To comprehend all laws and attain immortality

Chapter 371 A Glimmer of Hope

When the two Nascent Soul cultivators appeared, all the cultivators on the battlefield immediately stopped fighting. Some rode their escape lights, while others crawled into the remaining magic boats and slowly retreated towards their own immortal ships.

Upon seeing the figure of the black-robed cultivator, Daoist Yunmiao's expression immediately turned solemn, and his eyebrows and eyes lowered slightly: "I didn't expect the Demon Luo Sect to send you out, Luo Wusheng."

Luo Wusheng took out a palm-sized jade wine pot from his robes, tilted his head back and took a sip, casually wiping the remaining wine from the corner of his lips. He sneered, "If you're willing to leave now, I can spare your life. What do you say?"

"How dare you, you heretics, be so arrogant!" Daoist Yunmiao roared angrily.

After speaking, the three-colored Ruyi blossomed with radiant light, and suddenly thunder roared from the auspicious clouds, with bolts of golden lightning striking down on Luo Wusheng like a storm.

"A mere trick." Luo Wusheng said with disdain, lightly patting the white tiger beneath him.

The white tiger immediately charged out, and the gale in the starry sky seemed to be summoned, transforming into wind blades several meters in size. Countless wind blades converged into a storm that swept across the sky, slashing towards the golden auspicious clouds.

Where the wind blades swept past, they tore open gaps in space, swallowing up all the falling lightning.

Seeing this, Daoist Yunmiao's already gloomy expression turned even more unpleasant.

Suddenly, his divine sense detected a deadly sense of crisis, which made him shudder.

Yun Miao looked up and met Luo Wusheng's eerie smile.

Luo Wusheng stretched out his arm, and a ball of dark red blood light condensed in his palm. A dark red spiritual light suddenly shot out and pierced into the void.

The next instant, a burst of spiritual light appeared in front of Yun Miao, revealing a long spear magic weapon engraved with blood-red runes.

The runic spear pierced straight through Yunmiao's chest, spraying blood everywhere.

Yun Miao screamed in agony, her body staggering and unsteady, and the golden auspicious cloud suddenly collapsed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the White Tiger rode the gale to sweep away the remaining auspicious clouds and, carrying wind blades, charged towards Yunmiao to kill him.

Just then, another figure sped out from the floating island ship, blocking Yun Miao's path. He took out a small cyan flag, and as he waved it, endless cyan light spread, blocking all the wind blades.

Upon seeing this, Luo Wusheng sighed with slight regret and raised his hand to recall the rune spear.

Qingyan stared intently at the rune-inscribed spear, gripping the small blue flag in his hand, and said coldly, "I never imagined that you would even use the Rahu Spear for the sake of the Bright Light Realm."

Luo Wusheng smiled smugly: "If you're scared, you might as well surrender."

"Does the Demon Luo Sect think it can make our disciples surrender without a fight?"

Just then, an old voice rang out in the void, and Luo Wusheng's expression changed drastically, but his eyes remained calm despite the panic.

"Uncle-Master?" Qingyan and Yunmiao exclaimed at the same time, their faces filled with undisguised joy.

The sect's reinforcements have finally arrived!

On the other side, the Star Chariot had already traveled nearly a hundred miles away.

The floating islands and bronze ships are still visible in the distance, but the skeletal ships have long since disappeared from view.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators clashed, golden auspicious clouds crashed down with thunder and storms, and a white tiger summoned a magical celestial wind, a sight that still awe-inspired people from afar.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief. Now that they were far from the center of the battle, their vigilance lessened, and even the injured cultivators relaxed.

"The Star Chariot has already left the battlefield, so I suppose we won't be affected."

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Yan Fuyao stepped forward, cupped her hands, and said, "I have prepared a quiet room for you, senior. After we leave this area, the star raft will be teleported to another realm for rest. You may wish to take a short rest."

After a pause, he tentatively asked, "The Yan family has a slight reputation in the Qingwei Realm. If you don't mind, senior, why don't you come back with me so I can express my gratitude?"

After listening to this, Gu Fan pondered for a moment and was about to nod in agreement when his consciousness suddenly trembled, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the battlefield.

Between the two celestial boats, the void suddenly fell silent.

The next instant, a pitch-black demonic shadow that blotted out the sky emerged from the void, much taller than the two immortal ships.

The demonic figure's eyes shone like the sun and moon, and its body was surrounded by surging, boundless true flames, resembling a burning galaxy.

"That's... a Dharma image?"

