Chapter 315: 315. Chapter 311 Cosmic Forbidden Zone

315. Chapter 311 Cosmic Forbidden Zone

Seeing their conversation, the Tianzong disciple nearby also realized that this cultivator who suddenly appeared was Qinghuan's summoned helper; the leading Tianzong disciple gave a cold snort and said:

I advise you not to meddle; offending our Tianzong Sect won't end well for you!

Regarding the language of these cosmic cultivators, Longling's avatar is special, able to directly comprehend on a spiritual level, making communication not difficult.

Longling's avatar narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing across his pupils, yet he spoke nonchalantly, 'What can Tianzong do? If I say I'll take care of this meddling, then I will!'

Unexpectedly, Longling's avatar showed no fear at all, instead provoking with words; the disciple who spoke instantly flew into a rage.

Then go die!

As his words hit the ground, the disciple curled his fingers into claws, blazing flames erupting from his palm, a rolling heat wave surging forward, even the surrounding air becoming extremely distorted.

In the void, the violent turmoil of countless fire elements condensed into a pair of huge hands, bearing unmatched pressure, like towering mountains, crushing toward the two.

Longling's avatar seemed to have anticipated his move, his body flickering slightly to the side like drifting clouds and swift wind, evading the attack.

The huge hand was massive, yet its attack speed was astonishingly fast; each strike left scorching marks in the air, even the land turning blackened.

Longling's avatar showed no fear, his slender white hands forming intricate seals in the air, white mist swirling around him, his refined face growing ever more stern.

One Qi transforms into White Bone!

As his words fell, the white bone formed from mist quickly condensed before everyone's eyes; the white bone's black eye sockets seemed to contain the power of the heavenly stars, every movement bearing primordial strength.

No one could clearly see the white bone's movement; using bone as a blade, a fierce gust suddenly erupted in the air, slamming hard onto the huge hand formed from converging flames.

Boom!

The sharp bone blade pierced the center of the huge hand, a chilling aura spreading continuously; countless sparks rained down from midair, leaving the barren ground riddled with more pits.

As the huge hand slowly dissipated, the previous disciple spat a mouthful of blood; the others rushed over, shouting, 'Senior Brother, are you alright?'

Only then did one see that on the disciple's hand at the same spot, a blood hole had appeared, with steady blood flowing out, falling to the ground and nearly pooling into a small stream.

Due to the pain, the disciples' expressions twisted; he shouted angrily, 'What are you standing there for? Come on together, seize them!'

The other disciples unleashed various means, attacking Longling's avatar; he dodged while observing them.

It was clear that these disciples' attack methods also drew spiritual power from heaven and earth for their own use, but the way they manipulated spiritual power differed from Ye Qin's, even to the point of being worlds apart.

Each system has different cultivation methods; on Earth, Ye Qin's cultivation relied entirely on his own enlightenment, explored step by step.

At this moment, upon first seeing other systems, he felt an extraordinary sense of novelty.

Those few Tianzong disciples were also greatly surprised; the spiritual power fluctuations of this cultivator before them were very strange.

Whether he deliberately concealed it or carried some Dharma Implement masking his cultivation level, making his depth unfathomable, yet he moved with ease under their siege.

Most shocking of all was Qinghuan; when they first met, she could sense that Longling's avatar's cultivation should not exceed hers, but this time upon meeting, their cultivation levels were nearly equal.

Such cultivation speed is truly awe-inspiring.

Qinghuan spoke up to remind: 'Fellow Daoist Longling, we must settle this quickly; be careful, there may still be pursuers behind.'

Fortunately, the ones who arrived this time were disciples of the Migration Office, equivalent to outer sect members, far from the sect's core; otherwise they wouldn't have been sent to the barbaric lands at the edge of the universe to build signal towers.

If they were core disciples, or even elders arriving, Longling's avatar would likely not find the battle so easy.

