Chapter 799

Li Rui returned to his cave on Changqing Peak and poured out a flask of precious wine onto the ground.

He bowed respectfully toward the distant horizon.

“Brother Zhang, find a quiet place in your next life.”

Though tricked by the Dao Lord, he acted decisively—he disbanded his Dao himself, and as a Celestial Realm cultivator, he could reincarnate.

But the chance he would cultivate again in his next life was extremely low.

There was no frost in his eyes.

This place lay beyond the reach of the Immortal Tree; the Dao Lord’s methods were too peculiar, and there might be some being with a Qianliyan’s vision watching.

The higher one’s realm, the more important karma becomes.

Li Rui had already stepped into the True Lord realm.

If the Jie Sect attacked him, it would disrupt karma and destroy his Dao.

It was an enemy of the Dao.

There were two ways: sever his karmic ties with Dayu, or sever the one stirring the chaos.

Li Rui chose the latter.

Or rather, he had no choice.

He was never a heartless person—how could he cultivate the Path of Heartlessness?

In the ancient texts of Hongwen Pavilion, he had seen too many cultivators forcibly suppress their emotions to advance, and none ended anything but tragically, fallen to demonic obsessions.

Clarity of thought is the path to longevity.

Of course, the one who struck had an unfathomable realm; even if revenge took a hundred years, it would not be too late.

Zhu Ge Ming did not stand idly by.

The Dao Lord of Yanshen’s methods excelled in deception, but once exposed, they were not hard to unravel—at least not for a Dao Lord.

Upon seeing this, even Zhu Ge Ming was secretly startled.

Just within the Dayu imperial court, no fewer than ten people had been planted with Yanshen seeds.

Among them was even the Emperor of Yu himself.

This enraged Zhu Ge Ming.

He suspected that someone in his own Five Towers and Twelve Cities had also been infected.

Of course.

These matters need not trouble Li Rui for now.

The immediate priority is cultivation—achieve dual certification as soon as possible.

Then, without relying on others’ awakening, Li Rui could pierce through illusion.

The Jie Sect’s attack on Dayu was a bad omen.

“One must still be strong.”

Baiyu Jing remained outwardly calm, serene, and peaceful.

Yet beneath the surface, currents churned.

The sect’s Immortal Island was fine, but within the Twelve Towers and Five Cities on Jinting Small Continent, many had been quietly replaced—including one Tower Lord.

To most, this seemed merely Baiyu Jing’s maneuver; only a very few were privileged enough to know the truth.

“Fifty-three people in total.”

The middle-aged man with the sword on his back spoke calmly.

With such a massive incident at Baiyu Jing, he had lost all desire to search for herbs outside.

This year, indeed.

He joined forces with Zhu Ge Ming to root out all Baiyu Jing elders and disciples controlled by the Yanshen Dao Lord.

Fifty-three people died beneath his sword.

Their souls had already been replaced—they were beyond saving, and had to be killed.

The rest had their Yanshen seeds removed by Zhu Ge Ming and Feiyu Dao Lord from their spiritual cores.

“Fine technique—I nearly had my eyes pecked out by that evil hawk.”

Only upon investigation did he realize.

The Yanshen Dao Lord’s hand had even reached into Baiyu Immortal Island; for this, Feiyu Dao Lord personally slew a top-ranked True Disciple.

Zhu Ge Ming’s gaze was icy.

A single oversight among a hundred precautions.

Had the Dayu Grand Secretary not uncovered it with his extraordinary intellect, Baiyu Jing would have been riddled through like a sieve.

“Brother, what should we do?”

Feiyu Dao Lord looked at Zhu Ge Ming; the long sword on his back hummed softly.