Chapter 278
Tongming Shangren fell silent, unable to find a rebuttal. He merely cast a glance toward the Jiushan Sect, his eyes filled with a hint of pity—
The Great Freedom Demon Ancestor's willingness to abandon the Great Freedom Heaven was no small matter.
The Jiushan Sect had probably run into some serious misfortune, standing in the way of the Great Freedom Demon Cult's secret realm exit...
...
Zheng Fa sat beside the Sun and Moon Bell, refining the spiritual materials he had obtained earlier while watching Xiao Yuying sense various electromagnetic waves in the herb garden.
From time to time, he had to urge the Sun and Moon Bell to move—
Controlling this thing required an immense amount of spiritual power.
Moreover, with the Fusa Mu, a glutton for spiritual energy, residing in his dantian, it felt as if these spiritual materials were meant for both of them.
They were moving a bit slowly—according to Zheng Fa's estimation, it would take several days to return to the Jiushan Sect.
It wasn't that the Sun and Moon Bell wasn't powerful; rather, it wasn't fundamentally a treasure meant for travel.
Zheng Fa's spiritual power was too weak, likely unable to unleash even one ten-thousandth of the Bell's might.
This resulted in their slow pace.
Seemingly noticing his anxious demeanor, Xiao Yuying smiled and said, "Are you worried about the Jiushan Sect? Concerned that the Great Freedom Demon Cult will breach its gates?"
Zheng Fa nodded.
"It’s the Great Freedom Demon Cult that should be worried about you..."
Xiao Yuying pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking.
"Huh?"
"They're really unfortunate... to encounter someone as fated as you right after their emergence."
"..."
Zheng Fa vaguely understood why Xiao Yuying's perception of his changes was so pronounced.
"Fate?"
"This is an ancient saying," Xiao Yuying explained. "To wield a Dongtian Lingbao (Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure) means one is a person of great fortune."
Zheng Fa suddenly realized that this matter likely traced back to the Era of Divine Path—
Back then, the powerful ones all rose to prominence through Dongtian Lingbao.
"Actually... I previously thought that while you could defeat me in the Tianbei Realm, you wouldn't be able to control a Dongtian Lingbao just yet."
"Huh?"
"My master couldn't control one either..."
Zheng Fa was taken aback.
The implications of this statement were explosive—first, Xiao Yuying's background was indeed impressive; her master was at least a Transformation God, and she had a Dongtian Lingbao?
It just wasn't as fortunate as his own situation.
Relying on the Five-Color Spiritual Light to seize the nest.
Xiao Yuying looked at Zheng Fa, her eyes revealing a mix of confusion and envy.
"Xiao Fairy, just how many Dongtian Lingbao are there?"
Finally encountering someone knowledgeable, Zheng Fa couldn't help but ask.
"How would I know?" Xiao Yuying pouted. "My master once said that not all Dongtian Lingbao are the same—there are distinctions in their quality, seemingly based on how many complete treasure inscriptions and laws they possess."
Zheng Fa was taken aback.
He looked at the spiritual energy circuits on the Sun and Moon Bell; they referred to these things as laws?
It made a bit of sense—these spiritual energy circuits determined the rules of spiritual energy in the Jiushan Realm, indeed a form of law.
"You can wield this Sun and Moon Bell, and you're still only at the Foundation Establishment stage... I’m certain the Great Freedom Demon Cult will regret this."
Xiao Yuying said softly, gazing at Zheng Fa.
...
Tongming Shangren remained silent for a long time, staring at the distant blood-red Milky Way.
Qingyun Dasheng seemed to understand his thoughts: "Are you planning to leave, my friend?"
"Are you going to stop me?"
"You're joking... While I covet the Great Freedom Heaven, I'm not a servant of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor. I just need to do my part," Qingyun Dasheng replied with a smile.
"The Great Freedom Heaven..."
Tongming Shangren sighed. He had initially thought he might be able to rescue one or two people from the Jiushan Sect.
Now he realized that a single Great Freedom Heaven was enough to make Qingyun Dasheng fight desperately.
Because he too would risk everything for such a Dongtian—this was a chance to survive in a time of dwindling spiritual energy!
The Jiushan Sect was likely doomed—Qingyun Dasheng's reluctance to engage in conflict with him was one thing, but fulfilling the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor's orders was another.
"Actually..." Qingyun Dasheng continued, "I heard from Blood River Old Ancestor that the Jiushan Sect's Demon Ancestor doesn't hold much importance. The Thunder Pool blocking the way is merely a minor detail."
"But Zhang Wuyi and a disciple named Zheng Fa... the Demon Ancestor seems to place great importance on them for some reason... He mentioned something about a theory of the Three Sons Talisman..."
Tongming Shangren frowned slightly, not quite understanding.
