Chapter 1502: Every Ascender Has Been Caught

The process of ascension felt as if it were very long, and yet as if it were only an instant.

When Gong Gong Caiyu opened her eyes, she saw the azure sky of the Upper Realm, the vast spiritual energy all around, and faintly perceived the laws of heaven and earth, perfected to their utmost.

As well as her own body and divine soul, undergoing the baptism of ascension.

"Danger…"

A thought surfaced in Gong Gong Caiyu's heart.

She immediately concealed her form and flew away from the ruling center of the Thunder Flame Domain.

According to the records of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting's inheritance, the Sword Lord had already erased the auras of Northern Plains cultivators from the two great True Sects' ascension-detecting spiritual treasures, but whether this could be detected and repaired by a stronger being was unknown—one still had to plan for the worst.

In the training of Master Tushan maidservants, combat, killing, and stealth had always been the Top Priority.

Gong Gong Caiyu felt no unfamiliarity at this moment; she swiftly distanced herself, thinking silently to herself.

If the concealment within the True Sects' ascension-detecting spiritual treasure had already failed, and the ones coming to capture her were Soul Transformation cultivators of the True Sects, she would have a chance to escape.

If they were Void Refinement cultivators, then death was certain.

If they were a powerhouse of the Immortal Artifact Sect, then it was best to kill herself as quickly as possible, to avoid implicating the Sword Lord…

Suddenly, Gong Gong Caiyu's steps faltered.

Before her, at some unknown moment, a skin-and-bones old man had appeared—gaunt beyond compare, as if all the fat in his body had been roasted dry by fire, leaving only a tough skin wrapping a frame of fine steel.

This old man's eyes rolled about as he stared at Gong Gong Caiyu, a look of suspicion on his face.

"This…"

Gong Gong Caiyu's face showed a look of horror.

Her divine soul was trembling, quivering, as if she had beheld the heavens themselves!

Without any hesitation, she immediately activated the self-destruct restriction she had set at the very core of her divine soul; a terrifying, destructive aura erupted from deep within her body and divine soul, and she killed herself as quickly as possible—her flesh and divine soul swelling, then shattering into a cloud of blood mist.

If one were to watch in slow motion, one would see such a terrifying scene.

A petite girl of one and a half meters, her skin and flesh swelling like a balloon being inflated, cracking into countless fragments, then exploding into chunks of flesh and blood that scattered in all directions.

This self-destruct secret art, in Gong Gong Caiyu's estimation, could completely disregard the threat of a Void Refinement cultivator!

'Very smooth, no failure…'

In the final moments of her life, Gong Gong Caiyu breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of joy rising in her heart.

Even if those who came later—Heilou Xi and the others—leaked the information, that would be at least several hundred years from now; every day delayed was a gain.

For a powerhouse like him, even the span of a single breath was of tremendous use.

"Strange,"

"Truly a strange

ant—you clearly have no soul restriction on you?"

The suspicion in the withered old man's eye sockets deepened.

Seeing that the woman before him was about to die completely, he waved his hand.

Hum!

In an instant, a terrifying and unknown power descended, suppressing everything in the surroundings.

That scattering cloud of exploding flesh, blood mist, and bone fragments—as rapidly as they had shattered before, now restored, as if time itself had reversed; piece by piece, the bone and flesh fragments reassembled into a petite girl one and a half meters tall.

Her skin was covered in shocking streaks of blood, like porcelain that had been broken and then glued back together with fresh blood.

Even more terrifying, it was not only the flesh—within the flesh, her divine soul was the same.

Not one piece more, not one piece less—every fragment of the divine soul, every tiniest particle of the divine soul, was present, all reassembled whole.

Before such a being, suicide was an utter luxury.

If he did not wish you to die, you could never die.

Your life did not belong to you.

Ascension was a mistake…

Gong Gong Caiyu fell into utter despair.

"However,"

"You do have rather more backbone than the previous two."

The withered old man remarked with a hint of approval.

Of course, it was only a sliver of faint praise.

