The Forbidden Path to Immortality - Chapter 184

Episode 17 The Immortal Journey to the Killings Chapter 1 Battle

In the distant sky, lightning and thunder roared. The storm, pent up all morning, finally unleashed its mighty force. Over the East China Sea, thunder mingled with the roar of the tide, torrential rain and surging waves, as if the entire ocean had flipped upside down.

Lightning flashed like swords, often ripping through the curtain of clouds and water, a terrifying sight. Li Xun felt a certain fear of this divine power.

Practicing magic incurs the wrath of the gods; being struck by lightning is no joke.

Furthermore, he had a vague sense that this terrifying celestial phenomenon evoked something of “heavenly connection,” something he always shied away from.

Therefore, he carefully restrained his aura, retreating from the center of the thunderstorm, practically carried by the fierce wind as he drifted toward the coast. From this vantage point, he could only see an area of seven or eight miles. Beyond that, the waves and rain obscured everything. Occasionally, a flash of sword-like light shone, but it was only a few scattered points, as if threatened to be extinguished by the torrential rain.

Yet, on another level, informed by his inhuman spiritual perception, a strange and incredibly clear world unfolded before his mind.

Countless pulses of life, of varying natures, pulsed like sparks ignited on the plains, gathering and dispersing across the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Some of these blazing flames were so brilliant that each shift in their direction sent a shockwave of shockwaves, extinguishing countless surrounding sparks in their path.

Repeatedly, wherever these dazzling blazes struck, the surrounding sparks scattered and fled, daring not to confront them directly.

Li Xun’s lack of vision only heightened his grasp of the situation. He knew clearly that the True One Grandmasters, in their attacks, were not united in their attack, but rather fully utilizing their individual strength and mobility. Like eleven razor-sharp knives, they plundered the vast mass of a hundred thousand cultivators, their single strokes leaving flesh and blood scattering and gaping everywhere.

Sometimes, during high-speed maneuvers, several Grandmasters would overlap. Far from diminishing their penetrating power, they instead utilized their profound Daoist cultivation to coordinate with astonishing tacit understanding, achieving a variety of exquisitely crafted combined attacks, each a masterpiece of fortuitous mastery.

At these moments, the surrounding loose cultivators and alliances would fall en masse, countless of them annihilated.

War, without a doubt, was a war. Much like the violent celestial phenomena before them, this great battle, destined to leave a lasting mark in the history of the Tongxuan Realm, seemed sudden, yet in reality, it was a storm brewing for countless eons.

At this moment, the storm had shattered all obstacles, unleashing its terrifying energy with unbridled force, engulfing everyone. In this situation, the concern was no longer how to dispel the storm, but how to survive it.

A few miles away, a massive wave suddenly ripped through the rain, revealing a swarm of figures behind them. A flash of lightning illuminated their faces, etched with excitement and terror.

The next moment, the crowd parted, and a stout figure strode out from the gap. His bald head was a dazzling sight against the alternating light and darkness of the sea. “

Great Sun Dharma Master!”

Li Xun confirmed the man’s identity. He evidently saw him, baring his teeth in a smile. Through the layers of rain, the smile, distorted and even more ferocious, seemed to reach him. This,

in turn, suggested that his mind remained relaxed, unaffected by the calamity of death.

The fleeting exchange between the two men was enough to convey a great deal.

The fake monk, without further delay, laughed again, turned away, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, a new surge of wind surged over the sea, instantly engulfing seven or eight nearby wandering cultivators. Their fates were unknown.

“Still playing around.”

Li Xun saw clearly that Dharma Venerable Da Ri hadn’t used his renowned “Three Great Sun Techniques,” but had simply attacked casually. While his power was unparalleled, it still felt a bit lackluster.

Perhaps Dharma Venerable Da Ri felt that the foundation of Da Qian Guang Ji City lay far away in the Far West Han Sea, and that this storm wouldn’t affect them there?

At this thought, Li Xun’s eyes grew cold, and he turned his head away. A moment later, a half-familiar voice echoed from the other side: “Da Ri didn’t bring a hundred thousand golden armored soldiers, nor did he call upon three thousand tiger soldiers, not even a small bodyguard of the Heavenly Gang… I wouldn’t be surprised by anything he does. Brother Bai Gui, what do you think?”

“It’s Sect Master Su. I thought you were deep within the formation, but I didn’t expect you to be so much slower?”

