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About half an hour later, Yan Lingcang slowly withdrew his hand, a layer of fine sweat already seeping from his forehead.

He lowered his eyes and said, "This is all I can do for you. The rest is up to you to recover on your own. Try not to use violence during this time."

Yu Linzhou felt that the dull pain in his chest had indeed lessened a bit, and his complexion had also improved.

He unusually refrained from arguing and simply hummed in agreement, "Thanks."

Yan Lingcang had nothing more to say, so he got up and left.

The room fell silent again.

Yu Linzhou sat alone for a while, his gaze falling on his wrist.

Then he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky was overcast, like ink that couldn't be dissolved.

The wind carried a hint of dampness; it was probably going to rain.

……

Two days later, the Grand Elder, along with several other elders of profound cultivation, sat around the center of the magic array.

The demonic energy obtained from Yu Linzhou was suspended above the array's core.

The black mist struggled amidst the layers of golden light, but could not break free.

Outside the magic array, dozens of disciples stood ready, each holding a magic weapon, their expressions tense.

The Grand Elder's expression was solemn as he addressed the crowd: "Everyone, let's begin. If we can use this wisp of demonic energy to pinpoint Li Hanshan's location today, Lin Zhixu will still have a sliver of hope."

"If we fail, not only will all our previous efforts be in vain, but we may also suffer a backlash. But things have come to this point, and we have no way out."

Everyone nodded in unison, forming hand seals and channeling their spiritual power into the formation.

The magic circle slowly lit up, and countless runes emerged from the ground like swimming fish, swirling endlessly around the central mass of black energy.

The Grand Elder clasped his hands together and uttered a low shout: "Summon!"

The black aura trembled violently, as if its lifeline had been seized by some force, and emitted a piercing shriek.

It struggled frantically, and a wisp of extremely faint black thread was drawn out from the black mist, slowly extending towards the northwest.

The Grand Elder's eyes lit up: "There's a reaction! In the Northwest! Quick, continue!"

The elders were greatly encouraged, and their spiritual energy surged like a tide.

The black thread stretched longer and longer, and it looked like it was about to point to a specific location.

Inside the Demon Palace, Li Hanshan seemed to sense something and sneered, "A bunch of ants, daring to spy on my whereabouts. Fine, I'll play with you."

Just when the elders thought they were about to succeed, they saw the black mist suddenly stop struggling and instead expand violently, bursting out a thick cloud of demonic energy from within.

The golden light within the magic circle was violently shaken, and several runes shattered on the spot.

"Not good! He's noticed!" The elder's expression changed drastically. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the array's core.

The golden light surged, barely suppressing the counterattack.

But his face also turned pale at a visible speed.

Outside the magic array, several elders with weaker cultivation levels could no longer hold on and groaned one after another, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

They gritted their teeth, not daring to back down.

Because if someone retreats first, the entire formation will collapse.

Even though they tried their best, the force on the other side was still too strong.

Suddenly, the black energy surged, like a churning sea of ​​ink.

All the golden runes in the formation lit up brightly at the same time, and then exploded simultaneously.

The immense force of the recoil rippled outwards in all directions. The elders were struck as if by an invisible giant hand, flying backwards one after another, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up blood.

The First Elder was the first to be hit. His body swayed, and he knelt on one knee, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He disregarded his own safety and shouted hoarsely, "Hold the line! Don't break apart!"

But it was too late.

The black mist broke free of its restraints, circled once in mid-air, and let out a wild laugh: "Is that all you've got? The Tianheng Sect's ten-thousand-year foundation truly has no successors."

"Yu Linzhou doesn't dare come himself, so he sends you old geezers to your deaths. Pathetic, laughable!"

The demonic energy surged violently in mid-air, about to pounce on the elders who had fallen to the ground.

"Watch out!" The elder's eyes widened in horror as he struggled to stand up.

At the critical moment, a cold sword light pierced through the air and arrived.

The sword light was as cold as frost, carrying a chilling yet righteous spiritual power, and it struck the demonic energy with precision.

The demonic energy emitted a mournful howl, and was torn apart inch by inch by the sword light, finally exploding into a cloud of black smoke with a "bang" and dissipating in the hall.

Everyone looked on in shock and saw Yan Lingcang sheath his sword and walk slowly in from outside the hall.

He was dressed in white, his brows and eyes were cold and stern. His gaze swept over the mess on the ground and the elders who were lying in disarray, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Immortal Venerable Wucang..."

When everyone saw him, they felt at ease.

Yan Lingcang walked up to the Grand Elder, squatted down, placed his palm on the back of the elder, and channeled a gentle spiritual energy into him.

After a moment, the ashen look on the elder's face faded slightly, and his violently heaving chest calmed down a bit.

"Thank you." The elder took a few breaths, his voice hoarse. "If you hadn't arrived in time, something terrible might have happened today."

Yan Lingcang withdrew his hand, his tone calm: "I'm late. Li Hanshan's power has recovered faster than we expected. That demonic energy just now was merely a negligible wisp of his remaining energy, yet it has already forced you to this point."

The Grand Elder closed his eyes, his face full of shame: "We underestimated him. We thought that with his demonic energy as a guide, we could gain some advantage, but we didn't expect him to be able to use his power against us, and even cast spells from thousands of miles away. His skills are no less than those of ten thousand years ago."

"He deliberately left this wisp of demonic energy for Yu Linzhou," Yan Lingcang suddenly said.

The Grand Elder was taken aback: "What?"

"He calculated that Yu Linzhou would bring it back, and he also calculated that we would use it to track him."

Yan Lingcang looked at the empty center of the array and said in a cold voice, "This has been a setup from beginning to end. He wants us to watch our hopes be crushed and then take the opportunity to severely damage the core strength of the Tianheng Sect."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

What a shrewd calculation! Li Hanshan has grown so much; they underestimated his intelligence.

The current Li Hanshan cannot be measured by the same standards he had ten thousand years ago.

Yan Lingcang: "Go and inform Yu Linzhou. Tell him the pursuit failed, but Li Hanshan's direction is in the northwest. I will go there myself and tell him not to make any rash moves."

The disciple beside him accepted the order and hurriedly ran out.

Yan Lingcang then looked at the Grand Elder: "You are all too badly injured. Have someone help you to Dan Peak first. I will take care of things here."

The elders nodded and left, supported by their disciples.

Outside the palace, the rain that had been brewing for so long finally began to fall.

At first, it was just a few drops, but soon they merged into a large patch, pattering and splashing onto the palace tiles, creating a layer of white mist.

Lightning flashed across the horizon, resembling some kind of ominous sign.

Yu Linzhou stood in front of the mountain gate, gazing towards the main peak.

He had just sensed the intense fluctuation of spiritual energy and felt a vague unease in his heart.

At that moment, a disciple rushed in through the rain, confirming his unease: "Immortal Venerable! The elders' pursuit has failed. Immortal Venerable Wucang says he has a general direction. Immortal Venerable Wucang asked me to tell you not to act rashly, as he will go to investigate!"

Yu Linzhou clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

He suddenly turned around, channeled his spiritual power, and sped towards the main peak.

The disciple behind him chased after him for a few steps, shouting something, but it was all swallowed up by the sound of the wind and rain.