Longling's avatar also knew that prolonging the fight would be meaningless; those few Tianzong disciples also saw through the two's plan, becoming increasingly troublesome, giving them no chance to escape.

Want to run? Not that easy!

Ye Qin's expression turned icy; for a moment his pupils became vertical slits, flashing with an extremely cold luster, utterly inhuman; as he faced the Tianzong disciples in battle, they caught sight of it and were momentarily dazed.

On the battlefield, even a half-second mistake can bring about unimaginable changes to the situation.

Seizing that brief opportunity, Ye Qin broke out of their encirclement, his aura growing ever more fierce; he slashed his fingers through the air.

Countless green lights gathered in midair, the air's fluctuations becoming ever more distinct; accompanied by a deafening roar, a verdant creature condensed into form in the air.

Roar!

This suddenly appearing creature is massive, stretching hundreds of miles; its towering horns reveal endless majesty, riding clouds and mist, immensely imposing; its beastly eyes make one's blood run cold.

It looks down upon the ants below, as if an ancient divine beast has awakened.

If there were someone from the Great Xia here, they would certainly not be unfamiliar with such a creature; it is exactly the legendary — dragon.

But for those of the Cosmic Cultivation Civilization, they had never seen such a strange creature; they were stunned, exclaiming, 'What is this?! How have I never seen it before!'

The pressure emanating from it is terribly fierce! Could there really be such a Divine Ability transformation technique?!

The creature before them is incredibly lifelike, not at all like an illusion; its scales are like divine weapons, flashing with icy, sharp light.

Its towering horns resemble ancient trees with twisted roots, not to mention those powerful claws, which could easily destroy a small celestial body.

The Tianzong disciples were stunned speechless; as the Azure Dragon roared without cease, it suddenly charged at them, the massive airflow it kicked up overturning everyone to the ground.

For a moment, people and beasts were overturned; various Divine Ability techniques struck the dragon's body, yet it was like scratching an itch — there was hardly any reaction at all.

A single breath of dragon fire blasted them far away; having already been at a disadvantage in the earlier fight with Longling's avatar, now it was adding insult to injury.

Even Qinghuan was stunned in place, her beautiful eyes wide, unable to recover for a long time; this creature was truly formidable — how exactly did Fellow Daoist Longling achieve this.

Hurry up and leave!

Hearing the voice from beside, Qinghuan finally reacted, looking at the disheveled Tianzong disciples, then glancing at the calm Longling's avatar.

'Fellow Daoist Longling, what Divine Ability technique is this? I've never seen such a creature before.'

Longling's avatar did not answer her question: 'Let's first leave this place of right and wrong; I'll explain slowly later.'

Qinghuan nodded; the two figures instantly vanished from the spot.

After Longling's avatar disappeared, lacking spiritual power support, the Azure Dragon also turned into green light and dissipated in midair; several Tianzong disciples stared at the direction the two fled, their expressions instantly turning grim to the extreme.

The leading disciple suddenly turned to the person who had just zoned out, slapping him across the face: 'What were you doing just now? If you hadn't spaced out, we would have already caught those two; how could we let them escape?'

That disciple covered his swollen half-face, speaking somewhat incoherently: 'Senior Brother, sorry, it's just that the woman suddenly turned into vertical pupils; I found it extremely eerie, my heart panicked, so I — '

'Vertical pupils or not, you probably just saw things wrong; now that we haven't caught anyone, how are we to return and report to the elders?!'

Tianzong Migration Office temporary base.

Although called a temporary base, it is actually a garrison built for constructing the Signal Tower, intended for passing disciples to rest.

Signal Tower is not far away, its whole body pitch black, flashing with a cold luster, and beneath it there is a base, on the base is a huge radiating-shaped object, aimed at the vast void of the universe.

Invisible ripples spread outward, and the entire instrument emits a strange aura.

Compared to the many disciples before, now the workforce has greatly diminished, many tools have been put away, the project is nearing completion, and it no longer requires as many people as at the start; it won't take much longer to finish.

