In the darkness of night, the Mosha Clan clone silently departed from Mengna City, soaring straight into the sky and returning to the spaceship of the Mechanical Race.
Inside the control chamber of the Mechanical Race spaceship.
Luo Feng sat on the sofa, his expression cold and stern, as he ordered in a low voice, “Depart. Head to Yangan Domain.” Immediately, the spaceship accelerated, rushing toward Yangan Domain.
“What’s wrong, Luo Feng?” Demon Babata also sat on the sofa.
“About fifty years ago, the Rainblade Sect was destroyed,” Luo Feng said with a furrowed brow. “All their elite forces were wiped out. The one who destroyed the Rainblade Sect… was actually their own senior disciple. Then, about thirty years ago, a silver-haired Mentalist appeared, killed that culprit, and left.”
“What about Xiao Nake?” asked Demon Babata.
“Based on the descriptions from those two guards, I suspect the silver-haired Mentalist is Xiao Nake,” Luo Feng replied. “I left him with Mentalist cultivation techniques back then. If my guess is correct, Nake likely went to Yangan Domain.”
“Hmm,” Demon Babata nodded.
Whoosh!
The Mechanical Race spaceship was swiftly flying through the void outside the Blood-Net World.
A day later, it arrived at the void outside Yangan Domain.
Following the usual method, the core remained within the Original Body, which stayed aboard the spaceship. The Mosha Clan clone quietly descended through the clouds and headed toward Yangan City.
…
Night.
The cold wind howled across a forest millions of kilometers outside Yangan City, within a cave in one of the cliffs.
Crackling fire burned, warming the cave.
“Dad,” said a tall, silver-haired young man as he laid out a cloth on the ground, conjuring food from thin air. “Let’s eat. We’ve fled far in one go—now we’re at least millions of kilometers from Yangan City. And we didn’t enter the city, choosing the wilderness instead. It won’t be easy for anyone to find us aimlessly wandering like this.”
“Mm.”
A middle-aged man with a weathered face and disheveled silver hair nodded. He picked up the fruit wine beside him, took the food laid out on the cloth, and began eating while smiling at the young man, his eyes brimming with joy and pride. He sighed, “Koko, you’ve matured so much compared to back then. To see you before I die—Heaven has been kind to me. Tell me, how did you suddenly disappear back then? I was frantic searching for you.”
“Dad,” Nake shook his head. “Let me explain everything in detail…”
Nake recounted the entire story, and as he spoke, Nab’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“So… I actually agreed to let you go with Master Feng? And then erased your memory?” Nab exclaimed in disbelief, then laughed. “Yeah, I probably would’ve done that. Tell me, how did you survive all these years? I can see… you’ve been through a lot.”
The natives of the Blood-Net World are naturally ‘Land-Level’ (Star-Level), and the vast expanse of the world gives rise to many unique bloodlines.
The Na family…
Their bloodline is somewhat unique too—in adulthood, all members turn silver-haired.
“Yes,” Nake, the silver-haired youth, began slowly. “Back then, I was taken away by Feng Gege…”
“That night, I fled Mengna City, vowing to avenge my master…”
“I met my other master in Tonglianshan.”
…
“I parted ways with my two sworn brothers and returned to Yangan City alone. Upon arriving, I altered my appearance by controlling my muscles and bones. Back then, not many experts in Yangan City recognized me. Now that I’ve reached Cloud-Level, I secretly investigated and learned that the family had been destroyed, yet you were still alive. I suspected a conspiracy and infiltrated the City Lord’s Mansion as a general. After half a year…”
Nake spoke for over an hour, recounting all the events of the past eighty years.
Nab looked at the young man before him in disbelief. This cautious, cunning, and decisive youth was so different from the once blindly devoted, hot-blooded, naive little Nake.
His son’s experiences had indeed been rich.
Mengna City, Tonglianshan, the Flame-Eyed Clan… each event Nake faced, each brush with death, had forged him into who he was today.
“You’ve grown up,” Nab murmured.
“I owe the most gratitude to Feng Gege,” the silver-haired youth smiled. “Feng Gege prepared so much for me. It was precisely because of that I was able to rise from every setback and eventually reach Cloud-Level… But Cloud-Level isn’t my goal. My goal is Domain-Level, even World-Level!”
“Mm,” Nab nodded, feeling deeply content.
He had bet right back then.
…
At this moment, in Yangan City.
Inside the City Lord’s Mansion.
“You’re saying… you can’t find them?” A purple-robed woman stood in the hall, coldly staring at the City Lord, “Puyang Wen.”
Puyang Wen bowed nervously, “It’s my fault, it’s my—”
“Explain yourself clearly!” The alluring woman in purple robes glared with frosty eyes.
“It was my oversight. I’ve already mobilized a million troops to scour the lands in every direction…” Puyang Wen’s forehead glistened with cold sweat. He was merely a Novice of the Domain Level, while the bewitching woman before him stood as an Expert of the Domain Level—moreover, she was the cherished disciple of World-Lord Siyong!
She could kill him at any moment! And the only task entrusted to him—monitoring Nab—had gone terribly wrong. How could he not be terrified?
“Fool!”
