weak. Yang Jueshang controlled three Core Formation Realm level three puppets to block the Executor, preventing him from sabotaging his plans.

After dealing with Lu Yu, he would then handle this new, seemingly troublesome adversary.

The Executor walked directly toward Lu Yu, and everything in his path was cut down by the beheading saber.

The three Core Formation Realm puppets had barely reached the Executor when he lifted the beheading saber. At that moment, a puppet almost seemed willing to offer its neck to the blade.

With a crisp cut, without any resistance, a head fell to the ground, followed swiftly by the body.

With two slicing motions, the Executor chopped down the other two puppets as if slicing through vegetables.

Yang Jueshang's figure froze, staring incredulously at the Executor. His puppets weren't so fragile; even if decapitated, they could continue fighting.

But after being slain by the Executor's beheading saber, Yang Jueshang completely lost connection with them, as if that single cut had utterly destroyed his puppets.

"How can it be!" Yang Wu exclaimed in horror upon witnessing this scene.

Lu Yu took note of the Executor, slightly narrowing his eyes, focusing on the beheading saber in his hand. That blade was peculiar.

He also knew Yang Jueshang's puppets were not easily dealt with, so it was evident something was amiss with the saber.