The several disciples who had previously pursued Qinghuan knelt on the ground; standing before them was a middle-aged man who looked about forty, though he had actually lived for several hundred years, with tiger eyes and sword-like brows, his aura imposing even without anger.

The leading disciple spoke cautiously, "Please forgive us, Elder Ming; we failed to bring back that female cultivator."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man flew into a rage.

"You're a bunch of good-for-nothings—so many people sent after a single female cultivator, not only losing her but also getting seriously injured yourselves; how splendid."

The middle-aged man is Elder Ming of the Migration Bureau, normally responsible for urging the construction of the Signal Tower, also acting as a supervisor, wielding considerable authority; facing Elder Ming's anger, the several disciples dared not even breathe.

"Reporting to Elder Ming, we were about to capture that female cultivator, but her companion appeared out of nowhere—extremely strange, unknown origin; we couldn't gauge her cultivation level at all, nor her method of attack."

"She even summoned an extremely strange creature to fight alongside us, and that creature was also very peculiar."

Hearing the disciples' description, Elder Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression also somewhat doubtful, "Where did this female cultivator come from, daring to oppose our Heavenly Sect?"

He let out a cold snort, his expression suddenly turning icy, "That female cultivator earlier was wounded; she surely couldn't have gone far—I don't believe it, could you really let these two women escape?"

"Anyone who offends our Heavenly Sect comes to no good end; reinforce the manpower, even if they flee to the depths of the universe, we must capture these two!"

Following Elder Ming's orders, countless streams of light flew out from the base, all Heavenly Sect disciples sent to capture Qinghuan and Longling's avatar.

The distant, profound universe was like a black curtain draped over the stars big and small, two streaks of light racing like fireflies.

At this moment, Longling's avatar was leading Qinghuan in flight; after all, the Heavenly Sect numbered many, and rashly clashing with them was clearly unwise.

Moreover, Qinghuan was seriously injured; the urgent priority was to find a place to heal, not to cause further trouble.

Seeing the companion's face suddenly turn deathly pale, Qinghuan's body had reached the end of its tether, and Longling's avatar couldn't help but worry.

"Why not rest a while and circulate your energy to heal your wounds?"

Qinghuan bit her lip, then shook her head, "No, the Heavenly Sect's pursuers are close behind; if we stop rashly, we'll easily be caught."

After the recent battle, the Heavenly Sect will surely send even more forces, leaving no effort spared in encircling and annihilating them.

"But given your condition, if you don't receive timely treatment and rest, then—"

Longling's avatar wanted to speak but held back; Qinghuan understood her meaning, as if she had made a certain resolve.

"Fellow Daoist Longling, I'm already grateful that you came to aid me this time; to avoid burdening you, we should go our separate ways—even if the Heavenly Sect's pursuers catch up, at least one of us could still escape."

Given Qinghuan's current state, if the Heavenly Sect's pursuers really catch up, there would be nothing but a dead end.

Longling's avatar shook his head, "Since I've come, I certainly won't abandon the effort midway; we'll go together."

Qinghuan's gaze showed she was moved; seeing Longling's resolve firm, she let out a soft sigh.

"If I manage to escape this calamity, I will surely repay this great kindness with all my effort."

As the two were talking, Longling's avatar seemed to sense something, his gaze falling upon the void, "It looks like the Heavenly Sect's pursuers have caught up."

"What! So fast!"

Qinghuan startled, quickly followed his gaze, and saw several faint streaks of light tearing through the dark universe.

"How could the Heavenly Sect possibly have discovered our whereabouts so quickly?!"

Qinghuan's face turned deathly pale, as if realizing something; she saw her hands emanating a chill, a pale blue spiritual power, which she pressed hard against her wound.

In the blink of an eye, a wisp of black smoke rose from within her body.

"What a despicable tactic—I wondered how they found us so quickly; it turns out they placed a tracking technique on me!"

