Chapter 433: One Month Later

From today onwards, the transcendent spirits around Lingxiao Sanctuary will likely have to retreat deep into the Netherworld. This is especially true for the powerful spirits who once occupied the two hundred seventy-two states of the former Lingxiao Sanctuary.

Xia Jin noticed something and stretched out a finger to touch a drop of golden blood on the ground. "The Mist Celestial spilled blood! Yu Daozhen and Qilin Zang are truly formidable. In their youth, they were both invincible in their respective eras."

Those young Celestial Sons of the Dao Seed realm only possessed combat power comparable to that of Martial Celestial Sons in their youth.

To become a true Martial Celestial Son, countless challenges still lie ahead. In the future, they must constantly surpass their peers, reach the peak in every realm, and never show even a hint of complacency.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon Prince and Qilin Zang were also young Celestial Sons.

Thousands of years of cultivation, defeating and killing countless young Celestial Sons, led to their current cultivation. They are now just one step away from becoming true Martial Celestial Sons.

Master Can put away the yellow clay lamp, tucking it into his robe.

A treasure the Flower Demon King dared not touch, he dared.

Suddenly.

Xia Jin's beautiful face tensed slightly. Sensing the aura of a demon celestial, she immediately flew out of the Fissure Canyon, landed on the ground of the Fiery Plains, and looked towards the west.

A clear phoenix cry came from an infinitely distant place, incredibly melodious.

Even though she was the Flower Demon King, at this moment, she knelt on one knee.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Master Can said casually, showing no fear whatsoever. "I don't believe it dares to trespass into Lingxiao Sanctuary, provoking a demon calamity. The Martial Celestial Sons of the human race aren't all dead. At the Celestial Son level, there are rules."

Of course, he wasn't afraid.

Given the Flying Phoenix's cultivation level, it wouldn't care whether he showed reverence or not.

However, for a transcendent being of the demon race to show no reverence, that was a different matter entirely.

Zen Sea Contemplating Mist stood proudly above the Western Expanse, four Immortal Gates floating around her, which she had seized from the Demon Prince.

She stood in the air, her golden hair flowing like threads, her gaze sharp, piercing through the distant void, meeting the gaze of the Flying Phoenix in the far west.

The Empty Nether Sword in her hand let out a shrill sword cry, responding to the phoenix's call.

The sword cry and the phoenix cry intertwined, reverberating across the Western Territory.

"Little Zhang, Lingxiao Sanctuary is in your hands!"

Zen Sea Contemplating Mist's gaze was resolute. Undaunted by the Flying Phoenix's aura, she instead raised her sword and continued westward, pursuing the gravely wounded Qilin Zang who was fleeing.

She knew very well that since she had chosen to reveal herself, she absolutely could not remain in Lingxiao Sanctuary.

Because if she did, the Flying Phoenix would have a reason to act. Her old enemies would also come knocking, one after another.

Rather than bringing disaster to Lingxiao Sanctuary, it was better to proactively step out, face the difficulties head-on, and fight her way back to the Celestial Son realm, step by step.

And the far western Ash Realm before her would be the first life-or-death challenge she faced. Either she would overcome it, or she would die; there was no third path.

The Third Palace Master and Tang Shituo were pursuing the Demon Prince, whose ancestral field had been shattered by Zen Sea Contemplating Mist. The latter was gravely injured, fleeing northward, directly into the Netherworld of the Departed.

"Master..."

The Third Palace Master murmured softly, her heart heavy with bitterness.

How could she not understand her Master's painstaking efforts?

If her Master did not go to the far western Ash Realm to confront the Flying Phoenix's wrath directly, then the Flying Phoenix's wrath would descend upon every human in Lingxiao Sanctuary.

Li Weiyi fought his way through, running for an unknown number of miles, before finally escaping the Rice Corpses and entering a prefecture untouched by the Yin Corpses' rice cultivation.

