Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 685: Chapter 627: Lost in an Endless Loop

Su Xiaoxiao felt a little foolish beyond measure.

The eight thousand miles of Western Territory were vast and desolate. Searching with just their five people was no different from trying to find a needle in a haystack.

More importantly, he couldn’t understand this move by the Yama Hall at all. Let alone him, the other four were also racking their brains but couldn’t fathom what the other side was trying to accomplish with such a massive "karma."

"It seems like they want to trap the Central Continent, but it doesn’t quite feel like it."

Someone asked this question to Su Xiaoxiao in surprise.

There should be other ways to trap the Central Continent, but this feeling of neither trapping nor not trapping is really odd.

Not to mention trapping, even flying over, as long as you’re not seeking death by touching these karmas, there shouldn’t be any issues.

Yama Hall certainly wouldn’t do something so superfluous, so there must be another use for this black cloud.

"Continuing to search like this isn’t the solution either?"

Another person spoke up as well, having spent several days in the Western Territory without any results.

They even suspected that the opponent might have overlooked this place.

"I think the Central Continent is getting increasingly strange. If it doesn’t work out, should we go back and find Elder Mu?"

This time, it was Wushang Daoist who had come to his senses and spoke.

The situation in the Central Continent was becoming more and more bizarre, not only incomprehensible but also ominously foreboding.

Returning to find Mu Zili would at least provide the reassurance of having such a strong presence on their side.

Su Xiaoxiao frowned. Going back, he was afraid that once he returned, Mu Zili wouldn’t let him come out again.

Returning was possible; at least if he could cause some trouble for the Yama Hall here, he could say a few good words when he went back.

Coming down privately with some private debts and sneaking into the Central Continent, he was really afraid Mu Zili might settle accounts with him later and lock him up for a hundred and eighty years.

As for overlooking something, it’s impossible for the Yama Hall to have any oversight.

Su Xiaoxiao found nothing on his side, probably because he came and went in haste, just skimming the surface.

But it was different with Wang Xingzhi. He and Liu Zongyuan had significant gains.

As for what they gained?

"Forty cultivators besieging just the two of us, they sure hold us in high regard."

Wang Xingzhi was tied to Liu Zongyuan’s back, smiling wryly at the crowd closing in around them.

He could at least still manage a smile, but Liu Zongyuan’s face had turned pale with fright.

With so many cultivators, even without using those strange abilities, they could easily kill him with just their hands.

Before the opponents could even make a move, Wang Xingzhi spoke first.

"Let’s change positions quickly."

The change of position he mentioned left the group ready to make a move looking utterly dumbfounded.

Were the two of them disrobing?

Was the Celestial Dao Sect this wild?

Not at all, they were just untying the ropes on their bodies, and after loosening them with rustling sounds, they hurriedly tied them back on.

This time, it was Liu Zongyuan tied to Wang Xingzhi’s back.

"Playing tricks."

One cultivator made the first move, and then the rest followed suit.

With various techniques unleashed, the entire void was filled with brilliant light.

After taking just a few steps, Wang Xingzhi vanished from the spot with Liu Zongyuan.

This was a trick these two had come up with, and it was Wang Xingzhi’s sudden inspiration.

If losing oneself allowed for teleportation, could it work with another person?

After several attempts, it turned out to be possible, though rather awkward.

Whether holding hands or pulling someone along, not only was he unable to take anyone with him, but even he couldn’t leave.

But carrying someone, or having them hang on his body, worked.

In other words, they had to either hold or carry each other.

However, the image of two grown men embracing horizontally was too awkward, hard for either Liu Zongyuan or Wang Xingzhi to accept.

Finally, they opted for the next best thing—piggybacking!

There are always more solutions than problems; the issue of getting lost was perfectly resolved!

When there was nothing happening, Liu Zongyuan would carry him, and in times of trouble, he’d carry Liu Zongyuan.

Four streaks of the Milky Way flashed by, and Wang Xingzhi suddenly appeared behind one of the cultivators, both of them striking simultaneously with a backstab, triggering Liu Zongyuan’s side effect.

There were originally two Milky Way streaks, and then suddenly there were two more.

The unlucky guy who was backstabbed didn’t even have the chance to fight back before falling.

Many cultivators got angry and turned around to attack.

But how could Wang Xingzhi’s mysterious ability be understood by them? All their attacks hit nothing but air.

The momentum didn’t decrease one bit, the world roared, mountains collapsed, ground caved, all things were harmed, yet no one was hit.