Following the arrangements of the various sect masters, eleven True One Grandmasters attacked the formation of the Loose Cultivators Alliance from all directions, attempting to break up the scattered cultivators. Several cultivators skilled in stealth would then take advantage of the chaos, weaving through the formation to find the most viable path. Finally, they would gather their strength, quickly tearing through the surrounding defenses and striking Gu Yin in one blow.

Apart from anything else, when it came to stealth, was there anyone in the East China Sea more professional and top-notch than Su Huaiyu?

Unfortunately, the Luoyu Sect’s highly regarded leader showed no sign of getting down to business. He simply spoke in a familiar tone, speaking to the Hundred Ghosts, a group he knew little about and even held a certain grudge against.

“If we were to pick a sect in this world that wasn’t afraid of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, it would undoubtedly be the Great Thousand Light City. Since ancient times, the Far West has forged a unique path, integrating the art of military conquest into the cultivation of the Great Dao, gathering the energy of the masses to form a single path, somewhat similar to what Gu Yin did.”

“Oh, Sect Master Su, are you saying that the Great Sun came east to seek the scriptures?”

Su Huaiyu simply smiled, not pursuing the topic further. But his words made their meaning clear. If the Great Sun Dharma Master acted this way, how could he expect others to?

The combined strength of the sects was ultimately a fleeting illusion, unable to withstand the test.

Li Xun had no idea what the sect masters discussed after he left the hall, but judging by Su Huaiyu’s attitude, the outcome was not promising.

He didn’t care. As long as the various sects could be temporarily held together, it was fine. Even if they were lumps of earth that crumbled with a pinch, Gu Yin was, by comparison, a mere eggshell that cracked easily with a tap. He still had some advantages.

Seeing that Li Xun had his own opinion, Su Huaiyu stopped pestering him. He nodded again and said, “Time is running out, so I won’t reminisce with you. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to meet Senior Sister Shui today. Please give her your regards. The situation in the East China Sea is treacherous, and Senior Sister

Shui hasn’t recovered from her old injuries yet, so she needs to be careful.” After these words, which seemed both polite and a reminder, Su Huaiyu nodded again and slowly walked into the continuous rain. He swayed for a moment before disappearing.

“This guy is quite considerate.”

Li Xun was quite dissatisfied with Su Huaiyu’s thoughts, but at this moment, no problem was a problem. He could only shrug and, braving the wind and rain, change direction.

As he launched himself, thunder roared from the front. The visceral vibrations, sweeping across the sea and sky, instantly silenced the pulses of dozens, hundreds of living beings. The overwhelming force was breathtaking.

“The power of the True One Grandmaster is truly remarkable.”

After praising him, Li Xun spat out the choking wind and rain, shaking his head and sighing, “However, Ancient Sound seems even more powerful.”

This wasn’t as immediately apparent as the might of the True One Grandmasters.

The gathering of one hundred thousand wandering cultivators in the East China Sea was a massive force by any measure. Especially according to Gu Yin’s arrangement, these hundred thousand people were distributed across the sea and sky, centered on the ancient site of “Winding Paths to Secluded Places.” Their spacing was staggered, their lengths varying, and while seemingly chaotic, they possessed immense flexibility.

This was particularly evident at the outset of the war. Sliced from all directions by the eleven True One Grandmasters, it was like eleven red-hot knives slicing through thawed grease. Their unstoppable momentum was only natural.

If the Grandmasters were truly willing to pay a small price, taking advantage of the initial chaos, they could easily have cleaved this formation in half and reached deep into the heart of the enemy.

Unfortunately, faced with the unexpected resilience of the hundred thousand wandering cultivators, the Tongxuan Realm’s most elite Grandmasters withdrew, passing up what was arguably their greatest opportunity since the war began. Consequently, the hundred thousand troops never revealed a single flaw that the Grandmasters could exploit in a short period of time.

Clearly structured, measured in choices and decisions, and rigorously enforced—this was Li Xun’s assessment of the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s 100,000-man army, after long observation.

He believed this was the most accurate assessment. As for more profound aspects like formations, forbidden techniques, and the interplay of forces and forces, these were expected and unnecessary.

Over decades, these 100,000 lone cultivators, whose indolence was practically ingrained in their very nature, had been trained to mastery, so skillful that their combined power could stand head-on against over a dozen of the world’s most revered True One Grandmasters, holding their own. Their strength was one thing, but how had Bao Ruotian cultivated such audacity?

Such tactics were indistinguishable from supernatural powers.

