275: Chapter 41 Prince Jiu (Thanks to Sister Laomian for the Alliance Leader) 275: Chapter 41 Prince Jiu (Thanks to Sister Laomian for the Alliance Leader) Although he said that,
Qin Wanyang still kept a wary mind.
He lifted his head, Divine Thought stirring as the Mei Xin Cave Heaven swiftly opened.
Before the eyes of Tai Shang House and Qiantian Palace disciples, he released a Flying Sword just like that.
The Flying Sword ascended against the heavy snow, transforming into a burst of fireworks at the zenith, and abruptly exploded.
Qi Yu was momentarily stunned before a furious expression appeared on his face.
“Enjoying alone is not as joyful as enjoying together.”
Qin Wanyang’s expression was calm, he softly said, “The Northern Hunt is originally a battle among heroes.
If this Secret Realm truly contains great fortune, should only these three enjoy it…
Would that not chill the hearts of other Daoists?”
The Divine Thought unleashed by the exploding Flying Sword spread widely, covering several miles.
the cultivators at the other end of the hunting ground on Li Lan Mountain could see it too.
Clearly, once this sword was sent out,
whether it be Yuqing Pavilion, Martial Sect, or any other faction, they all could see the anomaly on this Snow Mountain.
The thought process of Qin Wanyang was simple.
The depth of this Secret Realm was unknown and if there were any dangers… at least he wouldn’t be facing the danger alone!
Qin Wanyang waved his sleeves and stepped directly into the Secret Realm!
Atop the array on the summit of Li Lan Mountain, the sitting old man sighed softly.
Han Shan Venerable had a very good relationship with Qin Mansion.
For this Northern Hunt, as one of the supervision ship’s chief examiners, he could sit firm on Snow Mountain, protecting these genius cultivators from Da Chu.
This Secret Realm was extremely strange.
He had wanted to advise Qin Wanyang not to enter.
But ultimately, as the chief examiner, he could not interfere with the choices of the participants in the Northern Hunt.
Han Shan Venerable could only watch helplessly as Qin Wanyang entered the Secret Realm…
For some reason, he felt an ominous premonition.
After the formation was established, Han Shan Venerable’s Divine Thought’s sensing range expanded dozens of times, cloaking the entire Li Lan Mountain and Youyuan Mountain.
Yet he faintly felt that outside the barrier, a strong demonic power was lurking.
Han Shan Venerable took out the Token and spoke softly.
He contacted You Yuan Venerable outside the array with his Divine Thought.
The incident of Jiageng sinking alarmed the Imperial City.
After establishing the array, You Yuan Venerable rushed to the southern part of Snow Mountain to locate the remains of the Jiageng and investigate the scene.
“Have you found the remains of the Jiageng?”
Han Shan Venerable’s Divine Thought extended through the Token.
On the other side of the Snow Mountain,
You Yuan, clad in black, hovered in the air, feeling the trembling of the Token in his palm.
“…The remains of the Jiageng have been found.”
You Yuan’s expression was somewhat complex.
What lay before him now was not the Jiageng, but a ship’s hull scorched and charred like a long sword, slantingly embedded in Snow Mountain.
Countless black-red ashes drifted and scattered in the snow wind.
The ship had become wreckage.
The people had also become wreckage.
The cultivators aboard the entire Jiageng had all been meticulously slain.
“Is Xie Zhen still alive?”
Han Shan spoke softly.
This question did not receive a reply from You Yuan.
You Yuan Venerable, hovering in the air, sighed long and said, “The fate of the cultivators on Jiageng is uncertain.
It is still unclear who has survived…”
Yuan Jimo’s arrangement was indeed a clever scheme.
This ship filled with southern Evil Cultivators — if Xie Zhen were killed, it would achieve his goal.
If they were killed by Xie Zhen, then it would be a convenient cover-up.
Being the chief examiner, You Yuan could not continue to hold them accountable…
The entire ship had turned to ash.
How could one continue the investigation with such identities?
You Yuan narrowed his eyes.
He sensed a familiar presence, quickly descended, and landed atop the remains of the Jiageng.
This place had been burnt by Primordial Fire, nearly all Divine Souls’ presences had ceased…
But after the Primordial Fire had scorched this place, someone else had come here, leaving a “Divine Soul Mark” specific to the imperial office.
Having worked underground in the imperial office, You Yuan was very familiar with this kind of Divine Soul Mark.
“Qing Sun has been here.”
He retracted the signal, earnestly sensing the Divine Soul Mark left on the wreckage.
This soul thought drifted north, indicating a winding direction.
Qing Sun had anticipated that he would reach the Jiageng…
Was this “guiding” him?
Following this soul thought, You Yuan immediately set off, sweeping toward the next location.
Not long after, he arrived at Resentful Ghost Ridge.
he came to the place where Xie Zhen had slain the Death Soldier of Chi Ling City.
“There are traces of a major battle here, and…
there is a strong demonic aura.”
You Yuan’s Heart Lake sensed a danger inexplicably.
Suddenly, a towering figure appeared amid the imposing Snow Mountain.
The figure stood at the summit of the Snow Mountain.
The heavy snowstorm swept past, whitening the heavens and the earth.
The myriad threads of swirling wind and returning snow tightly entwined the towering figure.
You Yuan’s pupils suddenly constricted.
“This is a Venerable of the Yin God Realm from the Demon Country!”
He clenched the signal, preparing to immediately send his Divine Thought to Han Shan Venerable on Li Lan Mountain’s grand array.
However, in the next moment,
the man on the mountain peak emitted a golden radiance from his eyes, bursting forth with the roar of thunder, and in an instant, arrived.
A flash of golden light pierced through You Yuan’s shoulder, spraying a burst of fresh blood.
This event unfolded in the blink of an eye.
You Yuan, his face pale, held his shoulder and hastily retreated towards Li Lan Mountain.
However, the man’s gaze stuck closely to him.
The streak of golden light shattered the heavy snow and pierced through the earth, fast like a Flying Sword, relentlessly pursuing You Yuan’s form.
Even though he had turned into a black line, speeding extremely fast through the snowstorm, he still could not evade this gaze’s deadly chase!
With a high-pitched shriek that shook the heavens and the earth,
You Yuan summoned his dharma without hesitation — a pitch-black falcon shot toward the towering figure on the summit of Snow Mountain.