Chapter 64: An Ambush on the Journey Home

Leaving behind that barren, desolate wasteland, the three of them were each lost in their own thoughts.

Wang Qingshao felt a tinge of regret; though there had been a fight, he hadn’t gained anything substantial from this journey.

Lin Shixuan, on the other hand, was restless with excitement after discovering the Sword Pavilion’s legacy, already pondering how she would report it to her sect upon returning.

Bai Yueling unconsciously caressed the smooth jade slip nestled in her arms, feeling its weight, her mind still lingering on the exquisite incantations of the “Sword of Splitting Light and Shadow.”

Ye Ming, meanwhile, was still deep in thought.

As Londo’s mind wandered, Yiyang suddenly darted forward, attempting to intercept. Fortunately, Londo reacted swiftly, pulling the ball left just in time to evade the tackle by a hair’s breadth.

“I haven’t forgotten. After last night, I realized how impressive your sect is—the Shadow Fiend Sect’s disciples are truly formidable. It makes me want to join you all the more!” Long Zhenhai exclaimed with excitement.

“The hour is still early. Go and sit by the door for a while,” came the reply, with a gesture toward the side of the stone gate.

A hint of bitterness welled up, her eyes stinging, but she steadied herself, quietly stepping forward to stand before him.

“Your Majesty, do you wish for me to command the army once more and drive out the Long Clan’s forces?” Xin Lu asked after listening.

Just as Mu Jing was wary of Lulu’s shapeshifting, Ning Yu was also on guard against Bronn’s Q ability and shield, not daring to recklessly advance for fear of being punished. He kept his E skill, Relentless Pursuit, ready in hand, unwilling to use it lightly.

The two continued their daily banter; in any case, studying with Wendy around was always a challenge.

After swallowing the last morsel of meat, Giant Face suddenly burped, a plume of white breath erupting forth. As it slowly drifted upward, the three hurriedly dodged aside.

Thus, with a single sword stroke, Qi Yun shattered the void and entered the Celestial Realm. The Celestial Realm, unlike the mortal and nether worlds, was suffused with abundant spiritual energy. With many mountains and stones suspended in mid-air, the flow of energy was sometimes turbulent, yet overall, the atmosphere remained tranquil.

If it had been a demon core from an insect-type creature, things would have gotten lively. Once Long Wu transformed, he would constantly shift forms, rendering the Nine Transformations of the Celestial Dragon completely useless.

Moments later, the archway opened, and a sense of ancient solemnity once again swept out. The leaders of the various sects from Northern Cloud waited nervously for their people.

Dao Ling was overjoyed; his spiritual sense had worked. Although the rhinoceros beast was massive and imposing, at least it was not a puppet. So long as it was made of flesh and blood, everything could be handled.

What impressed the ancients even more was that after the peril had passed, Xiao Qiuyu not only refrained from killing the Flame Serpent Nier at his weakest, but also saved him and forged a brotherhood with him.

“Heh, Lord of Shadows, there’s no need for further modesty. Lord of Lingxiao is still gravely injured. Let us accompany Saint Qingfeng to the Celestial Palace for treatment; we can discuss the rest later,” Yun Wangchen said with a teasing smile, glancing at the still pale Emperor Haotian leaning upon his shoulder, a trace of cold sweat lingering, worry yet to subside.

Wu Fa’s bloodshot eyes fixed on Xiao Qiuyu, terrifying and grim, his massive lips grinding his teeth with a harsh clack—clearly, his hatred for Xiao Qiuyu had sunk to the marrow.

There was no time to hesitate. Qiu Ruohan gathered all her force and struck backward, using the recoil to leap from the tree, ready to flee.

But the Blood Oath cares not for the fulfillment of the vow—it first demands the sacrifice of self. And this is no ordinary condition, but one’s most precious life.

The Celestial Sage’s lips curled with disdain; confronted by Burning Lantern’s accusation, he said nothing, only casting him a cold glance. The Chaos Bell must not fall into the hands of either the Buddhists or Xuanmu Island; for it to remain with the Daoists would be best.

“Very well, my friend! Since you insist on going yourself, I’ll inform the innkeeper. Just don’t regret it later!” the youth said, casting a glance at Zou Li before heading inside.