Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 703: Chapter 646: This Is What We Must Do!

What’s inside the Xumi Bag?

Wang Xingzhi only knew that when Mu Zili handed it to him at the time, besides the matter of the Inquiry Stone, he had no other information.

But when Su Xiaoxiao saw the Xumi Bag, he completely changed.

His previously weak aura suddenly jolted, and he snatched it as if in a frenzy.

Without looking back, he flew back in the direction they came from.

"We’re going to rescue Wushang."

The group looked at his departing figure as if at a madman, then their expressions changed together.

"Stop him quickly."

Everyone thought Su Xiaoxiao had gone mad, wanting to single-handedly challenge eighteen Walking the Dao cultivators.

But ultimately, they couldn’t stop him; Su Xiaoxiao was returning, and Qiaopo and others were in pursuit.

Fourteen cultivators passed by the relentless Wandering Spirit Daoist, colliding head-on with Su Xiaoxiao.

Bian Zhuang’s small frame stood out among them, sneering continuously.

"Let’s see how you escape this time."

Qiaopo was already prepared to use the stone bridge to block the Celestial Chasm at any moment, while the others were ready to swarm.

The Knife Mountain, Oil Pots, Nether River, and Ghostly Realm, the vast void suddenly became incredibly dark.

However, this time Su Xiaoxiao’s expression was surprisingly calm; he pulled out the Xumi Bag under everyone’s gaze.

He tossed it coolly and unleashed a wave of spiritual power; the bag’s mouth swelled instantly, becoming as large as a doorway in no time.

The next change was even more startling to everyone present.

A series of auras burst forth from the mouth of the bag.

Not only did it frighten Qiaopo and others who were about to act, but it also stunned the pursuing Wang Xingzhi and others.

More than fifty Starlight Paths surged out of the Xumi Bag, followed by figures transforming into streams of light, flying out in unison.

"Cultivators of Walking the Dao? So many of them!"

Qiaopo was the first to retreat quietly, feeling a scalp-tingling numbness.

How could there be so many Walking the Dao cultivators inside?

"How could there be so many cultivators of Walking the Dao?"

The difference was that Wang Xingzhi asked directly.

When Mu Zili gave it to him, he didn’t say anything explicitly, besides asking him to convey some scolding words to Su Xiaoxiao.

So, although he apparently had a large group of Walking the Dao cultivators, he was still tragically hunted down.

If he had known there were so many strong allies inside, why would he ever need Han Yu to rescue him!

Releasing just a few would have been enough to topple a bunch of Initial Realm minions opposite him.

Only Su Xiaoxiao knew the Xumi Bag couldn’t possibly be used to hold anything else, only people.

And coincidentally, he knew Mu Zili’s direct subordinates included such a team of Walking the Dao cultivators.

Although he didn’t know how many were inside the Xumi Bag, his senior brother must have given him more rather than less.

So, this must be the team Mu Zili secretly sent to his junior brother.

This was the confidence Su Xiaoxiao had to return.

"Kill for me!"

Su Xiaoxiao forced himself to maintain his composure, shouting loudly.

...

The old Daoist and Han Yu lay simultaneously in the wasteland, one injured and the other maimed, both beyond their limits.

Han Yu didn’t even need to be mentioned; after his Sea of Consciousness was drained for the second time, the ocean of the Five Elements world had dried up.

The dense forest was withered, and the forest of flames was reduced to a flickering flame, about to be extinguished at any moment.

The land was cracked with countless fine fissures, and stones fell continuously from the gold mountain.

The whole picture was one of decline.

As for the physical body, even slight movement was excruciatingly painful, far worse than last time.

"Tsk tsk, honestly, any other cultivator would already be wondering how to dig their grave in this state."

No matter how many times he saw it, Han Yu’s tenacity always made the old Daoist amazed.

Even he couldn’t imagine surviving such injuries if he were in Han Yu’s place.

And yet this guy acted as if nothing happened; it was simply absurd.

"You talk as if you’re in better shape than me."

Han Yu turned his head with difficulty, giving the old Daoist a glance. This old guy exposed all his goosebumps; he was just skin and bones, looking incredibly gaunt.

With disheveled hair, he looked like a madman.

His old face was bloodless, even appearing on the brink of death.

Strangely, the old Daoist didn’t retort.

When Han Yu looked again in surprise, he found the old Daoist was sweating profusely, his face scrunched up, and enduring bitterly through gritted teeth.