This was Gu Yin’s truly unstoppable power. The number of True One Grandmasters supporting her or her own strength were of little importance in the face of such an achievement.

At this moment, Li Xun couldn’t help but recall Gu Yin’s bold words.

Gu Yin once said that if she pushed back the time of her movement by one to two thousand years, once all the heroes and talents of this generation had died, the stagnant Tongxuan Realm would be powerless to stop her advance. Now, thinking back, if she had been given a few more decades or even centuries to prepare, perhaps she could, as such a righteous master, crush the entire Tongxuan Realm… and remain unstoppable!

“How terrifying…”

Shaking his head, Li Xun cast these meaningless thoughts aside.

No matter how gifted Gu Yin was, this day next year would be her commemoration day!

After completely breaking with Gu Yin, from Ramash to the ** concubine, from Li Douliang to Tianhe Shangren, none of the nineteen sects, good or evil, would allow her to survive. Otherwise, the situation would be reversed.

The clouds seemed to descend even lower, and the purple lightning and fire could not have fallen denser than the rain. Li Xun had already seen one unfortunate individual struck head-on by the lightning and fire, his body charred as he fell into the sea. And this was only the beginning.

A murderous intent!

At that moment, the shouts, explosions, and thunder that had filled Li Xun’s ears gradually faded away. The light and shadows in the rain blurred into a blur. The sensory stimulation no longer had any meaning to him. Even the pulsating flames of life that had been igniting a prairie fire were extinguished. Only a mysterious pulse, detached from the sound and light, gradually permeated his body.

Above the East China Sea, a violent storm, lightning and thunder, and over a hundred thousand cultivators and demons engaged in a chaotic battle within a thousand-mile radius.

All of this accumulated like thousands of whirlpools, tearing the orderly flow of heaven and earth’s vital energy into pieces, and countless changes occurred with every moment.

Therefore, even those as advanced as Ramash and Li Douliang were unable to discern a clear thread from the situation, and naturally, they were unable to grasp the overall situation. They could only rely on their individual cultivation to manipulate the formation, while cultivators like Su Huaiyu risked infiltrating the center of the formation, searching for Gu Yin’s presence, hoping to secure the outcome through a decisive battle.

Li Xun’s inherent sensory abilities, combined with his Blood Shadow Demon Body’s keen sensitivity to the pulse of life, allowed him to perform better than Ramash and the others, perhaps fully reconstructing a relatively narrow local situation, but grasping the overall situation remained an impossible task.

However, at this moment, the situation suddenly shifted.

In the seemingly empty and desolate world of the mind, a simple question, like a drop of water falling on the tide, created a circle of fine ripples. “

Where is Gu Yin?”

With this response, the vital pulse of Gu Yin pulsated like a bonfire burning in the dark wilderness, its flames suffusing half the sky. Amidst the pervasive chaos, this light was dazzling.

Li Xun relied solely on the blinding light to distinguish the four directions.

Finally, his perceived location merged with his real-world direction, and his body reacted automatically, turning in that direction.

Contrary to previous information, Gu Yin did not remain in the winding path of the old place, but instead moved through the formation of a hundred thousand wandering cultivators, her speed fluctuating, causing great difficulty for the cultivators intent on capturing her.

Of course, for Li Xun, this was no problem at all.

At this moment, Li Xun was not observing the world from a conventional perspective; he was not even observing. Instead, he was relying on intuition, stripping away all analysis and reasoning, aiming directly at the final result.

This seemingly divinely gifted intuition, in terms of the realm of cultivation, is roughly equivalent to “the heart of the upper body,” reminiscent of the “heart-to-heart resonance” of the Mingxin Sword Sect.

Ramash and his companions should have achieved this mysterious and direct state, and even more profoundly. Even Mingji, who practiced the Lingxi Jue, might have reached a level comparable to Li Xun’s.

However, intuition is only intuition, always vague and ethereal, and constantly shifting. In a life-or-death situation, no one lets intuition dominate. A single moment’s error could turn the situation upside down.

Li Xun’s situation was different.

At that moment, across the East China Sea, and indeed throughout the entire Tongxuan Realm, no one could identify a specific individual’s location using the method of capturing their vital energy pulses like Li Xun. Combined, once his intuition had locked onto a general location, he would naturally use his vital energy pulses to confirm it. The two, combined on an instinctive level, formed this incredibly stable intuitive perception.

Li Xun struggled to grasp the implications of this peculiar phenomenon. He felt the sensation was familiar; he had experienced it not long ago, though not with such consistency and clarity.

