Susannah hid within the sky filled with demonic aura, a seductive smile on her lips, gradually breaking down the defenses of Tai Li and Han Guang and other land immortals. The residual energy alone made He Qi and Yun He, among others, feel overwhelmed.
Just as she was about to sweep the battlefield and regain control of the situation, she suddenly felt a stirring in her heart. Before her, a man in a green robe stepped forth from the void. Above his head hovered chaotic auspicious clouds, and around his body, illusory long rivers seemed to flow. His eyes were deep and emotionless as he gazed at her. Then, with a flick of his extraordinary-looking immortal sword, he released five-colored sword beams that thickened everything nearby.
The Sword Formation of Slaying Fiends?
Susannah’s pair of crimson, crystal-clear eyes no longer carried their usual nonchalance but were instead filled with solemnity. Her expression turned grave, and in haste, she opened her mouth, spitting out a small white umbrella. Its surface resembled oiled paper, adorned with soft white fur.
The umbrella grew as it met the wind, supporting the sky above Susannah’s head. It seemed as if the space beneath the umbrella was a different world entirely.
At the same time, a presence surged forth like an ally declaring, “Let me assist you!” Sensing this, Susannah noticed an emperor-like figure emerging from her left, surrounded by sun, moon, and stars. High in the sky, he looked down upon her and slashed his golden-yellow long sword, exuding a mighty kingly aura.
On her right appeared an old, white-haired cultivator whose body gleamed with a metallic luster. With a point of his sword, layers of sword beams unfolded, ranging from the grand to the minute.
Meanwhile, the sword wielder in the green robe stood at an inexplicable height behind her, his sword naturally cleaving downward, as if striking every corner of the void.
The four sword beams fell together, boundless sword qi crisscrossing, entangling, and fusing. Time became space, matter became energy—a boiling, chaotic stew poured onto the giant white-furred umbrella.
Crack!
Under the Sword Formation of Slaying Fiends, visible cracks appeared on the umbrella. The boundaries between worlds began to blur. Susannah’s nine fox tails swiftly unfurled like twisting vines, resembling a horde of demons dancing wildly. They stretched out in all directions, attempting to reach Biyou Palace and searching for an escape route.
Crack!
Another fall of sword beams, and the white fur on the giant umbrella drifted off in the wind. It was clear the umbrella wouldn’t last much longer, and Susannah was in grave danger.
With Meng Qi, Gao Lan, Su Wuming, and Master Lu Da restraining Susannah within the Slaying Fiends Sword Formation, Tai Li and Han Guang broke free to confront Xu Bei, the “Yin Patriarch,” Shan Heng, the “Supreme Demon Lord,” and other followers of Golden Tortoise Island. Some were swept aside, while others were slowed down. Under the combined assault of powerful cultivators such as Yun He, He Qi, Qin Yue, Chi Di, and Ye Di, they were completely and decisively eliminated in just two or three fleeting moments.
Ten thousand calamities of yin spirits cannot attain sainthood. No matter how hard they schemed and struggled, in the end, it was all for naught… Lingering resentment from Xu Bei released a sigh.
Breaking free from the battle, Qin Yue, the “Corpse-Devouring Golden Immortal,” saw that Susannah, trapped within the Demon-Slaying Sword Formation, had lost her divine power and was barely managing to resist. He urgently shouted, “Fellow Daoists, spare Su Daji’s life! We must interrogate her for the antidote to the Nine Revolutions Li Xuan Pill!”
Without the antidote, next year on this day would be their funeral.
Meng Qi gave a slight nod. His Immortal Sword trembled once more, but this time, the sword rays transformed, growing increasingly fluid. He steered the entire Fiend-Slaying Sword Formation toward a temporal cleansing direction, ensnaring and restraining it.
Meng Qi himself also did not wish to kill Susannah directly within Biyou Palace, as that might easily awaken Mei Shan Da Sheng ahead of time—a being said to be so powerful that no one present could survive his first strike.