He dared not stop, constantly feeling that danger could strike at any moment.

The magic energy in his body was severely depleted, and he was greatly physically exhausted.

The Cloud Celestial Plains had been a hopeless, fierce battle. Perhaps the entire Lingxiao Sanctuary would soon become a demon nation, a rice realm, or part of the Netherworld of the Departed.

In short, there would be no living space left for humans.

What should he do next, and where should he go?

As Li Weiyi hurried on, he pondered whether to return to Lizhou. If the entire Lingxiao Sanctuary fell, how could Lizhou possibly escape?

Given Yang Shenjing and Suizong's hatred for the Nine Li tribe, they would surely pursue them relentlessly until none remained.

"Master... Mast... er..."

From behind his neck, a little girl's tender voice sounded, like a murmur in a dream, and then she began to cry softly.

Li Weiyi was overjoyed.

Excellent! Yu Yaozi had actually woken up.

Although Zen Sea Contemplating Mist had obtained her two Heavenly Elixirs of the Other Shore, they were not cultivated by herself. She certainly couldn't fully integrate them and thus unleash the same combat power as Yu Yaozi.

The Eastern Territory's climate was relatively warmer, with warm currents blowing in from the East Sea.

The mountains were tall, the vegetation dense. Even in winter, it remained lush and green, without any ice or snow.

In a valley, beside a stream.

Li Weiyi untied his cloak, let Yu Yaozi down, and had her sit on a large rock by the stream. After much thought, he still bowed. "Great Palace Master, the situation in Lingxiao City is critical. Your Master, Zen Sea Contemplating Mist, asked me to take you away. Now that you've woken up, we must return immediately to help her."

He couldn't help but be cautious.

Who knew how much Yu Yaozi had recovered?

What if she was still affected by the Six Thoughts Mind Curse and suddenly hit him with a 'Little Field Command'? He wouldn't even know who to cry to.

Yu Yaozi's eyes were drowsy. She poked her eyes with a pair of fair, small hands, crying very sadly, like a little girl who had just had a nightmare and hadn't yet emerged from its terror.

She pouted, looked at Li Weiyi, and burst into tears with a "wah!" "Master, they all bullied me! They hit me, and it hurt so much...呜呜..."

Li Weiyi frowned, feeling suspicious. He carefully recalled that since he had taken the girl from Zen Sea Contemplating Mist, she had never left his side.

The problem certainly wasn't from his end.

Had Zen Sea Contemplating Mist mistaken the child?

Li Weiyi cautiously walked over and whispered, "Great Palace Master, let's not joke around. Lingxiao Sanctuary is truly in peril."

"Waaah, Master, what are you saying? I'm Yu'er! Don't you recognize me?" The little girl cried even harder. "I'm so scared, they all hit me, Master... I think I had a nightmare..."

She hugged Li Weiyi, who had approached, squeezing into his arms, her whole body trembling.

Li Weiyi spread his arms, not daring to touch her, his expression tense. "Great Palace Master, let's be clear first: you hugged me yourself; it has nothing to do with me."

Li Weiyi felt that Yu Yaozi's current state was very similar to Tang Wanzhou's earlier condition.

And it was even more severe.

Li Weiyi guessed that the reason Yu Yaozi mistakenly thought he was her Master was twofold. Firstly, Zen Sea Contemplating Mist had repeatedly told her that her Master had returned.

In her mind, her Master was the person she was closest to and trusted the most.

Secondly, due to the Yang Wedding, Li Weiyi carried a wisp of Zen Sea Contemplating Mist's soul, which her subconscious mind must have sensed.

An hour later, it grew completely dark.

Li Weiyi finished his breathing meditation and glanced at Yu'er, who was quietly curled up against him.

She hugged her small, jade-like feet, imitating Li Weiyi's cross-legged posture. Her large, round eyes darted left and right, filled with fear of the darkness, yet she tried hard to appear strong.