After a moment’s pause, he finally returned his attention to the present. Gu Yin’s vital energy pulses were so dazzling that the trajectory of her movements was clearly imprinted on Li Xun’s mind.

“Where is Su Huaiyu?”

Li Xun muttered, his heart naturally aroused by the other’s unique vitality. Then, a cluster of light, far fainter than Gu Yin’s, lit up. Unfortunately, it was in the exact opposite direction of Gu Yin. Li Xun grinned, a silent laugh.

The next moment, his voice suddenly lost, and Li Xun roared loudly. His body transformed into a dazzling blood-red rainbow, leaping into the air and rushing straight towards Gu Yin’s direction. The

sudden and difficult situation overwhelmed Li Xun. The scattered cultivators and demons were unable to react, and he rushed over a hundred miles before they could organize an effective interception.

Li Xun, however, had no intention of confronting them head-on. As soon as the resistance in front of him arose, he flew diagonally, drawing a short arc across the huge cross section formed by the scattered cultivators. The blood-red light he swung out made contact with the protective true energy of the cultivator at the front of the cross section, and a sizzling sound rang out.

There were dozens of cultivators, all severely wounded by the ravages of the Burning Blood Essence, yet they persevered, demonstrating their courage as the elite among the Four Directions.

However, despite his impressive display, Li Xun managed to kill no one.

This wasn’t out of kindness, but rather a subtle sense of his heightened spiritual perception, suggesting a precarious timing. He held back to prevent any unforeseen events.

He shifted direction, avoiding the direct attack of the cultivators ahead. With another shriek, he charged towards Gu Yin’s position. This time, he advanced only a dozen miles before being blocked. Undeterred, he shifted direction and continued his attack.

The first time, Ramash and the others might have ignored him, but when Li Xun repeated this repeatedly, even a fool could tell something was amiss.

Su Huaiyu, whom Li Xun had been targeting, indeed possessed a killer’s intuition. After a moment’s hesitation, he finally changed direction and dived towards the location indicated by Li Xun.

Li Xun chuckled, no longer screaming like a madman. Instead, he retreated a distance and casually unleashed a blood-corroding soul light.

This sinister light wasn’t aimed at anyone, but rather pointed diagonally into the air. Wherever it reached, it left a distinct dark red trail, visible for over ten miles around.

As for how those who saw it could communicate with the others, that wasn’t his concern.

The situation in the East China Sea suddenly shifted.

Almost simultaneously, the attack intensity, trajectory, and methods of the eleven True One Grandmasters changed. The changes were so drastic and sudden, and even more devastating, they instantly acquired an unprecedentedly strong purpose. But what was that purpose? With eleven of this world’s most elite Grandmasters all attacking, the 100,000-strong Loose Cultivator Alliance army inevitably erupted in a second wave of chaos.

“Open it…”

Once the eleven True One Grandmasters confirmed Gu Yin’s true location, their targeted attack overwhelmed the surrounding Loose Cultivator demons.

The Loose Cultivators Alliance’s formation began to shrink noticeably, seemingly attempting to thwart the powerful enemy by increasing the density of their cultivators. This only resulted in a sharp increase in their own casualties.

The rapidly rising casualties led to even greater chaos, and the vast formation began to expand outward again. However, in this uncontrollable expansion and contraction, the eleven sharp knives penetrated deeper, and the surrounding formation inevitably began to collapse.

However, Li Xun also sensed that the chaos on the periphery had not affected the order within.

After defeating the surrounding blockade, the Grandmasters advanced no further than a hundred miles before encountering a more determined resistance.

The power of the inner circle surged outward like a great tide, occasionally bursting with a fierce aura that seemed to rival that of the Ten Executive Councilors. However, Li Xun didn’t recognize any familiar faces among them, not even Yaofeng, the most powerful warrior of the Ancient Sound faction.

Among the millions of loose cultivators and demons, there were indeed countless talented individuals. Even now, beyond the top masters like the Ten Executive Councilors, there was still potential to be tapped.

These people certainly weren’t foolish enough to fight a Grandmaster like Ramash. They simply appeared and disappeared as the formation shifted, blunting the Grandmasters’ edge in various ways.

Ramash and the others’ advance immediately slowed down.

“This is only a temporary reprieve. Once those guys make a few more inroads and completely disrupt the surrounding formation, no matter how strong the will or discipline of the cultivators in the inner layers is, they won’t be able to withstand the onslaught of chaos.”

