Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

The night was as dark as ink, and a faint blue light enveloped the entire Fengdu Fragment.

Lu Xuan stood in the main house of that mansion, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding walls, finally locking onto the east side closest to the courtyard wall.

Although the wall was also made of ancient black bricks, it was different from the structure with restrictive power of the main gate. The material of the courtyard wall was obviously much more fragile—at least in Lu Xuan's judgment, with his current physical strength, he could easily punch through it.

Using a VPN... that's a really simple and straightforward way to solve a problem.

Lu Xuan's lips curled up slightly, a smile that seemed particularly out of place in this space filled with yin energy, yet inexplicably reassuring.

He turned to look at Zhao Huaizhen, who was silently floating beside him, and said, "Huaizhen, after I climb out, pay attention to the patrol routes of the Yin soldiers around you. Although those paper Yin soldiers are immune to my spiritual power detection, your Yin and Yang energies should be able to sense the flow of their Yin energy."

clear.

Zhao Huaizhen nodded slightly, his two eyes, one black and one white, gleaming with a profound light in the darkness.

Although his figure was ethereal and otherworldly, like a celestial being in a painting, in this dead city full of souls, his presence was like a stabilizing force—the Tai Chi Yin and Yang energies flowing around him suppressed all the Yin energy within a radius of several meters.

The ghosts that had been wandering around the courtyard were now all huddled in a corner, not daring to even breathe.

A bold, lonely ghost tentatively stretched out half of its broken arm. Just as it crossed the boundary of Zhao Huaizhen's aura, it turned into a wisp of green smoke with a whoosh, frightening the surrounding ghosts into retreating half a foot.

Lu Xuan took in the whole scene and felt somewhat relieved.

With Zhao Huaizhen around, at least for the short term, ordinary wandering ghosts will not pose a threat.

What we really need to be wary of are those paper elves and ghost soldiers.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

The heartbeat in my chest was steady and powerful, like a war drum being struck evenly.

With each beat, abundant blood is pumped to every muscle fiber in the limbs and bones.

He could feel the immense power within his body—a power forged in countless life-or-death battles, far beyond the reach of ordinary humans.

gone.

Lu Xuan did not hesitate any longer.

He squatted slightly, and in that instant, all the muscles in his body were filled with power, like a tightly wound spring.

Spine kyphosis.

Lower the center of gravity.

Every muscle fiber was screaming silently.

Then--

Bang-!

The bluestone floor tiles underfoot shattered instantly!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the soles of his feet, sending shards of stone flying.

Lu Xuan was like a cannonball launched from a gun, hurtling straight towards the courtyard wall with a piercing sound!

The wind whistled in my ears.

The courtyard wall is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He did not choose to smash it with brute force—that would have caused too much noise and might have alerted the nearby paper ghost soldiers patrol.

Instead, just as he was about to hit the wall, his right hand suddenly stretched forward, his five fingers digging into the cracks in the brickwork at the top of the wall like eagle claws!

laugh--!

Inserting a fingertip into stone is as easy as inserting it into tofu.

Black brick dust fell softly from between my fingers.

Using this point of leverage, Lu Xuan suddenly flipped his body upwards, unleashing his core strength to its maximum in that instant.

He leaped over the nearly two-meter-high courtyard wall like a nimble snake.

The moment he climbed over the wall, his gaze swept precisely over the scene outside—a narrow alley, deserted, with both ends extending into the deep darkness.

Safety.

He loosened his fingers, made a subtle adjustment in mid-air, and landed lightly on the ground of the narrow alley like a falling leaf.

It landed silently.

Not a single speck of dust was stirred up.

With his knees slightly bent, he perfectly absorbed all the impact.

Zhao Huaizhen followed closely, drifting over the courtyard wall like a wisp of smoke, and landed steadily beside Lu Xuan.

His Taoist robe didn't even sway at all, as if the flipping motion had never happened.

Lu Xuan knelt on one knee, his right fingertips lightly touching the ground of the alley.

Cold. Rough. A thin layer of condensed, frost-like substance covered the surface.

He lowered his body, his back pressed against the shadow of the outer wall of the courtyard, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily like a hawk.

This narrow alley is only about 1.5 meters wide, with black brick walls of varying heights on both sides. Occasionally, collapsed eaves stretch across the top, cutting the pale blue sky into irregular fragments.

Deep inside the alley, something was slowly wriggling.

Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes—

It was a few wisps of translucent, indistinct gray mist.

Wandering ghosts.

However, they were far away, and upon sensing Zhao Huaizhen's presence, they scattered like a school of startled fish.

Forty meters away, to the northwest, a group of ghostly soldiers was turning a corner.

Zhao Huaizhen's cool voice echoed in Lu Xuan's mind.

There was another team about 80 meters to the southeast, moving towards the alleyway where we were.

A brief pause.

The time window is approximately forty seconds.

enough.

Lu Xuan bent low and moved swiftly along the shadows of the narrow alley like a ghost.

His footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible—with each step, the ball of his foot would automatically adjust the angle of force the instant it touched the ground, suppressing the sound of his footsteps to the minimum.

This is an almost instinctive stealth technique.

His speed was unbelievable—to those paper-figure ghost soldiers who didn't actually patrol and only relied on sensing yin energy, Lu Xuan, under the cover of Zhao Huaizhen's yin and yang energies, was practically a transparent mass of air.

As he passed through the first narrow alley, he heard the sickening creaking of paper doll joints coming from the northwest.

Click... Click... Click...

Uniform and synchronized steps.

Mechanical. Cold. Lifeless.

Like a group of puppets manipulated by strings, repeatedly going through a fixed routine.

Lu Xuan dared not linger, lowering his body even further, almost skimming the ground as he traversed the most dangerous open area.

We passed through two narrow alleys.

Climb over a broken wall—the wall had collapsed more than halfway, and the broken bricks and stones were covered with some kind of strange grayish-white, mycelium-like plant that felt cold and slippery to the touch.

Then, they raced along a roof ridge that had collapsed halfway down—

The tiles beneath his feet cracked softly under his weight, but he precisely controlled each crack to a level that wouldn't alert him.

During the journey, he brushed past the patrols of paper ghost soldiers three times.

Most recently, the ghostly army passed by less than five meters below the ruins where he was hiding.

He could even see the faces of the paper figures clearly through the cracks in the wall—pale faces, empty eyes, and an unchanging, eerie smile at the corner of their mouths.

Five paper figures lined up in a single file, their steps so perfectly synchronized it was outrageous.

Their heads occasionally turn mechanically, as if they are looking around.

But there was no glimmer of wisdom in those empty eyes—they were simply executing programs, over and over again.

Lu Xuan held his breath and remained motionless until the group of ghost soldiers had gone far away before silently exhaling a breath of turbid air.

Zhao Huaizhen's Yin and Yang energies played a crucial role at this moment—like a perfect camouflage, they completely enveloped and concealed the life force belonging to a living person on Lu Xuan's body.

In less than three minutes, Lu Xuan completely escaped from the house that had trapped him and stealthily made his way to the outer area of ​​this dead city.

However, when he stepped onto the open area on the edge of town, he suddenly stopped.

The scene before my eyes—

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the dim blue light, a city wall about ten meters high, made of huge black bricks, stood before him like a sleeping dragon coiled on the earth.

The scale and grandeur of the city wall far surpassed the walls of the houses inside the city—its bricks and stones were much larger and thicker, and the surface was polished extremely smooth, with a cold metallic luster as if it had been soaked in molten iron.

More importantly, the architectural style of the city walls—

Han Dynasty...

Lu Xuan murmured to himself, his deep eyes slowly moving across the surface of the city wall, capturing every detail with the precision of a scanner.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the side of a brick.

There were several blurry symbols engraved there—not words, but more like some kind of ancient craftsman's mark. The strokes were bold and concise, carrying a simplicity and solemnity unique to that era.

The style, construction techniques, and wall structure of these bricks and stones are identical to those of Han Dynasty city defenses discovered in Daxia archaeological sites. However, they are more robust and sophisticated than any known Han Dynasty city wall.

He reached out and touched the surface of the city wall.

Icy.

The coldness did not come from yin energy, but from the bricks themselves—as if these bricks were infused with some kind of extraordinary power when they were fired.

His palms were pressed against the wall, feeling the bone-chilling cold seep into his skin from his palms, spreading along his veins to his wrists.

Lu Xuan withdrew his hand without making a sound.

The chill was dispelled by his internal energy the moment he left the wall, but that brief contact had already given him enough information.

The density of this city wall far exceeds that of normal bricks and stones.

It is not an ordinary building material, but a composite product that has undergone special treatment and is somewhere between stone and metal.

What is this city wall used to block?

An ominous thought flashed through Lu Xuan's mind.

No.

It's not about blocking anything.

It's a blockade—who is it?

Or to be more precise—

It's inside the blockade.

He moved quickly along the city wall, trying to find any passable exit or gap.

My right hand remained lightly touching the wall, my fingertips keenly sensing the width of the joints between each brick.

However—every seam was filled so tightly that the filler was even harder than the bricks themselves, as if the entire city wall were a single, giant monolith.

But soon, he discovered two things that made his face darken.

First—he had entered the Fengdu fragments through the burrow he'd stumbled through while fleeing from the queen ant, and then climbed over the wall of the mansion to escape. But that burrow—the path he'd taken—had now completely collapsed!

The cave entrance was completely filled with rubble and soil, as if it had never existed.

Did it collapse on its own?

wrong.

He had only caused a partial collapse to block the paper figure pursuers. But the current collapse far exceeds the damage he caused, as if some force had completely destroyed the passage after he left.

He crouched down and used his fingertips to brush away the loose stones on the surface of the hole.