The four sword beams shot forth, their gleams forming an illusory long river that swallowed Susannah and her umbrella whole.
The white fur withered, and the cracks deepened. Within just a few moments, the giant umbrella reached the end of its existence. Susannah could only use her nine fox tails and secret treasures of the Shang Dynasty to form her final defense.
“Daji, surrender now!” Meng Qi loomed above, his voice deep and commanding.
Susannah’s eyes flickered, ready to respond, when suddenly she felt something and, ignoring everything else, turned her gaze toward the depths of Biyou Palace.
What had happened to Yuan Hong?
What was about to erupt?
At almost the same moment, Meng Qi also sensed an extremely terrifying danger brewing deep within Biyou Palace—an imminent threat that could sweep everything away.
How terrifying was this danger? Meng Qi could hardly describe it accurately with mere intuition, but his entire body prickled as if pierced by needles. Cold sweat poured down, and a rare tremor coursed through him. It seemed that if this danger erupted, it could destroy this place, destroy Biyou Palace, and shatter the fragment of the Primordial Chaos.
Meng Qi chose to trust this sudden, premonitory intuition, as well as his confidence in the Eight-Nine Mystical Art and the Dao Yi Seal.
A Heavenly Immortal unleashing his full power, like a supernova capable of destroying a galaxy, could only inflict shocking damage upon the fragment of the Primordial Chaos, but not completely shatter it. If this brewing danger could indeed destroy the fragment, then its terror was truly beyond comparison!
Escape!
They must flee immediately!
This was the only thought that surfaced in Meng Qi’s mind. At this moment, Master Lu Da, Su Wuming, and others also sensed the terrifying force about to erupt from the depths of Biyou Palace.
The sword beams retracted as they tried to flee from Biyou Palace, escape the fragment of the Primordial Chaos, and break away from Golden Tortoise Island. Susannah, enveloped in demonic aura with her crystal-like eyes flickering, also prepared to make a desperate escape.
Just then, she saw Tai Li blocking her path, five-colored divine lights—red, green, yellow, white, and black—restless behind him. In his hand, the Demon Sage Spear sealed off her escape route. Qin Yue and others who had consumed the Nine Revolutions Li Xuan Pill rushed forward regardless of the power gap.
Tai Li’s gaze was proud and cold as his voice echoed telepathically:
“Hand over the antidote to the Nine Revolutions Li Xuan Pill, or we all die here.”
If they didn’t force her to reveal the antidote now and allowed Susannah to escape into the unknown, they would be doomed after the New Year. With no other choice, they might as well go down together!
Susannah’s thoughts raced, her expression darkening slightly. Yet in the end, she quickly tossed out a bottle of antidote, hurling it into the air, forcing Tai Li and the others to risk grabbing it, deliberately irritating them.
Tai Li narrowed his eyes, uncertain whether the antidote was genuine. Should he grab it or continue blocking Susannah?
At that moment, the Heaven-Mandated Daoist let out a long sigh: “That is the real antidote. You are destined to escape unharmed.”
Tai Li swept his divine light, drawing the antidote and Qin Yue and the others into it. Meanwhile, Meng Qi spread his sleeve, revealing a chaotic expanse that absorbed Yun He Zhenren and He Qi, intending to flee with them, lest their escape speed as human immortals prove insufficient to evade the impending catastrophe.
Boom!
A muffled roar emanated from the depths of the earth. The Biyou Palace shook violently as pillars, tempered over millennia, began to crumble. Even the faintest leakage of the perilous aura was sufficient to push it to the verge of annihilation. Meng Qi mounted the Somersault Cloud, forming the Void Seal with his palm, and vanished in an instant, stepping into the Primordial Chaos!
Boom!
