Immortals of the End Times

Chapters 181, 208-209: The Golden Core Retreats, I, the Star River, Am a Person Punished by Heaven (Two Chapters Combined, Please Subscribe)

"Pass down the order."

After much deliberation, Master Xiaguang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Let Chai Wei handle it himself. If Xuanxiao Cave Heaven cannot be protected, then just abandon it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sensed the cracks appearing in the dim golden core within his body, and his sorrow deepened.

"Master!"

The middle-aged disciple knelt on both knees, tears welling in his eyes, knowing that his master's time was drawing near.

Master Xiaguang waved his hand, indicating that he was unharmed.

He looked up at the cave ceiling, where the portrait of the first patriarch of Qixia Valley was carved.

"In the end, it still came to this."

Xia Guang Zhenren smiled bitterly.

He knew that after his death, the Seven Clouds Sect would inevitably decline.

Even if a level four spiritual vein degenerates into a level three spiritual vein, it is still very precious and will inevitably attract the covetousness of various forces.

This so-called Ancestor of the Southern Heaven may have come for this reason, deliberately testing Xuanxiao Cave Heaven and testing Xia Guang Zhenren.

If it were half a century ago, someone would have dared to test us like this.

Even if it meant risking some leakage of his Golden Core aura, he was determined to make a move and completely intimidate everyone.

But now.
Flying from Huaihai Yizhou to Tiannan, a place nestled between the three states, I'm afraid his golden core would collapse as soon as he reached the land.

Without the enemy even lifting a finger, he would die a horrible death, his life ending in the Northwest.

"It's fate. It's fate!"

Master Xiaguang sighed deeply, then suddenly had a thought.

This Ancestor of Tiannan appeared out of nowhere, his origins unknown, yet he was able to quickly subdue the two junior cultivators, the Supreme Cave Master and the White Bone Cave Master.

Even if he personally used such methods when his golden core was intact, they would not be any more effective.

"Could this Ancestor Tiannan also be a Golden Core cultivator, or perhaps a cultivator who is just one step away from achieving the Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm?"

In this degenerate age, high-level spiritual veins are scarce.

Among the Nine Provinces, there are many powerful forces that specially cultivate a small number of Nascent Soul cultivators with combat talent until they reach the pinnacle of their cultivation, and then stop there.

These cultivators, equipped with powerful magic weapons and secret techniques, serve as the face of major forces to deter external threats when necessary.

A cultivator at the peak of the Concentration Realm can barely maintain their cultivation level without falling by using only a level three or even level two spiritual vein.

In terms of combat power, he is virtually invincible without needing to reach the Golden Core stage.

However, True Person Xiaguang suspected that this Ancestor Tiannan was more likely a fellow Golden Core cultivator who had fallen from his cultivation level.

Because a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, nurtured by a powerful force, wouldn't dare to cause trouble in that small corner of Tiannan, let alone call himself the Ancestor of Tiannan.

"This person's behavior is strange. If he is indeed a cultivator from this small place in Tiannan, perhaps I can make peace with him."

A resolute glint flashed in the cloudy eyes of the True Man Xia Guang.

"Someone is coming."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, and immediately middle-aged disciples outside the cave knelt down in fear.

"I take back what I just said. Retrieve the long-distance communication talisman. I will personally send a message to Chai Wei, instructing him to convey this to Ancestor Tiannan."

“Tell him that I am willing to give him the third-level spiritual vein of the Seven Clouds Sect, as long as he agrees to three things.”

Upon hearing this, the disciple looked up in shock: "Master! This..."

"Obey the order!"

With a low shout, Master Xiaguang's golden elixir suddenly shone with a radiant glow, startling his disciples who kowtowed repeatedly, risking their lives to offer their advice.

"Master!"

The eldest disciple cried out in despair, "If our Seven Clouds Sect loses a level-three spiritual vein, we might as well send Peak Master Crane, who is at the Condensation Realm, to Tiannan to join forces with Cave Master Chai and fight against the Tiannan Ancestor!"

"shut up!"

Suddenly, True Man Xia Guang sprang to his feet, and the oppressive aura of his Golden Core, radiating a final burst of light, erupted from his body.