Li Xun saw clearly that the others were no fools either.

Dozens of miles to the north, a powerful torrent of energy suddenly erupted, carrying the momentum of an explosion and rushing forward swiftly.

In response, a similar aura exploded in the south over a hundred miles away, directly disrupting the increasingly chaotic formation surrounding the Loose Cultivator Alliance, charging forward with unparalleled momentum.

The luxurious group of True Cultivators from the nineteen sects finally moved.

Hundreds of True Immortals, divided into two groups, aligned according to the good and evil camps, entered the formation diagonally from the north and south. Unlike the freely interwoven True One Grandmasters, these core members of the various Tongxuan sects remained united, seeking no lethal force, but rather an irresistible impact and the corresponding powerful deterrent.

With forty or fifty True Immortals working in unison, even Zhong Yin, returning to the mortal realm, would have fled. While the current situation was far from unified, the overwhelming pressure rippled through the already chaotic surrounding formations of the Loose Cultivators Alliance, achieving a far greater effect than a few True One Grandmasters could have achieved.

The two groups’ attack paths were not far apart; the so-called north-south alignment was actually the opposite ends of a cross-section laid by the hundred thousand loose cultivators. However, once they penetrated deeper into the formation, they immediately widened their angles, truly shifting their direction north and south.

This disruption was nearly fatal to the Loose Cultivators Alliance’s formation. The chaotic situation in each of the relatively independent areas, swept along by the two currents, gradually connected, like a crack in a thousand-mile-long dam, expanding at an unstoppable rate, ultimately leading to the collapse of the entire dam.

Meanwhile, Gu Yin began to move again.

The Loose Cultivators Alliance’s inner formation shifted immediately. Unfortunately, having determined Gu Yin’s previous position, the True One Grandmasters had a basis for inference. Through the shifting formations, Gu Yin’s movements were no longer untraceable. The targeted attacks from the nineteen sects continued unabated, and the situation was turning one-sided.

Amidst the storm, the surrounding turmoil finally affected the inner formation. Initially, it was just a slight slack, but Li Douliang, who was nearby, keenly observed this shift. The Eight Sea-Suppressing Techniques suddenly unleashed, bringing with them a torrential downpour and raging wind and rain, stirring up a massive wave tens of feet high, like a collapsing mountain or a crumbling pillar of heaven, bearing down with a thunderous impact.

The Eight Sea-Suppressing Techniques already possessed awe-inspiring supreme power, and now, with the might of heaven, they were unstoppable.

Even though the cultivators stationed within the Loose Cultivator Alliance, at least at the level of Void Transformation, were still devastated by this earth-shattering onslaught, nearly a hundred of them were swept into the sea by the fiery wave. Even if they survived, they would have struggled to regroup.

Giving the lone cultivators no chance to recover, Li Douliang struck with one blow, followed by a cascade of sword energy. Luo Qichang, glaring, raised his eyebrows, and charged with his sword.

The Three Emperors Sword Sect’s sword techniques prioritized power and aura, and wielded by the current Sword Emperor, they were like the sun shining across the sky, illuminating a thousand miles.

The wind and rain evaporated in an instant, leaving only the blazing sword light to permeate every sense. The temperature of the East China Sea suddenly soared, and wherever the sword light struck, cultivators fell back in disarray.

The earlier onslaught of the Eight Sea-Suppressing Techniques had pushed the cultivators away. Luo Qichang’s sword energy was far less lethal than Li Douliang’s, yet the chaos it caused was many times greater.

The two masters, renowned for their imposing presence, coincidentally converged, their seamless front-and-rear assault inflicting immense damage to the Alliance’s formation. The torrent of scattered cultivators from the surrounding areas also surged back at this moment, finally crumbling a corner of the tight inner defenses.

Even from Li Xun’s position, he could hear the distant clamor of voices. The cacophony of voices disrupted the once awe-inspiring roar of the blast. The fierce momentum that had previously rivaled the True One Grandmasters was now gradually disintegrating, and the tide of events was turning in favor of the righteous and evil sects.

“Without this momentum, a hundred thousand troops would be nothing but chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow… Ugh, that shameless old man!”

Li Xun suddenly laughed. Disarray had suddenly erupted to the northwest of the Loose Cultivators Alliance’s formation. A considerable force, taking advantage of the disarray in the surrounding formations, blended in with the surging tide of scattered cultivators and quietly penetrated. Deep within the formation, they suddenly became invincible. In a split second, they had breached a corner of the inner defenses, followed by a long, thunderous laugh.

