A group of cultivators had never had any good feelings towards demon cultivators.
Now that the demon cultivators were setting up arrays near the secret realm, such covert schemes further fueled the anger of these cultivators, causing them to bombard the array with spells one after another.
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the demon cultivator’s array.
Shouldn’t demon cultivators use more covert methods if they intended to cause trouble?
Such a grand array directly exposed itself to the righteous cultivators… Was this intentional or accidental?
“Divine fortune-telling, help me figure out who set up this array.”
[Divine fortune-telling in progress… Failed to divine, the opponent is protected by a Dao tool, and your player’s luck has been depleted too much!]
Suddenly, the sky above Cangyun Realm changed.
This was the first time Chen Huaian stood under his own divine fortune.
But he saw swirling black clouds forming at the horizon where the mountains met the sky,
The golden vertical pupil within the black cloud scanned the Ten Thousand Mountains briefly before quickly dissipating.
The cultivators also sensed the change in the heavens, but they were used to occasional divine fortune-tellings appearing overhead, so they only glanced up casually before continuing their bombardment of the demon cultivator’s array. Only Chen Huaian’s gaze brightened as he looked in the direction of the golden vertical pupil, like a hungry wolf seeing a sheep stray from its pen!
Protected again by a Dao tool?
Could it be that old woman who stood up for Ji Dong earlier!?
Although he couldn’t know the specific location and information due to depleted luck, the changes in the divine fortune-telling were unavoidable.
He was currently in Cangyun Realm, and he could follow the trail to find them!
With this thought, Chen Huaian flew directly toward the direction where the golden vertical pupil disappeared.
With so many cultivators bombing the array, it was already on the brink of collapse; adding him made little difference.
Bluecloud Elder was still lost in the joy of bombarding the demon cultivator’s array with his beloved.
Such a beautiful day, wasn’t it enjoyable to bombard the demon cultivator’s array together?
But then he suddenly saw Chen Huaian flying away on his sword.
“Daoist friend Chen, where are you going?”
Rong Qingyun hurriedly followed, but in the next second, she was pushed back by a forceful push she couldn’t resist as a member of the Integration Realm.
“None of your business!” Chen Huaian vanished in an instant.
“Oh~ Even refusing someone looks so domineering and charming, really~” Bluecloud Elder squeezed her plump thighs and covered her blushing face, her eyes filled with admiration. Turning to face the demon cultivator’s array, her eyes were now full of killing intent: “Daoist friend Chen left in such a hurry, there must be something urgent. When he said ‘none of your business,’ he actually didn’t want me to be distracted… Humph, if not for this demon cultivator’s array, I could have gone with Daoist friend Chen!”
“It’s all your fault!”
In the puzzled gazes of the surrounding cultivators.
Rong Qingyun immediately took out more than ten spiritual tools from her storage bag and threw them at the array like trash, then detonated them all.
Boom—!
The violent explosions sped up the disintegration of the array significantly.
Using precious spiritual tools as bombs directly horrified the surrounding cultivators and broke their hearts.
“As expected of Bluecloud Elder, hating demon cultivators deeply!”
“There’s just a bit too much waste…”
As the cultivators discussed, they saw Rong Qingyun take out another dozen spiritual tools and throw them down.
“Bluecloud Elder, don’t, don’t! Those are all spiritual tools! If necessary, give them to me, I can help break the array?”
The True Martial Sacred Land’s Integration Realm elder was also surprised and suspicious, his beard quivering. He hurriedly asked his subordinate, “Who is this person?”
“This is Bluecloud Sect’s elder.”
“So that’s it!” The True Martial Sacred Land elder nodded repeatedly, praising with a fist strike on his palm: “I’ve heard for a long time that Bluecloud Sect is the strongest sect in Cangyun Realm, with profound roots and a strong hatred for evil. Hearing is one thing, seeing is another. Now I see it’s true… Once Senior Zhang returns from the Large Secret Realm, I must speak highly of Bluecloud Sect!”
Hearing this, the cultivators redoubled their efforts.
Some even imitated Bluecloud Elder by taking out unused magic tools from their storage bags to self-destruct.
Though their power was less than Bluecloud Elder’s spiritual tools, the sheer number overwhelmed the demon cultivator’s array.
At the same time, a thousand miles away.
On the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Lingpu, hiding in a forest, suddenly frowned and muttered, “This shouldn’t be happening. The speed at which the array is collapsing is too fast. Have these sect cultivators’ realms improved that much compared to last year? This way, they won’t last half an hour…”
Just as she spoke,
A strong sense of being watched came from above.
Lingpu looked up and saw a golden vertical pupil scanning around amidst the dense branches and leaves.
This was the third time today.
Lingpu clenched her teeth, looking at her Dao tool with seven cracks.
“That mysterious sword cultivator checking once a day is one thing, but what’s going on today? Is he crazy? Doesn’t he value his life anymore? Repeatedly using divine fortune-telling to find my location, does he intend to exhaust his luck to fight me to the d*ath?”
At this moment, the sound of a cultivator flying at high speed approached, accompanied by a sinister laugh.
“Hehehe! Dog, I found you!”
Lingpu’s heart gave a warning, and she formed a seal, disappearing in place, leaving behind a faint golden lotus shadow.
Boom—!
An incredibly sharp sword energy struck.
Instantly, mountains crumbled, and the earth groaned as dozens of feet of sand erupted.
When the dust settled, the trees where the sword landed had turned to powder, except for a sword mark spanning a hundred feet.
Lingpu appeared on a cliff a kilometer away,
Her expression heavy as she gazed at the figure in the sky, whose aura surged like a blazing sun.
“You, how did you find me?”
Chen Huaian pointed upwards, using divine fortune-telling for the fourth time today, the quota breaking through ten thousand.
A golden vertical pupil appeared in the sky behind him, like a golden wheel blooming on his back.
The cold, indifferent gaze, carrying a hint of heavenly might, pierced through the thin clouds and landed on Lingpu.
“So that’s how it is. Determined my location based on the fluctuations of divine fortune-telling.”
Lingpu stared at Chen Huaian, a cold smile curling her lips.
“Your avatar is merely at the peak of the Transformation Realm.
Let me guess, could it be because the divine fortune-telling damaged your core strength, forcing you to only be able to manifest such a level of avatar?”
The setting sun dyed the sea of clouds crimson gold, and the booming Buddhist chant dispersed the clouds for a hundred miles.
Lingpu abruptly turned around, and a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara image burst forth from her back.
Golden light flickered as she sneered, “Youngster, with your avatar’s cultivation below the Integration Realm, do you think you’re worthy to discuss swordsmanship with me?”
Lingpu lightly tapped her fingers on her Buddhist beads, her figure merging with the image.
“Amitabha!” The image clasped its hands, and a thousand arms stretched out as if to hold up the sky!
When she opened her eyes again,
Boundless killing intent enveloped Chen Huaian.