A bit of the dangerous aura leaked from the depths of Biyou Palace. The high sun above transformed into a blazing fireball, roaring downward, growing larger and larger until it nearly filled the heavens. Meng Qi stretched out his hand, piercing through layers of void. A massive fireball fell behind him, narrowly missing him.
Boom!
The land of the Primordial Chaos collapsed and cracked. Explosions followed one after another, unleashing terrifying shockwaves and blinding destruction. The residual force struck Meng Qi and the others.
The dim glow of chaos swayed, as if massive waves were surging. Meng Qi did not hesitate for even a second, fleeing frantically. Master Lu Da, Gao Lan, Su Wuming, Tai Li, and Susannah, among others, each unleashed their ultimate techniques, pressing forward while resisting, their auras significantly diminished.
Boom!
Deep within the earth, it seemed as if everything had turned to nothingness. One plate after another sank downward, vanishing into the unknown, leaving only darkness. One beast and bird after another returned to the white fur and were then reduced to ashes.
Complete collapse and destruction spread from Biyou Palace outward, and even the fragment of the Primordial Chaos could no longer support itself!
With a swoosh, Meng Qi broke through the barrier of void, escaping the fragment of the Primordial Chaos and fleeing Golden Tortoise Island. Around him, Master Lu Da and the others successively escaped.
At this moment, Meng Qi sensed that Golden Tortoise Island was like a sand sculpture, crumbling into destruction. The fragment of the Primordial Chaos collapsed inward, returning to nothingness.
Deep within the fragment, a single ancient long sword was embedded. On it were two indescribable yet instantly understandable characters:
“Qing Ping!”
At the point where the Qing Ping Sword pierced into the void, a mass of deep black, blood-like substance slowly writhed, yet could never escape.
Was the Qing Ping Sword here? As the thought arose in Meng Qi’s mind, a sudden clear and resonant bell chime rang in his ears.
Dang!
The sound traveled across the heavens, shaking countless realms. Meng Qi’s true soul and physical form simultaneously slowed, as if he had stepped into a slow-motion world.
This bell chime was even faster than light!
Accompanying the chime was an endless expanse of green light. As soon as it appeared, it filled Meng Qi’s vision, obscuring his sight of Master Lu Da and the others, clouding his thoughts.
Vaguely, it seemed as if divine light descended from the heavens, surrounded by vows of compassion, and the Pure Land of Emptiness opened its gates!
Meng Qi fell into slumber—a deep, long-forgotten sleep. Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he opened his eyes, seeing the blue sky and white clouds.
Had he been affected by the residual force of the battle between great beings? Meng Qi quickly checked himself and found no injuries, yet something still felt off.
Looking around, he found himself in the wilderness. The sky was high and vast, giving a sense of true boundlessness, different from the Real World, yet closer to the high sky of the Primordial Chaos fragment—though without its primordial and desolate aura.
“Could the residual force have thrown me into another world?” With his vast knowledge, Meng Qi pondered thoughtfully.
He stood up, calculated his direction, and chose a path to fly toward. Soon, he encountered several men riding mechanical flying birds. Their attire was close to that of the Middle Ancient Era.
If they could create mechanical flying birds, could this be a world skilled in machinery techniques? Meng Qi concealed his aura and approached with a smile: “Esteemed sirs, please wait a moment. This humble one has a question to ask.”
The flying birds halted. The leader was a middle-aged man with a decent appearance. He politely asked, “Is there anything troubling you, sir?”
“This humble one comes from afar and has temporarily lost his way. Might I ask for directions to the nearest city?” Meng Qi asked earnestly.
“The nearest city is Luo City. The Mind Sage is giving lectures there—you should go and listen!” The leader’s tone carried hidden excitement.
The Mind Sage is giving lectures there? The Mind Sage? Meng Qi’s gaze suddenly contracted, his heart surging.
Had the residual force thrown him back to the Middle Ancient Era?
Had he time-traveled into ancient times?
The atmosphere was getting stranger and stranger…
Where were Master Lu Da and the others?
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