After a little half incense time, the two women had already left for a long distance, and then as they were about to circle another hill, the atmosphere suddenly underwent a bizarre change.
The two women were taken aback, but did not stop, instead exchanged a glance.
"Go around it!!"
"Speed up!!"
Swish swish!
The Sword Rainbow became increasingly fierce.
However, a strange dark wall suddenly appeared in front, forcing the two women backward with a "thump".
As they turned again, another dark wall emerged behind them.
After several turns, three places, including the sky, were blocked, leaving only one passage.
And at the end of that passage appeared a female cultivator dressed in pure white, looking incomparably innocent.
The female cultivator held a green oiled paper umbrella, walking unhurriedly, and those three black walls were actually flowing out from her umbrella.
On closer inspection, they were not black walls at all, but a giant dark demon hand; the so-called three walls were just three fingers of that demon hand, and the remaining two fingers were closing like a lotus as the female cultivator approached, locking An Li and Yu Xuanwei’s retreat completely.
The female cultivator in white smiled and said, "Yanzhang Ancestor destroyed the shadow puppet surveillance, but... I have surveillance upon that surveillance puppet, so when you left, I noticed immediately."
Yu Xuanwei was silent for a moment, looking at the approaching female cultivator and said, "Susu, are you truly this heartless?"
The female cultivator in white smiled and said, "Just reveal Brother Song, won’t you?"
Yu Xuanwei angrily said, "Why doesn’t anyone believe he’s dead? Clearly... he hadn’t escaped from the void!"
The female cultivator in white said blandly, "Since you refuse to talk, don’t blame me for being heartless then."
She shifted her gaze to the petite female cultivator beside, smiling, "Little An Li, without your brother protecting... you are nothing. This world is still a bit too cruel for you. You shouldn’t wander outside aimlessly. The outside might not be better than here."
Without waiting for a response, the female cultivator in white gracefully leapt back, and the remaining two fingers of the demon hand completely closed, capturing Yu Xuanwei and An Li fully within the cage.
The two women struggled left and right inside the demon hand, but were like powerless birds in a cage, unable to escape. Soon, demonic energy within the demon hand transformed into dark shackles, binding the two women’s hands and feet, and once done, the demon hand released them.
Wang Susu’s umbrella flew out a shadow puppet koi, upon which she sat at the head, carrying the tightly bound two women back. Upon reaching the Formless Ancient Race’s camp, she directly handed them to an Elder stationed in the camp, who then passed them to a disciple of the race, instructing: "Escort them to the Ancestral Vein."
The two women showed desperate expressions, their gazes shifted and finally settled on a robust female cultivator, who was none other than Princess Xi. But at this moment, Princess Xi slightly turned her head, avoiding their gaze, only sighing softly after they had left.
The two women could do nothing but be escorted towards the Ancestral Vein.
They knew that now the Formless Ancestor was fighting in the Soul Threshold, but once he escapes, they would face an even stronger cage.
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High above...
A Divine Maiden in green stood in the wind, overlooking everything happening below.
Beside her stood a mysterious figure wearing a ghost face.
Tang Ningxin looked at the mysterious figure, respectfully saying, "Tang Yanzhang pretends to have fallen into depravity, indulging in revelry, merely feigning madness to numb us, so as to break free at the best opportunity. Now, he has succeeded... yet he has never understood your painstaking efforts."
The ghost-faced mysterious man sneered darkly, saying, "If not, how could they believe I was truly mad? How else would they gather themselves, saving me the trouble of doing so?"
He looked into the distance, saying, "Forget it, with or without him makes no difference; let him be, in my youth I was the same. Seeing him, I can’t help but feel proud he is my descendant, haha."
Saying so, he added, "Those two bait fish are of little value left, we’ll deal with them later when we’re back. First, let’s go block the entrance at the Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold. This time, anyone who enters, whatever their identity, must perish within, no survivor must escape.
This time, the Seven Great Bandits have colluded with the Sword Alliance, intending to betray me, but they will never know... who their real opponent is."
The old man’s name is Changsheng, seeking longevity.
The old man has no choice, being Immortal is not becoming Divine, without the protection of heaven and earth’s master, even becoming Divine, it is hard to escape the collapsing universe.
If the old man wishes to survive, to once more progress, he has no choice, Ningxin, do you understand?"
Tang Ningxin said, "Ningxin always understands."
After speaking, her fingers moved, changing the green garment to a blood garment, her pretty face also adorned with a ghastly ghost face.
In an instant, the mysterious figure transformed into a blood light and departed together with Tang Ningxin, heading afar, where they began skillfully ambushing, blocking the entrance of Tingsong Cliff.
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Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold, at the end...
The snow of Tumor Realm fell quietly, but none of the cultivators remaining here were weak, ignoring the freezing Cause and Effect.
Outside, their identities varied, yet none were not existences that could cause a stir in an area merely by stomping their feet.
On the left, the bandit leader’s eyes were blood red, his hair burning like flames, appearing ferocious and terrifying. He was the third bandit master among the Seven Great Bandits — Blood Shadow Master.
Blood Shadow Master was currently commanding a line of hundreds of blood-patterned flying sabers, weaving left and right.
Yet his opponent wasn’t someone from the Sword Alliance.
On the contrary, a silver-haired, immortal aura elder from the Sword Alliance was wielding a Water Profound Flying Sword, fighting alongside him.