Chapter 790: The Pearl of the Primordial Dragon

In Sanqing Province, atop a small hill.

Damn it, this Ascension Platform’s opening produced seven or eight Dao Jun—why couldn’t it be us?

Said a thin, monkey-like cultivator.

“You?”

Another cultivator glanced at the thin man with disdain: “Can someone at the Dao Body Realm suddenly become a Dao Jun?”

“Even if it were given to you, it’d be useless.”

Exposed, the thin man grew momentarily angry. But despite the teasing, he was inwardly envious beyond measure, longing to become such a supreme figure himself.

Before he could reply, the other man’s expression changed—he bowed deeply, respectfully, even fearfully, toward the man behind him: “Ancestor.”

The thin man turned his head.

His pupils shrank slightly.

There stood a strikingly beautiful young man, smiling at him; he couldn’t help but shiver, quickly clasping his fists: “Ancestor.”

Li Rui’s avatar, Lu Yang, spoke: “I told you to watch the Wuwei Temple—what’s the latest?”

“Same as always.”

The thin cultivator answered, trembling.

Though this mountain is called Luowu Immortal Sect, what do all cultivators within eight hundred li call it?

Luowu Demon Sect!

Because of its notorious habit of eradicating enemies completely—and this Ancestor is especially cruel.

He’s ruthless toward enemies, and equally ruthless toward his own demon sect members.

Countless who failed in their duties were forcibly turned into puppet corpses.

Fear is normal—after all, who wants to endure a life of neither living nor dying?

“Good.”

Li Rui nodded faintly, then stepped into the cave.

He had obtained the suppressive artifact.

His main body had fully entered seclusion; the avatar had returned to Luowu Immortal Sect.

He came here.

Solely for the Wuwei True Lord within the Wuwei Temple.

“Huanglong Dao Jun tricked the Shenxu Immortal Dynasty; given Qianxin Dao Jun’s nature, he should’ve moved against the Wuwei Temple by now.”

Li Rui murmured softly.

His main body had already witnessed the scene at the Southern Heavenly Gate—several Shenxu Dao Jun hunting down Huanglong Dao Jun.

“Kid, those two old dogs aren’t easy to deal with—be careful.”

“Your cultivation is too low—you can’t handle this.”

A voice came from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner: Zhu Yuanlong.

Li Rui: “What’s your advice, Elder?”

“Observe and wait.”

Zhu Yuanlong’s eyes flickered with malicious delight.

Qianxin Dao Jun had always been his mortal enemy; Huanglong Dao Jun had once schemed against Da Yu.

Neither was anything good.

He was perfectly happy to see them tear each other apart.

Of course.

Even if he hoped Huanglong Dao Jun could crush that old bastard Qianxin, he had to admit: Huanglong Dao Jun had never been deeply rooted in Wanfa Hall, and Wanfa Hall was merely a branch, not the main sect of Jie Jiao—facing the colossal Shenxu Immortal Dynasty, he’d inevitably suffer.

Li Rui rubbed his chin.

“He truly can’t win.”

Though the Wuwei True Lord was average among True Lords, he was still beyond the reach of a mere Division Soul cultivator.

As he pondered this,

Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his heart.

‘Someone is spying again.’

Li Rui sighed inwardly.

Standing out too much isn’t good—since leaving the Ascension Platform, this is the seventh time.

All caused by Dao Juns using karmic calculation.