Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 702: Chapter 645: Your Honesty Displeases Me

A treacherous celestial decree suddenly burst from Meng Yun’s mouth as he charged into battle.

"Bastard!"

Meng Yun’s face darkened as he fell from midair, everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.

This kind of verbal magic was both a gimmick and an incredibly powerful Dao seed, something he absolutely detested.

The words from the old Daoist’s mouth clearly held no strength, yet made him unable to resist.

Seizing the moment Meng Yun fell, the old Daoist wielded Xu Yue and smashed down fiercely.

Dazzling sword intent exploded, releasing a brilliant light, followed by two figures colliding swiftly.

The clash of spiritual power was like a thousand drums beating in unison, continuous rumbling echoed.

The ruins of the old city were battered and collapsed.

In the skies, the Fire Phoenix was engulfed by a sea of blood.

Mid-air, the two figures fought fiercely, shaking heaven and earth.

The sea below continuously flooded, spilling several miles beyond.

Even so, Meng Yun still held the upper hand, the Ghostly Realm descended with him, shrouded in eerie shadows, causing all things to perish wherever it went.

In a matter of moments, the surroundings became a field of death.

A shuddering cry~~

A phoenix’s cry pierced the air, waves in the sea of blood began to surge, causing the Fire Phoenix’s dharma aspect to flicker, its scarlet feathers rustling down continuously.

The old Daoist constantly shifted positions but was always pinned down by his opponent’s killing intent.

The two entangled, their figures appearing and disappearing, as stars fell, clashing with shadows in the Netherworld Ghosts and Demons.

Noticing the changes in the sea of blood, the old Daoist shouted aloud.

"Break out."

The Artifact Spirit was also clamoring.

Participating in a battle of this level with a dharma aspect was already incredible.

But this time, the consumption was too great, unlike any previous encounter with Lei Wang and others.

The sea of blood continuously drained Han Yu’s sea of consciousness power.

If not for the dharma aspect of combined wood and fire, Han Yu wouldn’t even have the chance to contend with the sea of blood.

"Use the remaining strength, break free."

The Artifact Spirit shouted.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, looked back, seeing nothing but a red ocean all around.

A phoenix turned its head, and the colossal figure flapped its wings, fighting to break out the way it came in.

The battle became increasingly difficult for the old Daoist, while Meng Yun’s methods were few, his power was overwhelming, a notch above in cultivation, making it hard to deal with.

If not for Han Yu restraining the sea of blood, he would have been defeated long ago.

Feeling retreat was needed, he aimed to pull Han Yu along in withdrawal.

"In thirty breaths, if either of us moves, spiritual power will backfire."

Suddenly, the old Daoist showed a resolute expression and quickly unleashed the celestial decree.

This time, the celestial decree apparently triggered some kind of taboo, as soon as spoken, the old Daoist’s face visibly withered.

At this moment, the Fire Phoenix burst from the sea of blood.

"Quick, take me away."

The old Daoist stood motionless, daring not move, only sending his voice.

In less than twenty breaths, Meng Yun’s face changed repeatedly, wanting to strike, but feared the backlash of spiritual power.

As Han Yu dove down, he carried the old Daoist with the dharma aspect, swiftly fleeing beyond the sky.

After traveling a hundred miles, perhaps past time, the old Daoist suddenly spat black blood, and at the same time, the Artifact Spirit screamed within the sea of consciousness.

"You’ve run out of strength!"

As fortune would have it, at the moment the Artifact Spirit shouted, the Fire Phoenix burst into sparks, scattered and disintegrated.

Han Yu’s body went limp and plummeted down.

The old Daoist, summoning his strength, immediately caught him mid-air, then cleaved a celestial chasm and swiftly entered.

Moments later, Meng Yun, full of killing intent, arrived, only to sense the opposing aura severed here, stamping his foot in frustration.

"Bastard!"

Meng Yun, breath heavy with anger, couldn’t believe the foes had escaped, infuriating him.

Unwillingly, he manifested a ghostly realm on the spot, where a sinister ghost shadow tore open a rift, stepping into it the next moment.

The old Daoist, stumbling, carried Han Yu, continuously slashing through celestial chasms, first from east to west, then turned southward twice.

Even if Meng Yun wanted to pursue, it would be extremely difficult.

The old Daoist glanced at Han Yu’s current state, shook his head heavily.

"I thought your dharma aspect was astounding, never expected the side effects to be greater."

In his current state, resembling a roasted meat, emitting a fragrance of meat, while his body appeared cracked with lines.

"If you were a proper cultivator, treating these wounds would be a waste of miracle medicine."

Such injuries implied internal damage was much worse, not to mention, all his meridians were probably utterly destroyed.

Impossible to treat.

"Fortunately, you’re not a proper cultivator."

The old Daoist couldn’t help but feel relieved for him.

The Artifact Spirit echoed within the sea of consciousness, "If you were a normal cultivator, grass would have long grown over your grave."

Luckily, Han Yu trod the path of the flesh body, as long as he wasn’t dead, his body’s powerful recovery ability would eventually see him through.

Back then, even after reducing to a skeleton, Han Yu could regenerate flesh and blood, showing just how tenacious his life force was.

"I never imagined our relationship was so deep, for you to risk your life to help me."

Han Yu’s selfless aid deeply moved the old Daoist.

Han Yu, barely alive, weakly lifted his head, struggling to move his lips.

"What relationship, that damned old turtle killed my friend!"

Thinking of Mo Xiuwen buried in the ruins, Han Yu felt immense sorrow.

He’d already planned, once his strength increased, to first deal with that old bastard, turning him mortal, then finding an outhouse to drown him.

"Uh... they didn’t die."

The old Daoist suddenly stunned, then spoke with a peculiar look.

So, this kid wasn’t risking his life for him?

