When one of them, either Emperor Longqing or Chen Sansi, dies, only then will he make a move. This way, he can ensure his own safety while eliminating them both.
It’s best if the two of them perish together, leaving the Wind Queen’s Strange Door Plate for other uses later on.
The plan went smoothly.
The Chen brat, even if he sees through his identity, has no choice but to fight desperately against Longqing. But he never expected.
The Xuanzhu in this brat’s hands has Qingxuan Energy inside, exuding a terrifying pressure.
Making Huang Laojiu dare not act rashly; till now, he hasn’t figured out what it actually is.
But since the white robe doesn’t take the initiative to strike.
He won’t initiate either.
They all just drag it out ; after all, the Ancestor Vein will rejuvenate day by day.
But who would have thought...
This brat had his eyes on the Ancestor Vein all along!
If the Ancestor Vein gets destroyed, then everything will be over.
Can’t wait any longer!
Huang Laojiu has to take a gamble no matter what.
The fact that the other party hasn’t actively pursued him means that the things inside the Xuanzhu might not truly hold him back. Otherwise, why would there be a stalemate?
With the Ancestor Vein about to be destroyed, he can’t care about much else; wasting the Compass will just have to be endured!
Anyway, if one strike doesn’t succeed, he can still use the Golden Core Escape Technique to flee. In this realm, no one can stop him.
Amidst the clouds, Huang Laojiu’s entire aged arm transforms into a branch entwined with vines, with plant tendrils clearly visible below his neck, face, and even in his pupils. It’s as if he isn’t a Human Race cultivator. With a wave, his entire arm turns into soft wooden spikes that suddenly extend and appear hundreds of meters away in an instant.
As for everything behind.
The white robe ahead seems completely oblivious, only accelerating continuously towards the Mang Mountain Ancestor Vein.
Twenty years have passed.
From the fifty-eighth year of Longqing to the first year of Orthodox, Fang Qingyun has sat in a wheelchair for twenty years, and it’s the first time he enjoys the freedom of soaring.
As a child, Fang Qingyun loved chess, undefeated across the state at the age of eight, famed in the wilderness. Later, he was captivated by tales of seeking immortality from storybooks, but couldn’t find a method for a long time.
At sixteen, he joined Sun Xiangzong’s sect, mastering top-level swordsmanship in the Divine Continent, yet still yearning for immortality.
Until decades of Longqing had passed, Fang Qingyun finally found the ends of the earth, and under the guidance of an immortal, entered Sky Water Continent.
Possessing a Heavenly Grade Spiritual Root, he quickly became a true disciple of an upper-class Immortal Sect and met his lifelong love willing to become tao companions.
However, at that time, his master was tricked and trapped in the Capital City Prison, needing him to accomplish some tasks, he went without hesitation and ended up in this state...
So he never returned to the Sky Water, choosing to remain in the Divine Continent.
Having traveled and seen, he long let go of his obsession with seeking immortality.
The so-called immortals are no different from mortals, engaging in endless struggles.
The only regret is being unworthy of the fairy’s beauty, which is somewhat regrettable.
The journey was fraught with ups and downs.
He was once a Martial Arts prodigy with a Heavenly Grade Spirit Root, later becoming a world-renowned unrivaled strategist.
His life was indeed remarkable.
Fang Qingyun found himself outside the overlapping peaks, with vast stretches of undulating slopes and valleys ahead.
From the map deeply engraved in his mind, he found the name of this place—Luofeng Slope.
The scholar couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
"It’s a good final resting place!"
A genius in Martial Arts!
A prodigy in cultivation!
A master in warfare unmatched in the world!
Now, even in death, he could create a nation’s fortune.
Killing intent surged.
Wooden tendrils like sharp arrows pierced from behind, impaling the scholar’s chest, swiftly absorbing and converting his internal organs into nutrients. Blood spurted out like a blood-red lotus blooming under the sunset’s twilight.