"If Patriarch Tiannan is at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, do you want to kill Peak Master He?"

"In this world, it is a blessing for you disciples to survive! As long as you can hold out until the spiritual energy recovers, that will be your opportunity in the future."

At this point, Master Xiaguang suddenly coughed violently.

He gave a bitter smile and muttered to himself.

"If this Ancestor Tiannan is truly a Golden Core cultivator who has fallen from his cultivation level, he should understand that rather than fighting to the death with someone like me who is about to die, it would be better to sit back and reap the benefits."

"As for the other covetous ones, since he has already benefited, it is only right that he deal with them."

Outside the Xuanxiao Cave Heaven, the mountain-protecting array trembled violently.

The array patterns cracked like a spider web under the erosion of the Blood Fiend Needle Sword.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The White Bone Cave Master, Wei Ding, grinned maliciously, and his withered claw magic weapon, carrying a chilling wind, slammed into the array's core, instantly tearing a gap in the already crumbling array.

"Fight in!"

Sixteen shadowy swords flew out from the sleeve of the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang. The sword shadows danced and instantly forced back the Xuanxiao disciples who were trying to reinforce the formation.

Zhao Wuji stood outside the formation with his hands behind his back, eighteen streaks of blood-red light flickering within his sleeves.

Seeing that the formation was about to break, he suddenly pointed his sword and shouted, "Go!"

"Zheng!"

The Blood Fiend Needle Swords, like phoenix feathers unfurling their tails, suddenly transformed into a rain of swords that poured into the gap torn open by the White Bone Cave Master.

Wherever the sword passed, the array bases and flags exploded, and the entire mountain-protecting array let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

"Crack!"

As the main sword pierced the main array plate, the entire array was immediately and forcibly contaminated by the turbid energy of calamity.

The glazed light shield that enveloped the mountain gate collapsed with a crash, like shattered porcelain, revealing the panicked Xuanxiao disciples inside.

"Old Ancestor Tiannan, spare my life!"

More than ten Qi Refining Realm cultivators knelt on the ground.

"Old dog Chai, get out here!"

The Lord of the White Bone Cave cackled, the sound so loud it caused the plaque of the Xuanxiao Palace to fall, revealing Chai Wei inside, his face filled with shock and anger.

In an instant, Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, joined forces with Bai Chengshang, the master of the Supreme Cave, and defeated Chai Wei, the master of the Xuanxiao Cave, who was forced to retreat in defeat.

Zhao Wuji stood outside the mountain gate and watched, but out of caution, he did not enter the Xuanxiao Cave Heaven mountain gate.

Two servants were enough to take down Chaiwei.

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

Chai Wei staggered back to the communication array inside the hall, and the array plate in his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

Suddenly, from within the dazzling light, a majestic, ethereal figure of an old man sitting cross-legged appeared, emanating a dignified yet hoarse voice: "Fellow Daoist Tiannan, I am the True Person of the Seven Clouds Sect. Would you be willing to hear my words?"

"Master Xia Guang!?"

"Golden Core Ancestor!!"

Both the White Bone Cave Master and the Supreme Cave Master were greatly alarmed upon seeing the illusory figure and halted their pursuit.

"The Seven Clouds Sect has actually reacted?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils also contracted sharply, and the blood-fiend needle sword he was about to shoot hovered in mid-air.

He scanned the communication array and the surrounding area with his divine sense, and after confirming that there was no ambush, he stared intently at the illusory figure and said coldly, "True Master Xia Guang, what do you have to say?"

The voice of True Person Xia Guang came through the teleportation array: "Fellow Daoist Tian Nan, this old man can hand over the third-level spiritual vein of the Seven Clouds Sect in three years."

But you need to agree to three conditions of this old man!

"Sect Master, you mustn't!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanxiao Cave Master Chai Wei was filled with grief and indignation, and his heart was filled with fear.

I never expected that the Tiannan Patriarch's power was so great, and that the sect leader's situation was so dire.

"Shut up!"

