Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 182 Escape (Part 1)

"This is bad! We must retreat to the Scripture Pavilion immediately!"

"No, go to the Ancestor's cave."

"It's all over, it's all over."

……

At this moment, on the mountaintop.

It was a complete mess.

As the formation broke and the white bird descended, everyone was shaken to their core, their faces filled with despair.

Some people began to scatter and flee, while others stood frozen in disbelief. As for the majority, they followed Xia Hongyi, the head of the General Affairs Department, in a hasty retreat to the Ancestor's Cave. Chen Li's illusory body also moved with the main force.

Chen Li wanted to keep a low profile, but unfortunately, it was no longer possible.

A group of people were gathered around him.

To this day, no one has realized that this was just an illusion created by Chen Li.

As for why he didn't use magic or control any artifacts, but simply flew by instinct, he could easily keep up with everyone. In such a chaotic situation, no one paid any attention.

"Help me... Ah!" A shrill scream came from behind.

Chen Li looked back.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator was casually pecked by a White Bird, as easily and leisurely as if it had caught a worm. With a flick of its neck, the bird swallowed the entire body into its belly.

This is a behemoth, with a wingspan of nearly 25 or 26 meters.

Its sharp, green beak alone is two to three meters long.

For a third-tier demon beast, this size is not considered large; in fact, it is rather small. If we disregard its wingspan, many second-tier demon beasts could easily overwhelm it.

However, combined with the mysterious glow around him and the terrifying pressure of the Golden Core suppressing him like a mountain, he seemed as imposing as an ant facing the top of the food chain, unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Then it set its sights on another one, spread its wings, and its massive body flew at high speed in the low sky.

The cultivator was fleeing in panic, completely unaware of the impending death. By the time he noticed the fierce wind behind him, it was too late. Apart from a desperate scream, he didn't even have a chance to struggle before being swallowed whole.

It hovered gracefully in the low sky, like a white grim reaper surveying its territory, efficiently hunting Foundation Establishment cultivators, occasionally letting out a joyful cry.

Even when faced with sporadic attacks, they were blocked by the radiance of its wings, leaving it completely unharmed, without even losing a single feather.

Chen Li felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Don't fly, land and run!" Xia Hongyi shouted, his face filled with grief.

Before they could even finish speaking, the white bird had already set its sights on most of the crowd.

With a slight flap of its wings, its massive body hurtled forward at high speed.

"No, run away!"

Everyone was terrified, their faces turned ashen, and they scattered in all directions, not caring about landing at that moment, wishing their parents could give them more wings.

The first to suffer misfortune was Zhao Qiankun, who had only recently established his foundation.

His cultivation level was low, and his reaction was a beat too slow. By the time he came to his senses, the white bird was already right in front of him. Overwhelmed by the pressure of the Golden Core, he was so weak in the knees that he fell headfirst into the air and was caught in the mouth of the white bird and swallowed.

Next up is Bai Yuqing.

She attempted to summon the golden bell artifact in a final struggle.

Unfortunately, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; the magical artifact was knocked away by the enormous body of the white bird and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, Bai Yuqing vanished without a trace.

Things happened too fast. From the moment the formation broke until now, only twenty or thirty seconds have passed, and six or seven Foundation Establishment cultivators have already perished. This is a complete massacre. If this continues, there will probably be very few Foundation Establishment cultivators who can escape.

Chen Li's expression turned serious. Before he could even feel sad, he too had been targeted.

It was a terrifying feeling, as if his mind was being gripped tightly, his energy locked, and a mountain of pressure was pressing down on him. His thoughts wavered, and his illusory body showed signs of collapsing. He quickly released his speed and flew towards the ground at high speed.

Although it was just an illusion, losing it wouldn't be a big deal.

But it is still a force, and in times like these, having more force means having more hope of survival.

In mid-air, he formed hand seals and chanted incantations, quickly casting a spell.

With his cultivation at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment and his magical body, he felt light and weightless. Even without using any spells, his instinctive flight was much faster than that of a typical mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator flying on a sword.