"The Blood River Old Ancestor came in person to capture Zhang Wuyi..."
After pondering for a long time, Tongming Shangren finally spoke: "I've heard of Zhang Wuyi's talent, but who is this Zheng Fa?"
Qingyun Dasheng shook his head, looking toward the Jiushan Sect.
Beside the Jiushan Sect, the two blood rivers surged with giant waves, and at the crest of the waves, two strange, eerie, and breathtakingly beautiful swords appeared.
A thin, old man emerged from the void, grasping the two swords—it was Blood River Old Ancestor.
He glanced at the Jiushan Sect's protective formation, a hint of mockery curling at the corners of his mouth. With a flick of his hand, the sword in his right hand suddenly vanished.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 259: Killing the Monkey to Warn the Chickens, Ancestor Aids Me!
Inside the Jiushan Sect.
The moment Blood River Old Ancestor appeared, the grand formation within the Jiushan Sect emitted a dazzling white light, clearly beginning to operate at high speed.
Within the mountain, the Sect Leader and Uncle Pang stood side by side.
"Senior Brother!"
"Junior Brother, the Ancestor and I will maintain the formation. I don't know if we can hold him off for a moment... You go... find Master Zhang and protect her. Don't delay, hurry!"
The Sect Leader's breath was a bit hurried as he waved his hand, causing the formation plate to grow larger in the air, resembling a frozen moon hanging high above, its light enveloping the entire Jiushan Sect's valley, blocking the malevolent energy seeping from the blood river.
Blood River Old Ancestor had yet to make a move, but both of them already felt a suffocating sensation—
Uncle Pang's expression darkened, realizing his senior brother's intent:
Transformation Gods are not to be trifled with by Nascent Souls!
He nodded.
Turning, he headed toward the Ninth Peak.
Just as he turned, a piercing pain surged from behind, causing Uncle Pang to turn in terror to look at Blood River Old Ancestor.
The old ancestor, who had been holding two swords, now had the sword in his right hand vanish!
"Senior Brother!"
Uncle Pang cried out, his voice filled with despair.
Having never witnessed a Transformation God in action, they had tried to overestimate the power of a Transformation God.
But that life-and-death crisis just now made him realize—
In front of a Transformation God, they Nascent Souls were likely no match!
"What are you howling about!"
The Sect Leader's voice came.
Uncle Pang turned to look again, seeing cold sweat pouring down the Sect Leader's face, clearly shaken.
"You... what about that flying sword?" Uncle Pang stammered, confusion etched on his face.
"How would I know? It seems to have flown away... went off course?"
The Sect Leader muttered.
...
"Blood River Old Ancestor! Have you lost your mind!"
On a mountain peak a thousand miles away, seeing a blood-red flying sword heading toward him, Tongming Shangren couldn't help but shout.
His body shimmered with dark light, and a treasure mirror flew out, shooting a beam of ice-blue light toward the flying sword.
The dark light clashed with the malevolent energy on the sword, producing a series of explosive sounds. Even the Sect Leader and Uncle Pang within the Jiushan Sect could see the fierce collision, dissolution, and annihilation of spiritual energy in the heavens and earth.
What was most astonishing was that, despite being merely a clash of two treasures,
A kind of heaviness subtly emerged in the surrounding void for a thousand miles.
Having barely stabilized the sword, Tongming Shangren's body felt somewhat ethereal, as if he might dissipate at any moment.
His face flushed with anger: "Blood River Old Ancestor! Are you trying to fight me to the death?"
Clearly, blocking this sword was taking a toll on him.
The main reason was—he hadn't expected the first sword to come straight at him.
Just moments ago, he had been pitying the Jiushan Sect...
"Fight to the death?" Blood River Old Ancestor laughed, his voice hoarse yet laced with amusement, "I've come in my true form; when it comes to fighting to the death, do you dare?"
Tongming Shangren fell silent for a moment.
He found himself unable to refute.
Beside him, Qingyun Dasheng's eyelids twitched.
"You two are afraid of the entanglement of cause and effect in the Xuanwei Realm, unwilling to enter in your true forms," Blood River Old Ancestor's voice remained confident, "But I've come, so why fear anything?"
With that, the flying sword turned in the air and lunged toward Tongming Shangren again.
Tongming Shangren grew increasingly frustrated, the treasure mirror shooting out beams of light, entangling with the sword.
But Tongming Shangren's form became more and more transparent, as if he were struggling to hold on.
"What do you intend to do!"
He wanted to flee, but the flying sword was also swift, leaving him feeling trapped.
Moreover, Qingyun Dasheng beside him seemed to be stirring—this person might not fight him to the death, but he was all too willing to take advantage of the situation.
"If I kill you, the people of the Jiushan Sect will know how to choose..."
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