A being like this, who had lived through unknown ages, who had seen unknown numbers of people and events—the steadfast, the treacherous, the loyal, the betraying… all of it, every bit, made no difference.

Power alone was eternal.

"It seems then, among the Sword Lord's subordinates, you are somewhat more important than the previous two."

The withered old man murmured to himself.

He was speaking, yet no one present could possibly think he was addressing the woman before him—it could only be him talking to himself.

Because this woman was far too weak; she had no qualification whatsoever to communicate with him.

Gong Gong Caiyu's heart was a wasteland of despair.

Paying no heed to the withered old man's words, her divine soul spun at extreme speed, straining with all her might to reconstruct the self-destruction runes once more, seeking that one-in-ten-thousand chance of self-detonation.

All of this was, of course, futile.

A single strand of her hair flew into the air, landing in the withered old man's palm; with a pinch of two fingers, the hair became ash, and the ash was carried by the wind into the shape of a Bagua diagram.

"Got it!"

"Hahahaha… got it!"

The withered old man's eyes suddenly blazed bright, bright as the sun, and he burst into hearty laughter: "You came into contact with the Sword Lord within the last thousand years!"

"Hahahaha!"

"The Sword Son really didn't die, he escaped successfully!"

"That's what I said!"

"Pure Yang Sword

Son is cunning and despicable, greedy and shameless — how could he possibly be killed by a mere sword lightning, a mongrel, a dog-like thing? How could he possibly kill the Sword Son?"

"Hahahahaha…"

"Ah hahahahaha…"

The withered old man stood with his hands on his hips, laughing maniacally.

The myriad laws of the void trembled and shook from his laughter, and finally he even swayed left and right, breaking into an extremely ugly dance on the spot.

"The Sword Son ran off to the Border Wastes realm?"

Only after a long while did the withered old man stop his exhilarated laughter, and he added with a slight ache in his teeth: "Isn't this too cautious? Running so far? I've never seen a Sword Son with such a tiny courage."

"Also, how has the Sword Son been cultivating during this time… disguising himself as another Dao Merging cultivator to kill other Dao Merging cultivators again?"

"Over the years I've reviewed no fewer than a hundred thousand reports of Dao Merging cultivator battles, and not a single one matches."

"He really knows how to hide."

The withered old man remarked with a touch of admiration.

Being watched by the powers of Gedaxian Sect, including himself, he still managed to thrive, never getting caught, and even making people think he was dead.

Although the main reason was the Fortune-Suppressing Treasure on his body, which blocked divination, his ability to conceal himself was genuinely formidable.

"Good that he didn't die."

"Since he didn't die, and has advanced to Void Refinement, he'll come back sooner or later — only here has he the opponents he wants…"

The withered old man was completely relieved.

Time alone — to a Heavenly Being like him, with no path forward, what did it amount to?

He could outlast Void Refinement cultivators until they died of old age!

"Little thing,"

"In the intelligence those two sword cultivators confessed, you're the Sword Son's head maid?"

The withered old man finally cast a sliver of his gaze upon the ant before him.

The pressure around Gong Gong Caiyu loosened; she could already speak, and her divine sense and magic power resumed operation.

Yet she remained silent.

She did not trust the other party.

Moreover, she could sense that the terrifying being before her did not need her answer — this terrifying being had no interest in exchanging even a word with an ant.

"Since you're the Sword Son's head maid, then it's easy to arrange."

The withered old man deliberated for a moment and made his decision: "Five thousand years ago the Solar Lineage allotted the Sword Son thirty Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie realm domains as pastures. Go take them over and remodel these thirty Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie realm domains into the shape the Sword Son needs."

"Damn it!"

"The Solar Lineage is way too stingy!"

After a moment, the withered old man couldn't help cursing: "The Solar Yin-Yang Sword Son has over a hundred Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie realm domains, plus one Great Thousand World upper domain."

"My Pure Yang Sword Son alone can match two of those and then some, yet they only give this much!

"

"Are they really treating us like they're shooing away beggars? Huh?"

"Shit!"