With a low shout, Master Xia Guang silenced Chai Wei, then said, "First, all disciples of this old Seven Clouds Sect will be relocated to Xuanxiao Grotto-Heaven within three years."
Secondly, fellow Daoist, you must spare Chai Wei's life.
Third, they swore not to harm any of my disciples for a hundred years.

In an instant, the sounds of fighting subsided, and all eyes were focused on the black-robed figure outside the cave.

Zhao Wuji pondered for a while, then gradually relaxed and gained a better understanding of the Golden Core cultivator's state.

He suddenly chuckled: "Master Chai, it seems that True Person Xiaguang understands the art of making choices better than you do."

"hateful!"

Chai Wei trembled violently, but a deep voice from True Person Xia Guang came through the communication array: "If Fellow Daoist Tian Nan agrees, three years from now, this old man will allow you to take over the Seven Clouds Sect's spiritual veins."

"Three years. Just as Xinghe Daoist predicted, this old ghost's time is coming to an end. He probably only has three years left to eke out a living. He doesn't even have the courage to step out of the mountain gate to rush to the rescue now!"

Zhao Wuji squinted at the east, his heart unwavering.

In this degenerate age, big fish eat small fish, and resources are incredibly precious. Moreover, the Xuanxiao Cave Master has always been arrogant and domineering when he gains power, and he is also Master Yan's nemesis.

Suddenly, his mind raced, and his fingers quietly formed a hand seal within his sleeve, causing the shackles binding the Star River Daoist's five senses within Bai Chengshang's body to loosen.

He then boldly transmitted his voice through the communication array, saying, "These three conditions are not difficult, but empty words are not enough. I also want you, True Person Xia Guang, to swear an oath with your Golden Core Dao Heart."

Furthermore, three years is too long. I also need to select some resources from the Xuanxiao Grotto-Heaven to take with me! Consider it interest!

Upon hearing this, both the White Bone Cave Master and the Supreme Cave Master, who had been stunned by the sudden appearance of the Golden Core Seven Clouds True Man, came to their senses and admired their master's courage and strength.

"What? This is simply outrageous!" Chai Wei exclaimed in shock and anger.

At the other end of the teleportation array, True Person Xia Guang was also taken aback, then angrily said, "Fellow Daoist, I have treated you with sincerity, do not—take an inch and want a mile!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and with a thought, Xinghe Daoist, who was sealed and bound within Bai Chengshang's body, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Young man of the Seven Clouds Sect, do you still remember me, Daoist Xinghe?"

"Star River. What?!"

Upon hearing this familiar and majestic voice, Master Xiaguang was struck dumb, as if by lightning. His illusory figure in the communication array fluctuated violently, and he cried out in alarm:
"Senior Xinghe!? How could you...?"

His voice trembled, as if he had instantly returned to three hundred and fifty years ago, to the time when he was a junior Golden Core cultivator kneeling outside the cloud boat.

The "tumor" inside Bai Chengshang's abdomen was moving.

Xinghe Daoist coughed and forced a dignified expression, saying, "I cough, I and Fellow Daoist Tiannan have awakened together and are now cultivating in this degenerate age."

"Young man Xia Guang, now that you recognize me, you should know the abilities of Fellow Daoist Tiannan. Don't make a mistake for yourself!"

"This this."

The primordial spirit of the True Man Xia Guang trembled, and a storm of emotions surged within him.

To be able to cultivate alongside a Nascent Soul senior who once guided him and be regarded as an equal, this Ancestor Tiannan must have been a Nascent Soul stage old monster at least. Just who is he?
Even Senior Xinghe has been recognized as a fellow Daoist.

Master Xiaguang gasped, his illusory figure growing increasingly dim. After a moment of contemplation, he said:
"I, this old man, swear on my Golden Core Dao Heart! I will definitely hand over the third-level spiritual vein of the Seven Clouds Sect in three years!"

"This sect leader!?"

Chai Wei's face turned ashen. He staggered back several steps, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Bai Chengshang and the black-robed figure outside the cave.

What kind of existence is this Old Monster of Tiannan who commands such awe from even the sect leader?

What's going on with that old monster inside Bai Chengshang? Could it be a possession?

"Gudong!"