Was he moved for nothing?

The old Daoist couldn’t help but feel the urge to throw people away at will.

Han Yu also felt an impulse to curse, both angry and pleased, a mix beyond words.

"It was that kid’s first batch of Celestial Travel Jade that saved him."

The old Daoist sighed. Just before Meng Yun’s attack, he felt a premonition and promptly issued a warning.

He wouldn’t dare say everyone could evacuate, but the natives fiddling with mechanisms on his side successfully escaped.

"Then why didn’t you say it earlier?"

Han Yu couldn’t help his anger; his rising chest pulled at his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"The key point is, you didn’t ask; you just barged in with your Dharma Aspect."

The old Daoist replied irritably, then tossed out a question without thinking.

"If I had said it at the time, would you have still come to help me?"

To be honest, without Han Yu’s intervention to hold back the Blood Sea, escaping today would have been uncertain, with life or death hanging in the balance.

Han Yu was very candid, so candid it pained the old Daoist’s heart.

"No."

Kidding, who would willingly seek death?

"Very well, your honesty makes me very unhappy."

The old Daoist cursed through gritted teeth.

...

Su Xiaoxiao and the others were in similarly dire straits, hunted by thirty-four Walking the Dao cultivators and Bridge Granny’s stone bridge over the Celestial Chasm.

It was truly a situation where there was no way to heaven, no door to earth.

The Wandering Spirit Daoist had already exerted his utmost, able to block most attacks with his own body.

But he couldn’t possibly guard from all directions, so the remaining four had to fend off attacks from other angles themselves.

At first, it was fine, but as time went on, holding the situation became increasingly difficult.

The opponents weren’t fools; knowing the Wandering Spirit Daoist’s weirdness, they wouldn’t waste effort on him.

As a result, Su Xiaoxiao and the others’ disadvantages continued to grow, ultimately leaving them only able to take hits passively.

On Bridge Granny’s side, the four finally felt some pride; with such an advantage, if they couldn’t kill Su Xiaoxiao and the others, they wouldn’t have the face to return.

Thirty Walking the Dao cultivators acted in unison, and a phenomenon gathered.

In the void, a giant stone sculpture of a Dharma Aspect suddenly appeared, ten feet tall, three-headed, six-legged, without arms, with a single eye, four ears, and a mouth without a nose.

A Ghostly Realm also spread out, and with the combined efforts of thirty cultivators, the Ghostly Realm expanded to five miles.

The stone monster seemed to awaken within the Ghostly Realm, blinking suddenly, then moving.

In a single step, it reached Su Xiaoxiao and the others, towering overhead and stomping down with its massive feet repeatedly.

Aside from the Wandering Spirit Daoist, the other four were simultaneously sent flying, especially the two farther from him, who stained the sky with their blood.

By the time Su Xiaoxiao barely steadied himself, he turned back to witness this scene, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Die!"

He roared skyward, resolutely taking out an item from his bosom.

This was his last resort, meant to be reserved for the best opportunity to catch the enemy off guard.

He hadn’t expected casualties on his side first; any further hesitation could mean losing the chance to use it.

Moreover, the Dharma Aspect, gathering the power of over thirty Walking the Dao cultivators, was absolutely something they couldn’t withstand.

At that moment, the six-legged stone sculpture attacked again, while numerous cultivators also acted together.

A crystalline jade slip emitted a gorgeous glow, five-colored rays of light sweeping out in five different directions.

The stone sculpture Dharma Aspect bore the brunt, and as it was hit by the glow, it was completely annihilated.

Another sixteen cultivators caught within the glow’s range exploded in mid-air like clay chickens and pottery dogs, turning into a blood mist.

Seizing the opportunity of Mu Zili’s five-colored glow, Su Xiaoxiao immediately regrouped with the remaining two.

"Retreat!"

He and the other seized the Wandering Spirit Daoist, transforming into streaks of light without looking back.

"Don’t let them escape."

Bridge Granny’s expression turned pale as she felt a sense of luck; it was fortunate the jade slip wasn’t aimed at them, or they might have fallen on the spot.

Was the five-colored glow powerful?

Absolutely, it was extremely powerful!

It instantly killed sixteen Walking the Dao cultivators, and after surviving the disaster, terror was followed by intense killing intent.

Behind the three streaks of light, eighteen long tails pursued them, growing ever closer.

Su Xiaoxiao’s expression was bleak, feeling like he was at the end of the road, bitterness flooding his heart.

His last resort had been used, yet the situation remained two fists against four hands.

"We’re probably done for; I’ve let you down."

Su Xiaoxiao confessed with guilt.

If it weren’t for him leading them here, if it weren’t for him bringing them into the Central Continent, they wouldn’t be in such a situation.

"After thousands of years of conflict, who hasn’t seen death?"

The Wandering Spirit Daoist woke up at that moment, shaking his head and sighing.

The next moment, he abruptly broke free from the two, turning back.

"I’ll hold them off, you go."

This was already the best option; his abilities could make him fearless of any means this group might have.

Perhaps he could remain unharmed.

Perhaps the opponents could think of a way to deal with him.

As he held off the eighteen streaks of light, he shouted to Su Xiaoxiao one last time.

"Go!"

The loud commotion behind them gradually faded away, yet Su Xiaoxiao’s heart continued to sink.

"My lord!"

A faint voice came from afar. When the two looked up, twelve figures were rushing in from opposite directions.

Liu Zongyuan, with Wang Xingzhi on his back, met them first. Before he could speak, Su Xiaoxiao said with a grim expression, "Why did you come here?"

Coming here was a death sentence.

How could twelve Initial Realm cultivators with two defeated souls do anything against a group of Walking the Dao cultivators?

Until Wang Xingzhi pulled out a Sumeru Bag.