ninety thousand miles

Chapter 707 Tiangang
The fat cultivator transmitted his voice to Wen Guying and asked, "Can the path of cultivation really be repaired?"

“We were ‘allowed’ to come here, and were ‘allowed’ to manipulate the Heavenly Wheel to resist the Tai Su Domain and other threats, so the path must have been ‘allowed’ to be repaired,” Wen Guying replied.

A moment ago, as Li Chuan entered a state of profound mystery, the Golden Flame Sea underwent another change: the receding seawater, guided by golden threads, condensed into this device composed of six ritual rails—the Heavenly Wheel.

Through the Heavenly Wheel, they were able to control all the mechanisms of Yingfeng Terrace, as well as the sliced ​​space layered around them.

The fat cultivator said, "There's not much we can do right now. The restrictions outside the Eye of the Tide have been reconstructed, and the cloud energy can't penetrate it for the time being. But the area outside the Eye of the Tide is completely eroded by the cloud energy, so going there is useless. Outside the secret realm, we can only see it, but we can't go through the space... It seems that our access to that part has been restricted."

“Then we will wait for Brother Li to repair the path.” Wen Guying gazed at a fragment of space in front of him, where the scene outside the secret realm was revealed: the sky was dim and the clouds were stagnant.

At this moment, Jiang Song turned around and said, "Found it, I'll go take care of it."

He was referring to the other three Qingzong cultivators who entered the Yingfeng Secret Realm.

In the spatial scene behind him, three Qingzong cultivators sat around a pitch-black incense burner. They were motionless, their heads drooping, their eyes wide open, seemingly lifeless. From the incense burner, wisps of green smoke drifted slowly, mingling with the clouds, and finally settling within the path of light.

"Are they still alive?" the fat monk asked.

"He's half-dead, he's been attacked by the backlash," Jiang Song said, his eyes lowered.

The fat monk said, "The smoke has already seeped into the light path. It's too late. Just stay here and rest..."

“I’m going.” Jiang Song said, reaching out into the fragmented space. The scene rippled, and some points of light enveloped his body.

A few breaths later, the image stabilized again, and Jiang Song entered the image from outside the frame.

“Once he goes out, he won’t be able to come back.” The fat cultivator said regretfully, “With his cultivation level, even if he is not tempted by the path of cultivation for a while, he will still find it difficult to resist the erosion of the cloud energy.”

Jiang Song walked towards the incense burner. Just as he was about to get close, one of the Qingzong cultivators, who looked like a corpse, suddenly flew straight out and pounced on him. He swung his sword to block it and quickly retreated. Then he saw the Qingzong cultivator's rotting body fall piece by piece, his internal organs spilling out, but they were still pulling at each other as they chased after him.

Jiang Song threw away his sword.

The sword was already corroded. He took out a dagger and made several deep cuts on his arm. Blood splattered on the ground and quickly flowed towards the incense burner, revealing patterns formed by accumulated incense ash on the ground.

Then, he took out a faceless wooden puppet.

Jiang Song retreated again.

The puppet was caught by the rotting flesh. The flesh wriggled and disappeared, and in just a few breaths, the faceless puppet absorbed all of it. After spinning around once, the puppet walked towards the incense burner in the direction of the flowing blood, breaking the pattern formed by the accumulated incense ash.

A wisp of smoke rose up.

"The secret techniques of the Azure Sect are indeed bizarre." The fat cultivator shook his head as he said, "Perhaps... he can survive."

“He was saving Qingzong,” Wen Guying said.

In a flash, the puppet devoured the bodies of the other two Qingzong cultivators. It turned around and walked towards the incense burner. Suddenly, it stopped, drooped its head, and turned around. On its featureless face, it seemed to have gained a pair of eyes, staring blankly in the direction where Jiang Song was standing.

His movements were exactly the same as those of the three previous Qingzong cultivators.

Jiang Song was no longer there.

He appeared on the other side, clutching his chest, seemingly in great pain. Then, he took out a soul-summoning banner and waved it forcefully. Instantly, countless vengeful spirits flew out from it, howling towards the incense burner. The bodies of the Qingzong cultivators, the puppets, and the incense burner all rapidly decayed under the devouring of the spirits, eventually turning into a pool of thick liquid. After doing all this, Jiang Song glanced back, seemingly looking at Wen Guying in the sea of ​​golden flames. Then he withdrew his gaze, took a few steps back, and collapsed to the ground.

He also took out a black incense burner, sprinkled a lot of medicinal powder into it, inserted three incense sticks, and lit them.

The smoke drifted away, slowly seeping into the clouds and the path.

"What is he doing?" the fat monk asked, frowning.

"To detoxify," Wen Gu replied.

The fat monk shook his head, then nodded.

“The sky has changed,” the red-haired monk said.

Everyone looked toward the fragmented space that presented the scene outside the secret realm.

The yellowish sky seemed to fold up, the folded parts becoming smooth and transparent, with extremely fine dust falling from them.

The formation activated again, and a massive barrier opened in mid-air. But the dust completely ignored the barrier and continued to fall, landing at the ferry, in the clouds, in the sea, and even in the spiritual veins on the seabed...

Eleven ferry crossings, like stars cast upon the sky, stretch endlessly from near to far. Five of them are solid, while six are illusory.

The clouds between the sea and the sky began to condense.

“I’ll give it a try,” said the Pavilion Master Feng.

"Stop!" The old palace master shouted, stopping him. At the same time, he flew back into the formation and, as he passed Yao Shuang and the others, brought them back into the formation with him.

Upon returning to the formation, the old palace master ordered, "Change formation, Ten Thousand Ravines Sealing Gate Formation."

As the formation changed, barriers suddenly appeared outside the great formation. At the same time, the power that had separated the spiritual veins and the divine bird disappeared.

The Pavilion Master sighed dejectedly and said, "All our previous efforts have been in vain."

The old palace master said, "That is the power of an immortal. Whether it is the old immortal or the immortals who follow him, it makes no difference; they are all beyond our reach."

"What else can we do?" asked the Pavilion Master of Feng Pavilion.

The old palace master said, "Wait, and do your best to conserve your strength."

"Is there any point in it?" Sect Leader Chu asked.

"Yes," the old palace master said firmly. "In Weng Xian's original plan, he would not descend to the mortal realm, and the Tai Su Domain would not so openly project its power into the mortal realm. But at this moment, he has broken the barrier separating immortals and mortals and transmitted his power to the mortal realm. This shows that he has no other choice. We have already succeeded in forcing him to this point."

"His willingness to break through the barriers between the mortal and immortal realms to complete his plan demonstrates his determination. We may be facing the power of a true immortal. His previous hesitation indicates that he will inevitably pay a price for this, or perhaps, if we buy enough time, we will see a turning point."

"Will other immortals intervene?" Sect Leader Chu asked.

“That’s right,” the old palace master said.

(End of this chapter)