Star Martial Soaring Cloud

"So this is where you were hiding. It really took me a while to find you." He stood outside the light barrier, looking down at everyone. "Huh, is it just you few? Where are the others who escaped from Qingming Cliff? Are they all hiding?"

No one answered.

Everyone stared intently at him, at his feet in wooden clogs, at his coarse gray-brown clothes, and at his pale, sickly face with a strange smile.

The Dragon Gate Divine Realm allows one to travel through the air and kill them all by themselves.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

That wasn't a deliberate release, but rather the natural pressure brought about by the difference in their levels of understanding—like a tiger appearing in front of a flock of sheep, without the sheep having to do anything, the sheep lose the courage to stand up.

Several people turned pale, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground; some people subconsciously took a step back, but as soon as they stepped back, they stopped abruptly—they had no strength to take another step back.

"This is the new trouble you were talking about?" The young cultivator's voice trembled as he glared at Yan Zixi and shouted hysterically, "The other party is a cultivator at the Dragon Gate Divine Realm! What are you talking about?!"

"Why are you leaving us here to die?!" another cultivator shouted. "We could have run away! We could have found somewhere to hide! You're the ones who insist on keeping us here, just to use us as shields!"

Human hearts are the most unpredictable thing since ancient times.

Even though you did everything you could to help him, he felt you were trying to harm him; even though you pulled him back from the brink of death, he felt you had ulterior motives.

They can remain silent in the face of those who truly harm them, yet they can righteously criticize and condemn those who risk their lives to protect them.

Yan Zixi's face instantly darkened, and a chilling killing intent emanated from her body.

"Shut up if you don't want to die." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as ice. "If you weren't here, you'd probably be dead already."

Before the men could say anything more, Yan Zixi drew her short sword, pointing it directly at them: "If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll kill you all first!"

Yun Qingyao was even more direct, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

The ribbon danced lightly like a white lightning bolt, instantly wrapping around the necks of those people. The ribbon slowly tightened, making their faces turn purple.

Her eyes were icy cold; if they dared to say another word, she would immediately strangle them.

"You don't know what's good for you," Yun Qingyao said coldly.

The men were so frightened that they immediately shut their mouths, but without hesitation shrank into the very back corner of the camp.

An Shengyilang's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Yan Zixi, Su Qinhe, and Yun Qingyao. A lewd glint flashed in his turbid eyes, and the smile on his lips grew even more intense.

"Oh, I didn't expect to find a few decent girls." He licked his chapped lips, his voice sharp and grating. "Judging by their appearance, they're all still virgins, perfect for giving us a boost. Are you going to come over willingly, or should I invite you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and the lewd smile on his face froze.

Countless orbs of light were seen flying towards them from the sky.

One cluster, two clusters, three clusters... more and more, denser and denser, like a dazzling meteor shower, piercing the deep twilight, continuously converging towards the stone chamber behind the camp.

"This is..." An Shengyilang knew exactly what this scene was, and his expression became somewhat solemn.

This phenomenon is caused by someone attempting to break through to the Dragon Gate Divine Realm and creating a strong resonance with the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

"I see." An Shengyi's voice deepened, and the lewdness in his eyes was replaced by sinister intent. "I was wondering where they had hidden. Turns out they were trying to cram at the last minute and secretly break through. What wishful thinking."

He sneered, his tone full of disdain: "You sickly bunches from Kyushu, you're still the same as ever. You know defeat is inevitable, yet you insist on making a futile struggle. What's the point? Is the Dragon Gate Divine Realm so easy to enter?"

"Yeah?"

Wuchen sat in the center of the formation, his face calm as still water.

His gaze pierced through the light screen and landed on An Shengyilang. His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable power: "Take a closer look."

An Shengyilang frowned and scanned the incoming orbs of light with his divine sense.

The next second, his expression completely changed. The disdain and mockery in his eyes disappeared, replaced by unbelievable shock.

The orbs of light initially appeared to be only one color, but as they drew closer to the stone chamber, they acquired more and more colors, gradually becoming a kaleidoscope of hues—crimson fire, orange gold, yellow earth, green wood, cyan water, indigo wind, purple thunder, white light…

Eight colors and eight elements intertwine and entwine, shimmering and breathtakingly beautiful, like a rushing, colorful river continuously flowing into those stone chambers.

As someone who's been through it all, An Shengyilang understands better than anyone what this means.

When a cultivator leaps to the Dragon Gate Divine Realm, they can generally only resonate with one type of element in the world.

Even if someone is exceptionally gifted and can resonate with several elements, one element will inevitably stand out the most, and the cultivator will choose it as their supernatural power.

But what if something unexpected happens?

Have!

There is a type of cultivator in the world who can resonate with various elements of heaven and earth, and each element has no obvious primary or secondary distinction, and each one is extremely compatible with him. Such cultivators are called Hunyuan bodies and are geniuses in cultivation.

The universe has eight elements, which interact with each other. Under the same conditions, water can extinguish fire and wood can overcome earth. But what if you could control multiple elemental powers at the same time?

If one can resonate with five or more elements, one is a genius among geniuses, a rare Heavenly Evolution Primordial Body, a person bestowed by heaven and favored by the world, with limitless potential.