“The lowly servant Gu Yin, driven by her own selfish desires, has coerced hundreds of thousands of lives, attempting to defy fate and destroy the very foundations of this world. We demons, gifted with divine powers, how could we be driven to our own demise? Fellow Daoists, wake up!”

Driven by a powerful primordial energy, these words truly resonated thousands of miles away. Wherever the sound waves reached, rain slanted and tides surged, seemingly shaking the entire East China Sea.

The one who could cause such a commotion in the East China Sea was undoubtedly the old demon Kunpeng. After this battle, the East China Sea Demon Alliance’s expansion was imminent.

Li Xun sneered. The old demon Kunpeng had a piercing vision and a thick skin. He had sensed the weakening of the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s inner defenses and launched a counterattack. He also used psychological tactics. While his effort was minimal, the effect was significant. If things went wrong, he could take the credit for the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s defeat.

Meanwhile, the others in the East China Sea shared his sentiments. Yesterday, when Li Xun was lobbying the various sect leaders, he had mentioned the old demon Kunpeng, calling him an additional force. The sudden appearance of Kunpeng and his newly formed East China Sea Demon Alliance not only resonated with Li Xun’s arguments, but also presented a significant stimulus to the masters of the various sects.

Suddenly, the offensive from all sects, both good and evil, doubled in intensity. From top to bottom, their attacks were met with a series of setbacks. The inner defenses of the Loose Cultivators Alliance were instantly shaken, and everyone was in a state of panic.

“What is Gu Yin doing right now?”

Li Xun was curious about this formidable foe’s movements. This woman, controlling the inner defenses, must have felt the pressure from all sides more directly. She should have known that conventional array formations wouldn’t be enough to reverse the situation. She should have called for a backup plan, or perhaps, she didn’t have one at all?

What a joke!

Li Xun grinned, his smile lingering silently. But in the next moment, every expression on his face froze. A sudden, icy chill poured down from the top of his head, as if his skull had been cracked open and icy water poured into it. This feeling could only be felt in nightmares.

No, not just nightmares. Not long ago, on Lianxia Mountain and Zuowang Peak, he had clearly experienced the same feeling. It wasn’t his own initiative, but rather the sharp, malicious threat from the outside world, a threat to his life.

He suddenly held his breath, his newly upgraded sensory abilities expanding to their limit in an instant. However, the intense stimulation dissipated into the wind and rain, leaving only a hint of coolness that slowly faded. He didn’t move again, but a turbulent wave surged within him. The pounding of his heart, like a drum, condensed into two words…

Qing Yin!

It was definitely her… And that bone-chilling chill just now was so familiar, unmistakably the pressure of the Slashing Sky Divine Sword.

That bitch had also arrived on the East China Sea. In the moment before, her gaze had swept over Li Xun with malicious intent.

“She’s within my sight.”

This sudden realization filled Li Xun’s mind, and he had to use all his strength to control his body from rushing out the moment it woke. If that were the case, he would undoubtedly be like a vicious dog chasing a bone, ultimately unable to escape Qing Yin’s toy.

Be calm, meticulous, and patient!

That bitch might not have anticipated the breakthrough in her perception abilities just now. If she still tried to escape using her old methods, Li Xun would have at least a 70% chance of locating her.

As he calculated this, Li Xun’s mind became clearer. He made no unnecessary movements. While ostensibly still monitoring the changes in the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s inner defenses, his complete attention was focused on the lingering chill.

This was Qing Yin’s remaining trace, the best clue to her capture.

Li Xun plunged once again into that empty, desolate world. He still couldn’t tell up from down, and in this chaotic chaos, there were no coordinates to refer to. However, his intuitive flash of inspiration spoke for itself. After a few moments, a bright, dazzling flame blazed in the void, marking his direction.

Li Xun’s figure suddenly vanished, and when he reappeared, he was in the center of a group of cultivators fleeing on swords.

He appeared seemingly out of thin air, yet the seven or eight unfortunate souls behind him, their bones and limbs broken, still pointed to his path.

These wandering cultivators, already devastated by this incident, instantly collapsed and scattered amidst screams.

Li Xun had no intention of annihilating them all. He simply stared at one of the yellow-robed Taoists wearing a jade crown, ignoring the panic and despair on his face, a smile spreading across his face.

“Master Qingyin, hello!”