The White Bone Cave Master's Adam's apple bobbed, and his withered claws unconsciously loosened their grip on the magical artifact, his heart filled with horror:
"What kind of monster did the master put inside that old bastard Bai Chengshang? Even Golden Core cultivators call him 'senior,' could it be a Nascent Soul monster? No wonder... no wonder."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the spiritual wind, quite satisfied with Xinghe Daoren's performance.

He glanced indifferently at Chai Wei, who was now trembling with fear, and said:
“Since Fellow Daoist Xia Guang has made an oath, I will certainly keep my promise.”

He suddenly drew his fingers together and slashed his palm, the blood mist condensing into Dao patterns in the air: "I swear that as long as the Seven Clouds Sect does not offend me, it will not commit any offenses within a hundred years."

Seeing this, Master Xiaguang felt somewhat relieved.

The mind that had been shaken by Xinghe Daoren gradually calmed down.

"The revival of spiritual energy... Could it really be happening?"

He pondered to himself, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Otherwise, why would these old monsters risk appearing in the world one after another?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Even if spiritual energy revives, so what?
With his body now utterly exhausted, he was ultimately no longer fit to enjoy it. "So be it."

Master Xiaguang sighed deeply.

There was nothing he could do; even if he tried to endure it, he simply couldn't outlast these old monsters.

Xinghe Daoist secretly breathed a sigh of relief and communicated with Zhao Wuji through his sealed primordial spirit: "Fellow Daoist Tiannan, is my approach appropriate?"

Zhao Wuji's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as he responded with his divine sense: "Fellow Daoist, you cooperated quite well."

"Once we obtain the Seven Clouds Sect's spiritual vein, I will certainly reward you for your service. For now, I'll have to trouble you a bit."

Before he could finish speaking, Xinghe Daoist felt his five senses falter.

"you!"

He was about to protest when he was sealed away again.

"I've only been in power for a few breaths!"

Xinghe Daoren was filled with resentment, but he could only accept his fate.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning, looking towards the direction of Yizhou in Huaihai.

"Three years."

He was thinking in his mind.

He only needs to wait another three years for a level-three spiritual vein to fall into his hands.

Zhao Wuji had already seen through Xia Guang Zhenren's thoughts perfectly.

Knowing that his time was running out and he was powerless to protect the third-level spiritual vein, the old Taoist priest decided to retreat in order to protect his disciples.

"That's a clever plan."

Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly.

This old Taoist priest clearly wanted him to become the target of everyone's hatred after taking over the spiritual vein, thus attracting the attention of other covetous people.

"pity."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming.

If the Pot Heaven space is expanded to a sufficient scale within three years, the entire spiritual vein can be moved away directly. Why would we stay in the same place and get entangled with others?

Just as he was about to take a step, Zhao Wuji suddenly frowned.

Martial arts intuition suddenly warned that a chilling aura was lurking in the shadows!
"Ok?"

His divine sense swept across a thousand feet in a swift, rippling motion.

In the shadow of a dead tree in the southeast, a barely perceptible fluctuation of malevolent energy was detected.

The hollow interior of the dead tree revealed intricate patterns on its bark that were clearly the incantations of the Turtle Breathing Feign Death Technique!

With a flick of his sword, the Blood Fiend Needle Sword in his sleeve suddenly shot out.

Eighteen streaks of blood-red rainbows tore through the sky.

Before the sword even arrived, the calamity and malevolent energy spread like poisonous miasma, instantly withering and killing all vegetation within a hundred feet.

The main sword, imbued with turbid and malevolent energy, pierced straight into the withered tree like thunder piercing the sun.

The seventeen sub-swords moved like venomous snakes, blocking all escape routes for the Blood Corpse Taoist.

"Boom!" The dead wood exploded.

Amidst the flying sawdust, a figure in a black robe suddenly leaped up.

The Blood Corpse Taoist's withered claws were like hooks, and a talisman instantly condensed into a stinking blood demon, which slammed towards the blade of the main sword!

"clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, and the collision of the two blood-red forces created a dark red ripple in mid-air, causing the ground to crack.