An Shengyilang's divine sense swept across the secluded stone chamber, and he clearly sensed that there were only four people inside.

The scene before them clearly showed that someone was resonating with multiple elements at the same time, and each element was converging towards the stone chamber with the same intensity and frequency—meaning that among the four people, there must be a Primordial Chaos Body.

If the anomaly is caused by two people, then it is highly likely that a Heavenly Evolution Primordial Body will appear.

If it was just one person… Ansei Ichiro dared not think any further, his shock replaced by a strong killing intent.

We absolutely cannot allow the people inside to successfully break through to the next realm!

The leaders haven't fully broken through the restrictions yet, and besides, they have more important things to do.

If he can't even handle these juniors who are trying to break through, he will lose face and will no longer be able to stand among the Five Ninja of Fusang.

If they were to affect that person's awakening, the five of them would likely perish and be doomed forever.

"Die!"

An Shengyilang roared, and the earth-yellow spiritual light around him suddenly surged. A huge stone blade rapidly condensed in the void, gleaming with a chilling and bone-piercing light, and with the power to tear everything apart, it slashed fiercely towards the direction of the stone chamber!

"Earth Release: Rock Circle Slash!"

The stone blade pierced through the air with a deafening whistling sound, and slammed down hard onto the pale golden light screen.

"boom--!"

The deafening roar shook the heavens, and the light screen trembled violently. Ripples appeared where the stone blade had struck, as if pebbles had been thrown into the water.

The ripples spread rapidly outwards, distributing the immense power carried by the stone blade evenly across the entire light barrier.

The force of the single strike was divided into hundreds of thin streams, which flowed slowly along the light curtain and eventually flowed into the ground.

The ground trembled slightly, and fine cracks appeared on the ground outside the light screen, caused by the force channeled underground.

However, the light screen itself remained completely still, steadily enveloping the camp.

"What?" A hint of surprise flashed in An Sheng Ichiro's eyes. "They even set up an array?"

He snorted coldly, his tone growing increasingly sinister: "You're asking for it! Let's see how long you can last!"

Wuchen sat in the center of the array, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his hands remained firmly pressed on the array patterns.

How long this formation can last depends on him.

He raised his head and looked at An Shengyilang. His gaze remained calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

"With the formation in place, he can't do anything to us!" The previously noisy cultivator jumped for joy upon seeing this, his voice filled with relief. "We just need to wait for the person inside to successfully break through to the next realm! Then, we'll be saved!"

"Hopefully... it can last a little longer," Wuchen said in a low voice.

He watched the cracks spreading within the array patterns, and the ripples on the light screen that hadn't completely dissipated, silently chanting in his heart, "Lu Yang, Xiao He... hurry up, hurry up..."

An Shengyilang didn't speak again. He just kept forming hand seals and launching attacks. Stone blades slashed at the light screen one after another, becoming more and more fierce, faster and faster, and denser and denser.

"Earth Release: Rock Circle Slash!"

The second stone blade struck down, and the light screen trembled violently once more, its pale golden light dimming slightly.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... stone blades poured down like a torrential rain, creating a continuous series of loud noises that made people's eardrums ache.

The light screen trembled and twisted, the pale golden light grew dimmer, and the cracks on the array patterns became more numerous and denser.

Wuchen's face grew paler and paler, and more and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Blood dripped down his chin onto the array patterns, where it was instantly absorbed and transformed into the power to maintain the light barrier.

He was burning his own life force, desperately trying to hold up this crumbling barrier.

Although the formation could disperse the attacks, An Shengyi's attacks were too dense and too violent. The speed at which the light barrier dispersed the power gradually could not keep up with the speed of the attacks.

"Hold on...hold on..." Wuchen gritted his teeth, using the last bit of strength to inject the last bit of vital energy remaining in his body into the array patterns.

His hands were trembling, his body was trembling, even his consciousness was trembling, but he did not let go, did not give up, and did not back down.

Because behind him were his companions who were breaking through the barrier, and a dozen or so cultivators who were still struggling to hold on.

He cannot fall, nor dare he fall.

"Wuchen!" Yun Qingyao's eyes were full of urgency. She quickly stepped forward, placed one hand on his back, and continuously transferred her vital energy to him.

Wuchen did not answer.

He no longer had the strength to answer; his hands remained pressed firmly against the array patterns.

An Sheng Ichiro's next attack landed with a thud.

This time, the light screen shattered.

It wasn't a hole that appeared, nor a few cracks that materialized; rather, the entire light screen shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless pale golden fragments that slowly drifted away in the twilight.

Along with the light curtain, Wuchen also vanished.

His form gradually became transparent, and he completely transformed into light, into those scattered fragments, into the purest primordial energy in the world, dissipating into the twilight.

There was no blood, no corpse, no last words, not even a trace.

Only a faint breeze, carrying the unique freshness of the Purple Qi Palace, gently brushed against everyone's cheeks, like his final farewell, tender yet resolute.

"Wuchen—!" Yun Qingyao couldn't believe what she was seeing. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She reached out her hand, trying to grab the scattered fragments of light, but she couldn't grasp anything.

"Master Wuchen!" Lin Yueyao's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Wuchen!" Everyone shouted this name.

But Wuchen could no longer hear it.

The formation was broken, and the men perished.