"Earth-遁术!"

Before the white bird could even get close, Chen Li had already landed and disappeared into the ground in one swift motion.

The white bird, having missed its target, didn't mind and flew towards another target.

Chen Li went more than a hundred meters underground, and sensing that the danger had passed, he surfaced again.

Just then, Xia Hongyi was seen struggling in his death throes. He summoned a round, shield-shaped defensive magic weapon and used his flying sword to attack, but it was completely useless. Before the lightning-fast flying sword could even hurt the white bird, it was casually pecked by the bird's beak and broken in two, completely losing its power.

Then, the escape was broken, and the person died! He was swallowed whole.

Chen Li stared blankly for a moment.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator died just like that.

Complete crushing.

It wasn't even much better than its performance in the early stages of Foundation Establishment; it couldn't even put up a struggle.

Chen Li looked around blankly. The Foundation Establishment cultivators who were still flying in the sky were almost all gone. He didn't know how many had escaped or how many had died.

"boom!"

Just as he was preparing to find a secluded corner to continue watching the white bird, searching for a glimmer of hope for his true form.

Suddenly, something flew by like a meteor and struck the white bird that was circling in mid-air. With a blinding flash of light, the white bird let out a miserable cry, its huge body tumbling in the air, and countless feathers falling down.

"Beast, seeking death!"

The ancestor, who had been in seclusion, was finally disturbed.

Chen Li was initially delighted upon hearing this, but was startled again when he saw the ancestor's figure clearly.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color.

Even more seriously, his face looked as if he had aged ten or twenty years, showing signs of aging, and was completely different from his previous middle-aged appearance.

This damages the very foundation!
The white bird tumbled a few times in mid-air before stopping and hovering there, its eyes gleaming with ferocity. Apart from losing some feathers, it appeared unharmed.

"Not good! I'm afraid our ancestor is no match for this bird demon." Chen Lixin sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Wow!"

The white bird was clearly enraged. It let out a fierce cry, accompanied by a vast and obscure surge of magical power. A strong wind swept across the entire mountain, causing the trees to sway. The next moment, it flapped its wings and swooped down towards the ancestor.

"Now is the time! If we don't run now, when will we?" He Zhao shouted, his hair and beard standing on end, his robes fluttering even without wind.

Knowing he could not escape his fate, he prepared for one last gamble, recalling the high spirits he had when he first moved here, and now his desperate situation.

He hates!

I hate the injustice of heaven, I hate the incompetence of my subordinates, and I hate my own greed for bringing me to this predicament!
His skin was cracked as if it were a tortoise shell, from which wisps of dazzling spiritual light burst forth...

"Ancestor!"

"No, Ancestor!"

In the distance, people could be heard crying out in grief.

Seeing the tragic scene before him, Chen Li felt a mix of emotions.

……

Not long after, a spirit wood shuttle flew out of the mountainside and headed into the distance.

No one spoke inside the shuttle; the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

'Faster, faster!'

The slow pace made Chen Li anxious.

Unfortunately, there was no use in being anxious; he could only try his best to calm himself down.

He looked down at the ground!
There was chaos there.

Everywhere were refugees, flying monks, running mortals, some with their families in tow, their cries and shouts mingling together.

I wonder how many will be able to escape?

As for Luanluo City and the scattered cultivators at the foot of the mountain, it was already deserted. No one knew where Gu Mengqing's family was now, but they should still be alive.

His mind was in turmoil.

He kept glancing behind him.

The place was a chaotic mess, with sand and stones flying everywhere.

The fluctuations in magical power are becoming increasingly intense...

After flying for only ten or twenty seconds, a blinding white light suddenly appeared behind them.

"boom!"

The shuttle was blown about by the strong shockwave, swaying and rocking, but it managed to hold on. As soon as the shuttle stabilized, Chen Li quickly turned around to look.

Before the blinding light in the distance had completely dissipated, Chen Li could already hear white birds crying out in the sky as if startled.

But at the last moment, he escaped the self-destruction of the Golden Core by relying on his speed.

P.S.: Sorry I'm late!