The Blood Corpse Taoist let out a muffled groan, staggering backward. His black robe was torn in several places by the sword energy, revealing his rotting body inside.

His eyes flashed with bloodlust, and he sneered, "Ancestor Tiannan, I didn't expect you to also cultivate Blood Fiend?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slashed with his withered claws, and the ground suddenly cracked open, with dozens of blood-fiend bone spikes bursting out of the soil like venomous snakes!
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, his divine sense sweeping across the area like a tidal wave, instantly locking onto the trajectory of each bone spur.

With a flick of his sword, the seventeen sub-swords suddenly spun around, weaving into a sword net that shredded all the incoming bone spikes!

With a fierce roar, the Blood Corpse Taoist's black robe billowed, and his cloak suddenly flew out, transforming into a blood net that condensed into a ferocious blood shadow, pouncing towards Zhao Wuji in the distance like a demon devouring its prey!

"Little tricks!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

The main sword suddenly spun around, and the turbid evil energy transformed into a murky yellow sword wheel, which collided violently with the blood shadow!
"laugh!!"

The Blood Shadow Net was shredded by the sword wheel, but the remaining blood and evil energy mixed with a sinister divine consciousness, like a bone-deep ulcer, eroded along with the sword's momentum.

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, his divine sense suddenly jolted, like an invisible blade slashing out, completely shattering the blood demon.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly pressed down with his sword finger!
The Blood Fiend Needle Swords instantly formed a circle, and the turbid yellow sword light pressed down like a net, enveloping the Blood Corpse Taoist within it!
"Pfft!"

The protective magic artifact that resembled human skin on the Blood Corpse Daoist's body was instantly cut and shattered, and the Calamity Sword Qi pierced through his chest, with foul-smelling green smoke rising from the rotting flesh.

He was filled with shock and rage. He crushed a bone talisman with his withered claws and shouted, "Yellow Spring Blood Escape!"

"Boom!" His body suddenly exploded, turning into a hundred blood shadows that scattered and fled!

"You think you can just leave so easily?"

Zhao Wuji sneered, intending to teach the other party a lesson and create a deterrent effect.

He pointed his sword and slashed through the air.

The sword formation suddenly contracted, and the turbid yellow sword light crushed down like a millstone, instantly turning half of the blood shadows into minced meat!

The remaining blood shadows let out a shrill scream and began to devour each other, eventually condensing into a blood rainbow that streaked across the sky like lightning and disappeared without a trace in an instant!
"An ancient cultivator, Huang Shang's subordinate? This person's cultivation is quite formidable."

Upon seeing this, Chai Wei turned ashen-faced. He looked at Zhao Wuji, who had effortlessly sheathed his sword, clearly still having plenty of energy left. He was filled with fear: "The Ancestor of Tiannan is truly unfathomable!"

"Hehehe. The Ancestor's divine might!"

The White Bone Cave Master let out a wild laugh and immediately began to flatter him, saying, "He's just a watchdog raised by Huang Chang. This sword of our Ancestor has already damaged his soul, enough to keep this old ghost recuperating for half a year."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the blood-red feathers in his sleeves trembling slightly.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The power of this sword strike was indeed intimidating.

"Mid-stage Concentration Realm"

He thought to himself.

Although he had experience fighting Bai Chengshang before, he was more composed than ever before in this battle.

The calamity-inducing energy contained within the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, combined with his increasingly refined divine sense, made its power far exceed expectations.

With the breakthrough in array formation techniques, the power of the sword array has increased dramatically.

"pity."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The Blood Corpse Taoist also cultivated the Blood Fiend Path, which weakened the power of his sword energy somewhat.

However, the hidden turbid energy within his divine sense should be enough to give that old ghost a hard time.

"Close the net!"

With a flick of his sleeves, Zhao Wuji rose into the air and flew towards the open Xuanxiao Cave.

The third-level spiritual vein can be temporarily set aside.

But he was determined to obtain the resources within the cave.

especially.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The Dragon Essence Yang Marrow that may be nurtured in the dragon veins of Yun Kingdom is a treasure that can unlock the Yang Pearl. How could we miss it?

