Novel11 Chapter 2383 Heading to the Bloody Cave
Chapter 2383 Heading to the Bloody Cave
Afterwards, Matthew calmly put everyone back into the Qinglong Bracelet one by one.
The Green Dragon Bracelet emitted a soft light under his control, and everyone seemed to be wrapped in a gentle force and slowly disappeared into the bracelet.
After doing all this, Matthew turned around and left the Golden City without stopping at all.
Matthew knew very well that such a large group of people entering the Bloody Cave would inevitably cause quite a stir.
The power of the blood clan is complex and intertwined. They have many spies and are extremely sensitive to places like the Blood Demon Cave.
Once it is discovered that so many people are active in the cave, the news will spread quickly, and then I will probably be exposed to the vampires too early.
However, with his current strength and the resources he possesses, he is still far from being able to confront the vampires head-on.
So, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he had to keep a low profile.
About seven or eight days after Matthew left, Huang Jinjia also brought Li Ergou back to Golden City.
Along the way, the image of the Lingyuan Pearl always appeared unconsciously in Huang Jinjia's mind.
Although the Lingyuan Pearl is nominally Matthew's now, it has been like an old friend of his over the years, and he has been guarding it for hundreds of years.
Over the past few hundred years, the Lingyuan Pearl seemed to have become a part of his life.
Therefore, even though he had completely given up the idea of obtaining the Lingyuan Pearl in his mind, he still couldn't help but want to take another look at it.
When the Golden Armor reached the deepest part of the earth, his steps suddenly stopped.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead, a look full of shock and disbelief.
The cave that was once so familiar now looked so empty. The place where the Spirit Source Pearl was supposed to be placed was now empty.
His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, and he just stood there like a stone statue.
After a long while, Huang Jinjia seemed to come to his senses suddenly and rubbed his eyes hard.
His hands moved back and forth in front of his eyes, and his eyes kept opening and closing with the movement of his hands.
He looked again at the place where the Spirit Source Pearl was originally located, his eyes full of anticipation, as if as long as he looked so carefully, the Spirit Source Pearl would reappear there.
However, no matter how he looked, the place was still completely empty, like a hollowed-out container with only endless emptiness.
"During the time I was away, could it be that Matthew had already found a way to collect the Spirit Source Pearls?"
Huang Jinjia stood there, his lips trembling slightly as he muttered softly.
His voice was full of doubt and puzzlement. In his understanding, collecting the Spirit Source Pearl was an extremely difficult task. Over the past hundreds of years, he had tried countless possibilities but had never succeeded.
And Matthew, the man who suddenly appeared, was just a person who might briefly come into contact with the Spirit Source Pearl in his original plan. He was certain that Matthew would not be able to take it away.
He thought that he had brought Matthew into this matter in order to use Matthew to achieve some of his own goals.
He thought that no matter how Matthew struggled in the process, in the end, the Spirit Source Pearl would still be safe and sound in the Golden City.
Moreover, he was also thinking that if anyone else coveted the Spirit Source Pearl, Matthew would also become a helper in fighting the enemy.
He had made a good plan, and it seemed foolproof, but now it had all been ruthlessly shattered by reality.
Huang Jinjia stood there for a long time, his eyes slowly changing from shock to helplessness, and then from helplessness to a deep sense of loss.
He was like a gambler who had lost all his belongings, watching something that was once within his reach disappear completely.
At this point, he could only accept the fact that the Spirit Source Pearl was taken away by Matthew.
He knew that there was no way to change the result now.
Although he was filled with resentment, what could he do?
In this world full of mystery and unknown, there are always some things that are beyond our control.
He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to expel all his resentment and hatred with this breath, but in the end, he did nothing. He just turned around silently and slowly began to leave this place that was once full of hope but now full of loss.
His back looked somewhat lonely in this narrow underground passage, and his footsteps were heavy, each step seeming to be telling of his inner reluctance and helplessness.
On the other side, Matthew was traveling alone without stopping.
After seven or eight days of flying, he finally arrived near the Blood Evil Cave.
Looking up, the Blood Evil Cave sits quietly on this land, exuding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.
Outside the Blood Evil Cave, there was a blood-colored miasma that was so thick that it was almost tangible. That was the dreaded blood-colored miasma.
The miasma was like a crimson cloud, heavy and depressing, as if dyeing the entire space with the color of death.
At this time, there are still a few days before the Blood Evil Cave opens.
As far as Matthew knew, when the Blood Evil Cave opened, the horrible blood evil miasma would shrink back into the Blood Evil Cave as if it had received a silent command, leaving only a safe passage. Only then would the cultivators outside be able to enter and explore for the opportunities and treasures inside.
When Matthew arrived here, he found that many monks had gathered a hundred miles away from the Blood Evil Cave.
He made a brief investigation and a rough count, and found that there were at least tens of thousands of them.
These cultivators came from various sects, scattered cultivator alliances, and even lone rangers who cultivated alone. Their cultivation levels were also uneven, and among them were fledgling foundation-building cultivators.
These young monks still have some immaturity and naivety on their faces, but their eyes are full of curiosity and desire for the unknown.
Perhaps they heard about the Blood Demon Cave within their sect and came here with the dream of bringing glory to their sect or improving their own cultivation.
They seemed a little out of place in the crowd, but tried hard to fit in into this group full of opportunities and dangers.
There are also old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage who have been practicing for many years.
Each of these old monsters has an extraordinary aura, and exudes a strong aura of oppression.
There was depth and calmness in their eyes, as if they had experienced countless vicissitudes and hardships.
They stand out in the crowd like a crane among chickens. Just by standing there quietly, they exude an aura that makes people around them dare not offend easily.
Perhaps they are looking for rare treasures to break through the bottleneck of their own cultivation.
When Matthew was about to approach the Bloody Cave, he decisively used the art of disguise.
He disguised himself into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in his fifties.
There was nothing special about this new image, just as ordinary as most people in the crowd.
His slightly sparse hair, his very ordinary face, and his slightly weathered eyes make it hard to leave a deep impression on people at first sight.
Not only that, he also skillfully transformed his cultivation into the late Jindan stage.
Under his control, the fluctuations of the surrounding spiritual energy became no different from those of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.
He blended in with the low-level monks and silently observed the situation around him.
He saw those young monks in the foundation-building stage gathered together, chattering about the legend inside the Blood Evil Cave, and were full of anticipation for the upcoming adventure.
Those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage scattered around, each occupying an advantageous position. They seemed careless, but were actually looking around vigilantly.
Matthew also imitated the low-level monks around him. On the surface, he was waiting for the opening of the Blood Cave like everyone else, but in fact he was looking for the traces of the vampires.