"Él es mi amigo;no lo molesten," gritó Lin Jia."¿Eres Ye Fan?""Sí, soy del Santuario Sagrado Luz y quiero salir, siempre habrá alguien que me proteja," dijo Lin Jia.
"Son asuntos del Reino de las Practicantes, no es algo que puedas entender fácilmente."Por lo tanto, intentaré resumir los principales eventos y describirlos en un inglés más fluido.---The dense fog and mist of the vast forest swirled, filling it with a pungent, nauseating smell.
Thorny bushes crunched underfoot as Ye Fan approached.
In the shadows, among the rocky crevices on the ground, lay bodies in agony—some had been pierced through by fatal wounds, while others had been torn apart;all died with their eyes wide open.The vast forest was silent, devoid of any sound, a dark and eerie silence.
The old madman's prophecy came true.
Looking out from afar, Ye Fan saw the ground covered in bones, and everyone present had perished;blood stained the earth."You've been wrong, at least two of us survived," Ye Fan said with lingering fear.
Recently, he had witnessed the brutal killing of several cultivators by savage beasts;no one could resist them.In that moment, Ye Fan thought he was going to die too.
The powerful sanctuaries like Sacred Light and the Jiang family elders were useless against those terrifying creatures.
However, what he didn't expect was seeing the old madman paralyzed in the middle of the forest, laughing helplessly.
The savage beasts had deliberately avoided his path."Uf, uf, uf," cried the old madman, tears streaming down his wet and confused eyes as he tore at his disheveled white hair."Don't cry so much, we've survived for six thousand years, what else is there to think about?" shouted the old madman in the sky, crying bitterly while slapping his chest.
He then disappeared like a ghost through the forest.Ye Fan followed closely, fearing that the savage beasts would attack again.
The old madman seemed delirious;he finally reached a rocky mountain and stared at the ancient forbidden land for a long time, lost in thought, as if petrified.
For the entire night, he remained there without moving or blinking until the first ray of sunlight illuminated his face, waking him up."The show has ended, we're leaving.
We won't see each other again," whispered the old madman, crying three times before leaving with a silly smile.When he saw that the madman was retreating, Ye Fan was shocked to find that every step he took seemed to shrink in size.
If he hadn't been holding him, he would have disappeared without a trace."Dao Traces," exclaimed Ye Fan when he noticed the strange lines on the old madman's path;they were a combination of mystical lines that conveyed divine aura.He was completely amazed.
The achievements of that old madman were unimaginable.
Every one of his movements left a Dao Trace, as if he had written the very path of divine wisdom.
His level couldn't be calculated."They say that Dao Traces are a visual representation of divine perceptions over the ages," whispered Ye Fan, struck by amazement.
"It's incredible;it even surpasses some ancient powerhouses;no wonder the savage beasts that killed the sanctuary elders fled at his sight."He focused fully on memorizing the lines on the ground.
He clung to him closely, observing each step carefully;all these traces faded quickly.However, they were all identical;every step left an identical mark until they left the bone-filled forest.
Now, Ye Fan had completely memorized those traces.Some cultivators near the mountains observed the deep forest with worry but did not dare to enter;everyone was very cautious and felt a mortal threat in the forest.The day before, they didn't follow forward, staying outside instead of escaping death.
Now, only Ye Fan and the old madman had emerged alive from the forest."Old man, please let me go," said Ye Fan as he ran towards him.The old madman seemed to awaken a little, looking at him incredulously.