“Worthless!” The enchantress scoffed with a venomous smirk. “A million soldiers? You’ve already admitted it was your general’s blunder. That commander is a Cloud-Tier Mindwalker—his aerial velocity defies comprehension. Crossing millions of leagues means nothing to him. And you dispatch a mere million troops to scour the land in all directions? Are you truly this witless?”
(Note: Adjusted “妖媚” to “enchantress” for fantasy flavor, rendered “云级心灵大师” as “Cloud-Tier Mindwalker” to evoke mysticism, and amplified the rhetorical contempt with phrases like “witless” and “defies comprehension” to heighten the fantastical confrontation.)
Puyang Wen was stunned.
“Out! Out! Out!” The enchanting woman shrieked in fury.
“Yes,” Puyang Wen hastily retreated.
As he stepped out of the hall, the fear in his eyes was replaced with a flicker of disdain: “Yes, I’m a fool. If I weren’t a fool… how could you have supported me as City Lord back then? Just wait. When my master gives the order, we’ll see who’s the real fool!”
…
Inside the hall.
The enchanting woman cast a glance at Puyang Wen, shaking her head with a chilling smirk: “Utterly worthless. Fortunately, I never harbored any expectations for this fool from the start.”
Drip.
She turned her palm over, revealing a communication device. On its screen was a map with a glowing dot marking a location. The enchanting woman smirked: “Who’s been keeping such a close eye on me? I merely put him to sleep back then and slipped a tiny tracker into his wounded body. Now I can monitor his every move.”
Communicators, compared to spaceships, were billions of times easier to manufacture.
The World-Lords frequently outfitted their key lieutenants with communication devices. As the trusted confidante of World-Lord Siyong, the enchanting woman had no trouble acquiring an array of transmitters at her fingertips.
“Indeed, the distance is over millions of kilometers,” she mused with a smile. “I won’t capture him yet. I’ll just keep watching. That silver-haired man will likely take Nab to meet that mysterious expert, ‘Feng’.”
The enchanting woman swiftly dispatched a message to her master, Siyong.
Then, she flew out of the City Lord’s Mansion alone, soaring into the night sky toward the location of Nab and Nake.
“She is the strongest in Yangan City!”
“The Yangan City army is in turmoil, all searching for ‘Nab’ and the silver-haired general.”
“Indeed, that silver-haired Mentalist general must be Nake. And this woman… venturing out so late at night, she likely knows the whereabouts of Nab and Nake.” A shadowy figure pursued the enchanting woman into the night sky.
…
Even for a Domain-Expert at the eighth rank, flying millions of kilometers under the immense gravity of the Blood-Net World—capable of reaching 1000 kilometers per second—still took over three hours before she finally concealed herself in the forest.
“I won’t disturb them yet.”
“My lord will be here shortly. Then we can apprehend Feng. That enigmatic master Feng had the audacity to slay my two senior brothers and the Temple Envoy. He deserves death.” Perched upon a thick bough of a tree three meters wide, the bewitching woman stared coldly into the distance, her presence utterly concealed.
Domain-Experts were indeed skilled at concealing their presence.
At this very moment, a mysterious figure clad in dark robes stood silently behind the enchanting woman.
“Hmm?” The bewitching woman sensed something and cast a suspicious glance behind her. When she spotted the black-robed Luo Feng hovering in midair, her face turned deathly pale.
Black robe?
Short black hair? A young man?
“Are you Feng?” The bewitching woman’s expression darkened, her gaze fixed intently on the shadowy figure cloaked in black.
“You’ve been looking for me? Congratulations. You found me,” Black-Robed Luo Feng nodded.
Whoosh!
The enchanting woman’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent. In an instant, she unleashed a psychic assault, poised to strike again with her Mindblade weapon.
Buzz!
A radiant, hypnotic arc of light flashed—so breathtakingly beautiful it seemed almost bewitched. The alluring woman’s focus shattered, her consciousness tumbling into the abyss. As the blade’s gleam dissolved, Luo Feng slid his Bloodshadow Saber back into his spatial ring, fingers tightening around her throat with effortless dominance.
Only a small wound on her abdomen marked where the blade had pierced through, destroying her life-core and killing her instantly.
In terms of strength?
After eighty years of secluded cultivation, his internal world had absorbed vast quantities of precisely proportioned rare metals, achieving an efficiency rate of 52x. Eighty years equated to over 4,000 years of cultivation. The final three stages of Domain-Level—seventh, eighth, and ninth—each required 1,200 years. Advancing from Domain-Level Ninth to World-Lord First required around 5,000 years.
Currently…
Both the Golden-Horned Giant Beast and the Mosha Clan clone had reached Domain-Level Ninth. In terms of cultivation realm, they were even far beyond that! With the Mosha Clan clone capable of amplifying the power of laws dozens of times, the result was terrifyingly overwhelming.
“Who’s there!”
At the cave entrance, silver-haired Nake’s expression changed.
“It’s me,” Black-Robed Luo Feng descended from the sky, holding the corpse of the purple-robed woman.
“Feng… Feng Gege!” Nake’s eyes widened.
“Feng… Feng Daren!” Nab was also shocked.
Seeing the corpse in Luo Feng’s hand, the silver-haired youth was even more astonished: “This… this is the third disciple of World-Lord Siyong. She…”
Black-Robed Luo Feng casually tossed the woman’s corpse to the ground and said, “You’re in danger now. World-Lord Siyong is on his way.”
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