Chapter 436: Chapter 411 Give Me Back My Heart_1
Looking at the deserted Purple Wing Immortal Ruins, Lu Yan’s heart sank slightly.
According to what Lin Yan said, the Purple Wing Immortal Ruins and the Golden Sun Immortal Ruins are the strongest among the nine immortal ruins, with the most immortals and likely where an Immortal Master undergoing the Primordial Spirit Ninth Rotation Crossing Tribulation Period exists.
Now that Immortal Master Purple Wing had escaped, it was like the opposing force had gained a Crossing Tribulation Period entity.
But since even the Immortal Master Purple Wing had escaped, why hasn’t he attacked the Martial Alliance yet?
Could it be that they’re waiting for all the Immortal Masters to escape, converge all their forces, and crush the Martial Alliance with thunder-like force?
If this is the case, then among the nine major Immortal Ruins, there may still be Immortal Masters who have not escaped.
Immortal Master Golden Sun.
Lu Yan instantly thought that perhaps, the Immortal Master Golden Sun had not yet escaped, and now all the immortals from each major Immortal Ruins might be concentrated in the Golden Sun Immortal Ruins.
Of course, this was just Lu Yan’s speculation, and it might not necessarily be true.
Lu Yan was pondering over what to do next.
Should he go straight to the Golden Sun Immortal Ruins?
Clearly, that wasn’t wise.
Entering the major gathered Immortal Ruins would be like entering a tiger’s den.
"If you want to free the Immortal Master, you need the Lifeblood Sword. I don’t know where the Lifeblood Sword is, but if I can get it, I can prevent the Immortal Master Golden Sun from escaping and decrease the number of fearsome opponents by one. That would greatly reduce my pressure."
"Let’s go to Da Chu Imperial City first. No, it’s now the Zhou Imperial City..."
In a flash of lightning, Lu Yan disappeared from the spot.
....
At the far eastern lands, in the boundless sea territory, a million miles away from the eastern coastline of the mainland, a massive warship was sailing against the wind and waves.
The warship was incomparably large, made entirely of metal, and the hull was engraved with mysterious patterns, forming a barrier that enveloped the entire ship.
In the midst of a raging storm, the warship was stable as a mountain.
On the deck, there were dozens of figures, gazing into the distance.
"There’s a reaction, sir, there’s finally a reaction from the Soul Plate again."
Suddenly, an ecstatic voice resounded. A skinny old man approached a young man in a brocade robe, handing over a copper plate with utmost respect.
"Where?"
The eyes of the young man in the brocade robe lit up.
"Right ahead of the warship. The reaction from the Soul Plate means that the other party is within a million miles from us."
The old man said.
"Good."
The brocade-robed young man nodded, "Fu Xinli was struck by my Spirit Slaying Finger and was severely wounded. Unless he has a miraculous encounter, there’s no hope of recovery. With his severe injury, running around in this Wild Ocean is suicidal. He is surely looking for a land to recover. There might be a piece of land within a million miles ahead. Proceed at full speed."
"The Three Emperors Command will ultimately be mine."
Towards the end of the sentence, the young man’s eyes burned with desire.
The warship was moving at full speed, covering hundreds of miles in an instant.
But not long after, the warship suddenly slowed down.
A thick fog suddenly rose from the sea ahead, severely limiting visibility.
The fog of the Wild Ocean was not like normal fog. Not only could it block sight, but it could also obstruct Spiritual Sense.
Those with insufficient Cultivation Level may get lost upon entering the fog and might never find their way out.
But the Cultivation Levels of the people on this warship were high enough not to take the fog into consideration. If it was a normal day, they would break through the fog in one go.
But this time, there was a paper boat in the fog.
On the paper boat was a woman with disheveled hair, dressed in white, sitting at the bow.
The paper boat was like a candle in the wind amidst the raging waves, swaying as if it would capsize at any moment.
Yet, it was approaching the warship at a rapid speed, undamaged by the wind and monstrous waves.
"Give me back my heart, give me back my heart..."
A cold voice floated over from the paper boat.
Only then did everyone see that there was a bloody hole in the woman’s chest, completely transparent, with the heart missing.
The people on the warship all showed discomfort on their faces.
Even the young man in the brocade robe looked solemn.
"What kind of ghost is that? Watch me destroy her."
A muscular man growled, his True Vigor surged, and the Heavenly Earth Power converged with Rule Power to form a gigantic war knife a hundred feet tall. It broke through the air and slashed towards the paper boat.
If Lu Yan and the others were here, they would have surely been astounded.
That’s because the muscular man’s Cultivation Level had actually reached Primordial Spirit’s Eighth Turn Unity Way, and he had mastered the complete rules.
The Unity Level attack was amazing, but when the War Knife approached the paper boat, it collapsed and disappeared on its own.
The muscular man’s face changed.
"Attack together."
On the warship, at least more than ten people attacked at once. And amazingly, all of these people had Cultivation Levels above the Unity Way.
Among them, a few had even surpassed the Unity Way and reached the Spiritual God of the Ninth Turn.
But when these more than ten people attacked together, the result was the same as when the muscular man attacked. Their attacks scattered when they approached the paper boat.
"Give me back my heart, give me back my heart..."
The paper boat was rapidly closing in and the same cold, resentful voice kept echoing, causing chill to run down their spines.
The brocade-robed young man snorted, took a step forward, and an indescribable aura radiated from him.
He made a grab in the air with his right hand, and it seemed like he had the space of a thousand miles in his grasp.
The sea water in the ocean area was surging violently, forming ten pythons made of seawater, each stretching a hundred miles long, hurling themselves at the paper boat.