Soon later, there was another scream.

Another cultivator was inexplicably backstabbed, almost driving the others mad with rage.

"Damn it, prepare to form ranks!"

Wang Xingzhi initially wanted to laugh aloud, thinking that such a formation was still ineffective against him, as he had become incredibly strong.

But the laughter didn’t last long; soon he couldn’t laugh anymore.

After ambushing two more people, they learned quickly and, after changing formation, became two ranks opposing each other.

This time, Wang Xingzhi felt uncomfortable.

No matter whose back he appeared behind, he was immediately discovered, and what awaited him was a barrage of attacks, forcing him to bite the bullet and keep moving.

His figure kept appearing behind this group, and he couldn’t escape.

Dead legs, hurry up and retreat!

Can you not stubbornly insist on staying here?

He couldn’t control himself as if he was tangled in an invisible loop with these people, no matter how he vanished, he would appear behind them the next moment.

With this, Wang Xingzhi couldn’t move on, and they were not letting him go.

The stalemate continued between both sides.

Han Yu arrived following the first location provided by Su Xingxing, just in time to witness this scene.

"I don’t know if it’s his positive influence under the blessing of the heavens that allowed you to meet him, or if the Celestial Secret Tower group accurately predicted this."

The Artifact Spirit laughed heartily in the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yu watched Wang Xingzhi and Liu Zongyuan appearing like conjoined twins within the formation repeatedly, amused.

Is this considered an infinite loop?

"What if I pretend I didn’t see anything?"

Han Yu suddenly wondered.

The Artifact Spirit tilted its head and thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "There’s a high chance it will just continue!"

But there is another possibility.

The positive effects wouldn’t put Wang Xingzhi in a dead end, and if Han Yu really turned around and left, when Wang Xingzhi reached a truly critical moment, he might break free.

"Should I leave?"

Han Yu chuckled wickedly.

Of course, it was a joke, and Liu Zongyuan was extremely sharp-eyed, spotting Han Yu from a mile away.

"Han... Sir, please help us."

Liu Zongyuan chose his words wisely, unable to call him ’friend’, too embarrassed to call him ’fellow Daoist’, and no face to call him ’senior’; ’Sir’ easily resolved the terminology dilemma.

However, the battlefield predicament still required Han Yu’s assistance.

Wang Xingzhi also turned his head, showing a hint of relief and fatigue. Han Yu’s arrival was perfect; finally, he could break free from this infinite loop.

If it continued like this, his mentality was about to collapse.

"Another one!"

A Yama Hall cultivator noticed Han Yu along the line of sight of the two men.

Now it’s difficult not to take action.

Formations quickly halved, with half of the numbers breaking formation and heading towards Han Yu.

As the giant tree’s phantom manifested instantly, Han Yu was about to unleash a sea of fire, but was stopped by the Artifact Spirit.

"Stop, you might lose control and unite these two ancestors; then you’d be in trouble again."

Han Yu quickly dispelled the fire with lingering fear, unable to forget the unpleasant memories.

Meanwhile, twenty cultivators simultaneously exerted their power, with half the sky filled with frost and snow, and the other half scorching hot with the sudden appearance of nether flames.

"This batch swapped with a team of the same abilities?"

Han Yu was taken aback, then immediately guessed a possibility.

"This indicates organized cultivation among Yama Hall’s ranks."

The Artifact Spirit also picked up on a clue.

The same abilities could potentially indicate that they were systematically cultivating these cultivators.

And what this speculation implies is that their numbers are extremely large.

Considering these cultivators’ coordinated abilities, even the largest sect in the Central Continent couldn’t cultivate identical cultivators like this.

This guess is incredibly unfriendly to the Central Continent; imagining a flood of cultivators rushing towards it was enough to make Han Yu’s scalp tingle.

"The Celestial Dao Sect might be the same."

The Artifact Spirit recalled the scene in the small world back then; just Mu Zili had three hundred cultivators under him during the hastily explored corner of the small world.

To confront Yama Hall, Celestial Dao Sect must be far from simple.

"Your Central Continent is truly unfortunate, caught between these two giants."

At times, the Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Central Continent.

After one person and one spirit finished their exchange, Han Yu grabbed the giant tree, making the phantom seem tangible, held it in arms, and charged forward.

With a sweep to the left, the wind reversed the frost and snow.

Another sweep to the right, the nether fire was nearly extinguished by the pressure.