Gu Fan suddenly realized this, but the sheer size of the Dharma image made it difficult for him to fathom the other party's cultivation level.

Immediately following, a vast and boundless sword light pierced through the Boundless True Flame and slashed straight towards the demonic shadow.

The sword light clashed with the demonic shadow, producing no earth-shattering sound, yet the entire starry sky froze instantly.

Taking the battlefield as the origin, it's like throwing a boulder into a calm water surface. The void cracks inch by inch like glass, and the dense cracks spread rapidly, turning into waves that wash outwards layer by layer.

The wave of spatial collapse swept in silently, pressing down on the star raft in an instant.

Everyone's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

If one were swept into the spatial turbulence, it would be a near-death experience!

Just then, Yan Fuyao shouted sharply, "Hold on tight! Don't let yourself fly off the star raft!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void to the side of the star raft suddenly tore apart, revealing a spatial chasm a hundred feet wide.

The raging torrents swept the entire starship into the rift, and it vanished into the vast starry sky in an instant.

In the critical moment, Gu Fan summoned the Covering Cloud Umbrella to protect himself, and then tightly gripped a pillar on the Star Chariot. He felt dizzy and the world was in chaos.

The dark blue spatial turbulence cut into the starship's shield, causing it to tremble violently.

Upon seeing this, Yan Fuyao gritted her teeth, took out a token, and then poured her magic power into it.

Suddenly, the star raft emitted a seven-colored light and made a creaking sound, as if it would collapse at any moment.

But just as the protective shield was shattered by the spatial turbulence, a teleportation channel radiating seven-colored light was actually forcibly constructed, and then they plunged into it.

In some unknown realm.

Suddenly, rays of light appeared in the void, and then a hole appeared. A star raft, several tens of feet long, fell from it and crashed into the yellow sand.

"boom--"

The violent tremor caused Gu Fan's blood and qi to surge, but fortunately, he was protected by the Covering Cloud Umbrella and was not injured. After circulating his magic power to regulate his breathing for a while, he regained his footing.

But others weren't so lucky.

Looking back, the top of the Star Chariot had been partially sheared off by the spatial turbulence. Although it was severely damaged, it was still largely intact. Yan Fuyao and the other two Golden Core cultivators collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

One of the Golden Core cultivators had a large gash torn open from his chest to his dantian, with blood gushing out and flowing all over the ground. It was clear that he was about to die.

Two more people were cut into pieces by the spatial turbulence, splattering blood everywhere.

The situation was even worse for Foundation Establishment cultivators, with only a dozen or so surviving by sheer luck.

After scanning the surroundings, Gu Fan turned to examine his surroundings, his expression immediately becoming serious.

As far as the eye could see, yellow sand covered the land, and thick black clouds blocked out the sun, moon, and stars, leaving the world in a deathly silence.

The spiritual energy was so thin it was almost imperceptible, making him feel as if he were in a thick, sticky silt.

Compared to this place, Qionghua Realm can be considered a paradise on earth!

What made him frown even more was that there was a strange deathly aura permeating the world. Even when he used his divine sense to explore the surrounding area for several miles, not a single living creature appeared!

This seems to be a dead world!

A moment later.

Yan Fuyao slowly woke up, struggled to get up, and was shocked when she saw the scene around her. When she saw the seriously injured Golden Core cultivator, her expression changed drastically.

He quickly went to the severely injured Golden Core cultivator, took out a pill from his robes, bent down to feed it to the man, and anxiously called out, "Brother Wang, please hold on!"

"We've known each other for a hundred years, you absolutely cannot die like this!"

The sorrow in her voice moved Gu Fan to tears.

The cultivator surnamed Wang struggled to move his lips, trying to swallow the pill, but the next moment he suddenly collapsed to the ground, the light in his eyes slowly fading away.

"Brother Wang!" Yan Fuyao exclaimed in alarm, shaking the cultivator surnamed Wang, and said desperately, "What will I do without you!"

"I don't know how to fix this starship!"

"Uh..." Gu Fan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He genuinely believed it was a matter of deep affection, never imagining it was because of the Star Chariot.

Yan Fuyao called out for a moment, and seeing that the cultivator surnamed Wang had completely lost his life, she got up dejectedly.

When he saw Gu Fan, hope rekindled in his eyes, and he tentatively asked, "Senior, do you know the art of weapon crafting?"

Meeting Yan Fuyao's expectant gaze, Gu Fan nodded slightly.

"I know a little bit about it."