This time, the pythons made of seawater did not disintegrate on their own, but came across considerable resistance when they neared the paper boat, and were kept at bay by an invisible force.
The next moment, the paper boat shone like a sharp sword, piercing through the ten pythons, continuing its advance towards the warship.
"It’s a ferocious creature, retreat..."
The brocade-robed young man looked bleak, power surged under his feet, prompting the warship to retreat rapidly.
It’s extremely dangerous for anyone below the Unity Way to enter the Wild Ocean. If you’re lucky, you’ll be fine. But if you’re not, you could die if you encounter any hazards.
But once the Cultivation Level reaches the Unity Way, it’s still very dangerous to enter the Wild Ocean. However, if you’re lucky enough, you might survive.
Once one steps into Immortality, travelling through the Wild Ocean becomes significantly less dangerous.
Unless they are extremely unlucky and encounter a terrifying beast.
The woman on the paper boat in front of them was clearly a beast.
"Give me my heart, give me my heart..."
The woman on the paper boat continued to speak as the craft drifted along, seemingly determined to keep up.
The young man in the brocade robe and his companions found it impossible to shake off the paper boat.
"You want a heart, I’ll give you one."
The brocaded young man suddenly reached out and grabbed a burly, armored man.
"Master..."
The big man was horrified.
"Don’t worry, just need to borrow your heart for a while. You won’t die."
With a surge of power from the brocade-robed young man’s palm, the burly man’s heart left his body and flew towards the paper boat.
The big man quickly took a few pills and started to heal his wounds.
Being a martial cultivator at the Seventh Transformation of Primordial Spirit stage, the burly man is full of life. Despite losing his heart, he would not die so easily - with time and resources, it could be repaired.
The woman on the paper boat happily grabbed the heart.
Taking the opportunity, the brocade-robed young man activated the warship, rapidly speeding away and leaving the paper boat out of sight.
But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the paper boat appeared not far away once again.
"That’s not my heart...give me my heart, give me my heart..."
The resentful voice carried over from the paper boat.
"How would I know where your heart has gone?"
The brocade-robed youth was frustrated. Faced with this strange creature, he had no idea what to do but to pilot the warship and flee.
But the paper boat continued to pursue relentlessly...
...
While Lu Yan was on his way to Wangu City, the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, he encountered many robust and powerful martial cultivators heading to Wangu City as well.
Moreover, he encountered more than one group along the way.
Lu Yan was curious.
Why were so many martial cultivators rushing to Wangu City from all directions? Was something major happening in Wangu City?
Lu Yan disguised himself as a sallow-faced, tall man of over two meters, purposefully crossing paths with a group of people.
"Fellow practitioners, are you all heading to Wangu City?"
Lu Yan saluted them with a fist-palms salute.
The group consisted of eight people, none of whom had a high cultivation level. The strongest of them was only a Sixth-level Master.
There were even two Martial Marquises among them.
After cautiously examining Lu Yan, an elderly man with white hair nodded and said, "Indeed!"
"On my journey, I encountered several groups all heading towards Wangu City. I’m quite curious, is something significant happening in Wangu City?"
Lu Yan asked curiously.
"Not a significant event, but indeed a good one."
The old man replied.
"Good news? Could you explain?"
Lu Yan asked.
"You don’t know?"
The older man asked.
Lu Yan shook his head.
"You should know about the Spirit Sect, right?"
The old man asked.
"The Spirit Sect?"
A thought struck Lu Yan. Could this matter be related to the Spirit Sect?
"I am familiar with the Spirit Sect, but how is this matter related to it?"
Lu Yan asked, pretending not to know.
"Indeed, the Spirit Sect has now become the state religion of the Zhou Dynasty. This time, they have announced to all corners of the world, calling martial cultivators globally to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to communicate with Martial Spirit. Anyone who wishes to follow the Martial Spirit path can participate."
The white-haired elder told him.
Lu Yan’s expression changed slightly. He said: "So, you fellows plan to follow the Martial Spirit path. But I’ve heard that while the Martial Spirit path has many advantages, it easily turns sinister, turning you into a Spirit Demon, making life worse than death."
"It seems you are indeed uninformed."
The chubby man on the side laughed, "That was in the past. Now, with the Spirit Sect collaborating with the Fairy Ruins, the latter is providing Secret Techniques and sacred places to suppress the sinister transformation of the Martial Spirit. The biggest drawback of the Martial Spirit path has been resolved. What’s there to be afraid of?"
"Exactly, besides, we’ve been stuck at a certain stage for many years and have been unable to break through, especially for people like me who are running out of time. If we don’t walk the Martial Spirit path, what else but to wait for death? After years of cultivation, how could we be content with this?"
The white-haired elder joined in.
"I see."
Lu Yan said understandingly.
"My friend, if you’re interested in Martial Spirit, you could come with us."
"Now that the Da Chu is no more, it is the era of the Zhou Dynasty. Walking the Martial Spirit way has become legitimate. There’s no need to worry about being targeted."
The group was lively with discussion,
Lu Yan sighed inwardly at how quickly the world changes.
In the past, everyone disliked those associated with Martial Spirit, but now people were scrambling for it.
But did the practice of Martial Spirit really have no drawbacks?
Could the Fairy Ruins truly suppress the adverse transformation of Martial Spirit?
Lu Yan was sceptical.
However, his curiosity urged him to go and see for himself. Thus, he nodded and said, "I’ve been cultivating painstakingly for many years, but my cultivation level has been difficult to break through. Since there’s an opportunity now, I’ll accompany you guys."
Lu Yan then randomly made up a name and introduced himself to the white-haired elder and the others. After their introductions, they formed a group and headed towards Wangu City.