This startled Han Yu, prompting him to speak quickly, "Are you okay?"

With difficulty, the old Daoist shook his head, turned his back, tears silently streaming down.

It hurt too much!

His internal organs felt like they were being burned by raging fire; his intestines seemed knotted, and especially the spiritual power, like a knife, was cutting painfully through his meridians.

This is still backlash.

Those thirty seconds during which enemies and allies were motionless due to the Celestial Edict were beyond his capability; he could only manage within three seconds, and the burden was immense.

This time, forcibly altering it not only resulted in severe injury on the spot, but now the backlash was almost fatal.

The two of them lay there for several two-hour periods until, under the starlit night, they finally saw Han Yu as the first to get up.

The external injuries had mostly healed. Though still painful, movement was no longer an issue.

The Sea of Consciousness, now a trickling stream gathering into a small river, seemed to have survived the side effect of drying up and started to recover.

Only the Daoist’s condition wasn’t so good. When Han Yu approached to check, he found the Daoist’s eyes closed tightly, with a painful look on his face.

"He fainted to escape the pain."

The Artifact Spirit said with a peculiar expression.

"Should we wake him up?"

Han Yu scratched his head, hesitantly.

Hiss!

The Artifact Spirit made a gasping gesture, looking at him as if he were crazy.

Are you still human?

The person could not bear the pain and had to rely on fainting to endure.

And you intend to wake him up?

What’s the grudge?

"But we can’t just leave him alone, can we?"

Han Yu sighed, helplessly looking to the sky.

No one knew if that old monster would catch up; staying there was ultimately not a good idea.

If he really had a way to find them, both would die right there.

"It’s not impossible."

This was also the Artifact Spirit’s concern; such a powerful person could easily do something.

The Daoist was able to place a mark on Han Yu, so the opponent might have similar means to locate them.

The best way was to carry the Daoist along. In case something happened, he could at least team up with the Daoist.

"What I’m afraid of is that he’s so badly injured that he might die halfway, and then it would be impossible to explain."

Han Yu muttered in frustration, speaking like that while already carrying the Daoist on his back unconsciously.

The power of the Sea of Consciousness was still recovering, but Han Yu’s physical body was full of explosive force, and with one stride, he vanished from the spot like a gust of wind.

After the events in the old city, Quan Xiaotong gathered the strongest remaining forces of the Central Continent.

This event served as a reminder that in the face of an overwhelming force, standing in the open was like being a living target.

Especially the more cultivators gathered, the worse the casualties when a disaster struck.

"With no way to escape to the heavens, we shall seek refuge underground!"

Mo Xiuwen, still fearful of the previous catastrophe, thought that if things had been just a few seconds off, he would have been buried with Celestial Wave Crossing amid the ruins.

Underground wasn’t necessarily absolutely safe, but at least it provided enough response time.

Ironically, those gathered here were the top cultivators of the Central Continent, but they could only take shelter underground.

"This can’t be accomplished overnight!"

Many thought it was too time-consuming and labor-intensive, likely requiring a massive amount of manpower.

"What I mean is to go to sea."

Mo Xiuwen interjected suddenly, which was actually not difficult but rather easy.

Was it harder to build an underground shelter, or to construct a Celestial Wave Crossing?

From his perspective, as long as the Celestial Wave Crossing was large enough and in sufficient quantity, creating a simple shielding array to isolate seawater wasn’t difficult.

Moreover, the Celestial Wave Crossing could soar through the sky or dive into the sea, and could move as needed at any time.

After his words, everyone’s eyes lit up.

Mo Xiuwen’s proposal was indeed excellent, being well-hidden and having the ability to relocate at any time.

If they had the capability to timely detect the situation above, they could even retreat early.

"To the sea it is!"

Quan Xiaotong made the decision right away and entrusted the task to Mo Xiuwen.

"First, gather the existing resources for immediate use; the new ones can be completed with the Celestial Craft Department with my people."

After thinking, Mo Xiuwen decided to first retrofit the existing ones for use.

As for better ones, they’d be built gradually later.

As for himself, he couldn’t handle these tasks due to being preoccupied with something far more important than this.

What’s more important than survival?

Everyone was curious about what Mo Xiuwen considered important.

Until he took out the drawings he had previously looked into with the Daoist and slowly unfurled them...

"Is this what you plan to do?"

After half a two-hour, Quan Xiaotong asked, his mouth dry.

Mo Xiuwen slowly shook his head, then took a deep breath before correcting him.

"This is what we are going to do!"