Qinghuan instantly flared with anger, somewhat self-reproaching, "It must have been during the earlier fight when I momentarily missed their signs; now that the Heavenly Sect's pursuers haven't caught up yet, you hurry away—I absolutely cannot drag you down further."

Longling's avatar grabbed Qinghuan's arm, "Things aren't at their worst yet—don't talk like that."

The two turned into streams of light and vanished into the horizon; although Qinghuan forced out the tracking powder, the Heavenly Sect's pursuers had already detected their trail and pursued relentlessly.

Who knows where they had fled to; before long, fragments of stars big and small appeared around them, and even the magnetic field grew increasingly dense.

Not far away remained a stretch of darkness; such darkness is commonplace in the universe, within it flickering points of light, unknown what substance refracts this glow, making it appear deep and mysterious.

Qinghuan's expression grew grim, "Damn, how did we end up here?"

Seeing her face suddenly turn deathly pale, Longling's avatar was somewhat puzzled, looking around; this place was no different from other parts of the universe.

"What's wrong with this place?"

Qinghuan turned around in disbelief, "You don't know what this place is?"

"How so?"

"This is a special place in the universe, called the Forbidden Zone; it doesn't necessarily appear anywhere specific, it's very rare, the odds of encountering it are slim. Those who enter almost never survive, even high-level cultivators must be cautious, let alone us."

Now there are pursuers behind; seeing the streams of light gradually closing in from behind, if we tried to turn and flee elsewhere, we would inevitably collide head-on with the Heavenly Sect's pursuers.

But if we keep going forward, this place is the cosmic Forbidden Zone!

Relying solely on their two cultivations, if they entered, they'd likely never find a way back; now with no exit ahead or behind, it's truly a case of riding a tiger—hard to dismount.

Qinghuan's face was ashen, she spoke with some self-reproach, "This time I've dragged you down."

Gazing at the Forbidden Zone Qinghuan mentioned, Longling's avatar wore a thoughtful expression, sending forth a few threads of spiritual power to probe it; although it seemed to vanish without trace, for some reason he felt no particular danger.

Moreover, in the depths he sensed a voice calling him, feeling quite familiar, even giving him a sense of bloodline connection.

Why is that?

How could such a sensation exist in the universe?

Longling's avatar pondered a moment, "Entering the Forbidden Zone is better than falling into the hands of the Heavenly Sect."

At least there is still a path ahead; if we wait for the Heavenly Sect's pursuers to catch up, we'll truly have only a dead end.

Qinghuan, not knowing what she had thought, her expression filled with righteous indignation, "Better to die at the claws of a star beast than at the hands of the Heavenly Sect!"

The two flickered and soon stepped into the unknown darkness; not long after Qinghuan and Longling's avatar vanished, a tiny butterfly also flew over, followed behind by several Heavenly Sect disciples.

This butterfly glowed with an ethereal light, appearing nimble and light, yet now it hovered anxiously in midair, refusing to move forward even a step.

One disciple frowned slightly, "What's going on? Why did the tracking butterfly stop?"

Another disciple looked at the deep void not far away, his expression suddenly shocked: "The area ahead is a forbidden zone—could it be that those two have actually entered it?"

The other disciples exchanged glances, their faces filled with apprehension: "Should we still keep chasing after them?"

The companion beside him rolled his eyes: "You're courting death—this is a forbidden zone; with our cultivation level, we'll likely die in there before long."

However, after only staying nearby for a moment, these Heavenly Sect disciples could already feel their cultivation level dropping, and they hastily retreated to a distance.

From afar, the location of the forbidden zone looked like a bottomless abyss, continually exuding a chilling cold.

"Let's go back and report to the Elder—those two are practically courting death; having entered the forbidden zone, they absolutely cannot make it out alive."

The Heavenly Sect disciple gave a cold smile, then turned and left the area; the forbidden zone is called so because this is the territory of the Star Beast.

And the Star Beast is a taboo existence in the universe, distinct from all life! (End of chapter)