"Tiannan Patriarch"

A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

This identity is perfectly suited for collecting resources in this degenerate age.

Now that I'm using this identity, I need to match its powerful image and persona, and differentiate myself from it.

Two days later.

Deep within the Azure Netherworld Cave, gray spots from the spiritual veins spread across the rock walls like mortis.

The Blood Corpse Taoist knelt on one knee at the edge of the blood pool.

The rotting body hissed as it was corroded by the turbid energy of the calamity, and foul-smelling pus and blood dripped continuously from beneath the black robe.

"grown ups."

His voice was hoarse, like the friction of rusty iron, "Your subordinate is incompetent. Although Ancestor Tiannan only appears to be at the early stage of the Condensation Realm, he is actually unfathomable."

He raised his withered claws, swirling around the wounds caused by the blood-fiend sword energy. "This fanged sword is extremely insidious, and its sword formation is even more ruthless and sophisticated. It is definitely not something that an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can do."

Ripples spread across the blood array, gradually revealing Huang Chang's pale face, which was immersed in the blood.

"Continue," a hoarse voice came from within the blood mist.

"This fellow has used some kind of evil magic, and it seems that he has already taken the two cave masters, Wushang and Baigu, as his servants."

Black blood seeped from the wound on the Blood Corpse Taoist's abdomen; "even more bizarrely..."

He made a gurgling sound in his throat: "It seems that the Seven Clouds Sect's True Person Xia Guang has voluntarily backed down, but I didn't hear the specific details of the transmission clearly."

But True Immortal Xia Guang seemed quite wary of this Old Ancestor Tiannan.

The blood mist within the blood array suddenly boiled, and the ashen spiritual energy thrashed about like venomous snakes.

"The most terrifying thing is..."

The Blood Corpse Daoist suddenly convulsed violently, and wisps of foul air emerged from his rotting flesh. "The strange sword energy contained in his sword can actually corrode the core of my divine sense! It seems to be somewhat similar to your divine power, sir."

"Oh?"

Huang Shang's brow suddenly snapped open, and a beam of gray light swept across the Blood Corpse Daoist's sea of ​​consciousness.

A battle scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the scene, eighteen blood-red rainbows tore through the sky, and the sound of phoenixes and dragons could be heard as the sword formation clashed.

"Well done, Old Ancestor Tiannan. I have misjudged you."

Huang Shang suddenly chuckled, his laughter like the hooting of an owl.

Suddenly, his withered claws turned into hooks, and he fiercely grabbed at the Blood Corpse Taoist.

"Ugh!"

Blood Corpse Daoist trembled violently, and the wisp of Calamity Sword Qi that was wrapped around the core of his divine sense was forcibly pulled out, writhing like a venomous snake between Huang Chang's fingers.

"go with!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Huang Shang caused the blood pool to boil.

A faceless blood puppet stepped out of the blood mist, its hollow face revealing distorted features.

That wisp of calamity-inducing energy was instantly slapped into the Blood Puppet's brow, and in a flash, it burrowed into his heart like a venomous snake.

"Zizzizi!"

The blood puppet convulsed violently, its chest collapsing at a visible speed, the rotting flesh corroding and emitting blue smoke.

"Oh!"

It eventually exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a skeleton behind.

"No wonder it could damage your soul."

Huang Shang stared at the dissipating blood mist, his expression grave. "He is someone who, like me, has suffered divine retribution. Could it be that he too has been forcibly prolonging his life until now?"

He muttered to himself and suddenly tore off a piece of rotting flesh from his left arm.

"Clap!"

The rotting flesh landed and transformed into a blood-red talisman, emanating a chilling aura.

"You should go to Yizhou in Huaihai yourself."

"Bury this 'yin talisman' on the edge of the Seven Clouds Sect's spiritual vein, and wait until the day Elder Xia Guang passes away."

A strange smile appeared on his lips, and his vertical pupils opened, faintly revealing a murky yellow light identical to that of Zhao Wuji.

As he performed divination by making hand gestures, his gaze constantly shifted.

"Ancestor Tiannan, how could another such figure appear in Tiannan?"
(End of this chapter)