Chapter 390

Chapter 390: The Art of Deathly Suffering

As the old man stopped, the more than one hundred people behind him all naturally stopped too.

A big strong man hurried to the old man’s side and asked in a puzzled voice, "Uncle Jiang, what’s wrong?"

After a moment of silence, the old man slowly said, "I can feel Little Yun’s presence…"

The big man’s expression immediately changed.

Even though the old man’s voice was not loud, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl nearby suddenly shuddered heavily.

So much so that the Tricolor Bird the size of a palm on her shoulder tilted its head curiously to look at her.

The girl then quickly ran to the old man’s side, looked up, and her delicate face was full of eagerness and anxiety as she asked, "Grandpa, is it Brother Yun? What’s wrong with Brother Yun?"

Looking down at the girl, the old man’s aged face showed a touch of compassion, as he gently nodded and said, "It’s your Brother Yun, don’t worry, he’s not only fine but has become stronger!"

"He’s become so strong that even the seal I placed is struggling to contain his powers!"

"Great!"

When the little girl heard this, her face immediately lit up with joy. But soon, she became sad and said, "Grandpa, when can we leave this strange place? I miss Brother Yun and I miss home!"

The old man lifted his head again, looked around, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "It won’t be long before we can leave here!"

This group of people is naturally Jiang Yun’s closest family, the people of Jiang village!

No one knew that when they were leaving the Mountain-Sea World to return to their own world, they unexpectedly encountered an attack from a mysterious group of people.

Although Jiang Wanli used his strong skills to protect everyone, this accident caused them to deviate from their original route and unfortunately fall into this strange world.

Even with Jiang Wanli’s knowledge, he didn’t know what kind of place this was.

This place was like a prison, with no sky, no ground, nothing at all, just emptiness all around.

They had been walking here non-stop for nearly four years but still couldn’t find a way out.

But today, Jiang Wanli unexpectedly sensed Jiang Yun’s presence, which made him feel excited!

However, he did not tell Jiang Yuerou the truth!

Even though he felt Jiang Yun’s presence, which did become incredibly strong, he also sensed another presence.

This presence did not belong to Jiang Yun, and its strength was so great that even he would hesitate to confront it.

"Perhaps it’s time to remind Little Yun!"

。。。

At that moment, Tang Yi and Lu Yourong were frozen like statues, staring ahead, unable to move.

Just now, the colorful light that shot out from Jiang Yun’s back gradually spread and touched the numerous evil spirits surrounding the three of them.

These evil spirits, whether from the Earth Protection Realm or the Tao Spiritual Realm, all turned as still as snow, while the colorful light was like scorching sunlight.

Under the shining colorful light, the shadow spirits had no resistance at all and started to melt!

In just a short moment, thousands of shadow spirits had all disappeared, not even leaving behind mist, only numerous Soul Stones shimmering with a faint light…

This was unbelievable for the two of them, Jiang Yun, on the brink of death, managed to instantly kill so many shadow spirits with the colorful light glowing on his back.

When they finally came to their senses and looked back at Jiang Yun, they couldn’t believe that fear had crept into their eyes.

Yes, they feared Jiang Yun!

Jiang Yun’s power far exceeded their imagination, even Lu Yourong’s clairvoyance couldn’t see any secrets on Jiang Yun.

To them, Jiang Yun seemed like he was not from the same world as them, an incredibly powerful being that they could never reach.

After a long time, Tang Yi’s voice with a hint of uncertainty floated out, "Was that a dream just now?"

"No!"

Compared to Tang Yi, Lu Yourong seemed calmer. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly whispered, "Did you see anything in that colorful light just now?"

Tang Yi was slightly surprised and asked, "What did you see?"

Lu Yourong cautiously said, "I think I saw a word in the colorful light."

Confused, Tang Yi asked, "A word? What word?"

"Cloud!"

Tang Yi was shocked and asked, "Jiang Yun’s cloud?"

Lu Yourong nodded but then shook his head, "The colorful light contained a terrifying power. I glanced at it with my Dao Eye when it first appeared, but I dared not look further because staring at it would have blinded my Dao Eye for sure."

"Therefore, I’m not certain. I can only vaguely sense that it looks like the word ‘cloud’!"

After listening, Tang Yi remained silent for a while before saying, "Regardless of any secrets Martial Brother Jiang may have, I only know that he has saved our lives!"

Lu Yourong didn’t speak, but he nodded vigorously.

The two of them looked around at the countless Soul Stones on the ground again, their faces showing a hint of bitter smile involuntarily.

In the dark world, Jiang Yun finally closed his mouth and stopped howling.

As the brilliant light shone on all the originally densely covered huge cracks, they all disappeared along with the nine-colored light, leaving no trace behind.

The whole world returned to silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

Although Jiang Yun’s eyes were still tightly closed and his breath was weak, the Human Tao technique quietly emerged in his mind.

A realization of death lingered in his mind.

One of the eight sufferings in the world, the suffering of death!

Even Jiang Yun himself didn’t expect that his action of merely trying to attract a large number of Yin spirits would unexpectedly lead to him gaining insight into The Art of Deathly Suffering in the Taoist spell of eight sufferings.

It was because of the suffering of death that he managed to survive when he was on the verge of disappearing into thin air!

With the enlightenment of the Taoist spell of the Eight Miseries, Jiang Yun’s life fire, which had only a few sparks left, was reignited, starting to burn again little by little.

From sparks, it turned into flames, from flames, it turned into fire.

Naturally, this also helped Jiang Yun’s breathing gradually become steady, allowing his vanished vitality to return.

Jiang Yun’s eyelids began to tremble slightly, indicating that he was about to awaken and escape from this dark world.

But then, a sudden elderly voice sounded in his ear.

"Little Yun, be careful, you ah-"

However, before the voice could finish speaking, it was interrupted by an unknown force!

Even far away in the unknown, Jiang Wanli suddenly felt like he had been struck by lightning, his entire body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Jiang!"

The burly man, who was the village chief Jiang Mu of Jiang Village, was slightly surprised. He immediately rushed to Jiang Wanli’s side and anxiously asked, "Uncle Jiang, what’s wrong?"

However, Jiang Wanli seemed not to hear Jiang Mu’s voice at all, his gaze fixed on the distance. After a while, he squeezed out two words from his tightly clenched teeth, "Taoist Lord!"