Noticing that her Master was awake, she whispered, "Master, I'm a little cold..."

*With your physical strength, you're cold?*

Li Weiyi secretly felt a headache coming on. Finally, he sighed helplessly, knowing that what's meant to be, will be.

But he had to make some preparations beforehand.

Li Weiyi snapped his fingers, and instantly, a ball of spiritual light flame floated in mid-air, illuminating several zhang around them.

Heat was released.

From his interspatial pouch, he took out a brush and a booklet, and quickly began to write: "On the first day I met the Great Palace Master, this is what happened..."

He meticulously recorded everything that had happened between them today.

Including all conversations, even the weather, time, and location, were clearly documented.

In the future, when she regained her memories and cultivation, there would be an explanation.

"Wow, Master, you're amazing!" Yu'er, barefoot, stood up, stretched out her small hands, and moved them closer to the spiritual light flame for warmth, her eyes full of delight and adoration.

Li Weiyi gasped, and also noted down the phrase "Wow, Master, you're amazing!"

Closing the booklet, he said, "Great Palace Master, we need to go. Danger could arrive at any moment."

"Mm!" Yu'er nodded, looking at him.

Li Weiyi walked ahead, and she followed behind.

She wasn't wearing shoes, and the gravel and dry branches on the ground occasionally poked her feet. She winced in pain, but bit her lip tightly and didn't make a sound. She kept feeling something following her, and would turn her head around periodically.

Suddenly, the cry of a nightingale startled her, making her run quickly forward, hug Li Weiyi, and cling tightly to his robe. "Master, I'm scared..."

Li Weiyi stood still for a moment, an internal struggle raging in his mind. He crouched down. "Carry, or piggyback?"

"Carry!" Yu'er immediately said.

Li Weiyi picked her up, leapt forward, bounding between cliffs, covering dozens of zhang with each step, and continued to hurry on.

"Master, can you please not call me Great Princess anymore? I'm not a princess; I'm just a wild girl." Yu'er rested her small head on his shoulder, listening to the whooshing wind, and whispered this.

Li Weiyi replied, "Okay."

After a moment of thought, she whispered again, "Master, I... I'm a little hungry..."

"When we find a populated place ahead, we'll eat first."

"Okay! Master, you're amazing! You're the best Master in the world..."

Li Weiyi's mood was complex, a mix of joy and worry. His thoughts sometimes drifted back to the Cloud Celestial Plains, sometimes to Qiuzhou and Lizhou. He had too many worries, yet felt helpless.

One month later.

Huangjiang Border City was located at the junction of the Eastern Territory's 'Qingzhou,' the Southern Territory's 'Guanzhou,' and the Netherworld of the Departed, where three realms met. With a population of several hundred thousand, it lay on the edge of darkness, on the side of the living realm between life and death.

The city had no walls, and humans and departed spirits coexisted.

It was considered an important gateway from Lingxiao Sanctuary into the Netherworld of the Departed. Netherworld merchants, ghost catchers, desperate outlaws, martial arts powerhouses exploring secret realms... All kinds of people who dealt with the Netherworld of the Departed, and departed spirits who dealt with the living realm, gathered here.

For the past month, Li Weiyi and Yu'er had been living in the city, waiting for definitive news about the war in Lingxiao Sanctuary. Only then would they decide where to go next.

The distance was too great, Lingxiao Sanctuary was vast, and war raged incessantly, with constant calamities.

Currently, rumors were rampant, and various true and false reports were hard to distinguish.

The Five Sea Realm and Dao Seed Realm cultivators who had fled to Huangjiang Border City had no idea of the true situation, simply echoing what others said.

Li Weiyi hadn't been idle. Using the Cocoon of Time, he meditated on the true scriptures to gain enlightenment. After five months, the Dao Seed within his Divine Palace finally unfurled into twelve Dao Lotuses, allowing him to enter the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Seed realm.

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