Chapter 602: Fragmentation

On the other side.

The team led by Quan Li, Qian Yunzhou, and Xie Xu arrived at the battlefield of the Fourth Continent—Glazed Light Plain.

They stood in the void, looking down at the plain, yet saw no human figure; wind blew across the ground, kicking up sand.

Desolate, silent.

It hardly resembled a battlefield.

Quan Li narrowed her eyes slightly, 'Did we come to the wrong place?'

'This is Glazed Light Plain of the Fourth Continent,' Dong Jiao said.

Qian Yunzhou turned his head toward Dong Jiao, 'Dong Jiao, send a message to your parents now and see if there's any reply.'

Dong Jiao nodded with a solemn expression.

She immediately sent a message to her parents.

But still there was no reply.

Dong Jiao's heart sank a little further, even giving rise to a feeling of anxiety and unease.

Bian Chen asked, 'Should we go down to check the situation?'

Qian Yunzhou slightly raised his hand, his expression solemn, and said, 'No. The Glazed Light Plain of the Fourth Continent is a battlefield; below it certainly won't be this calm—when things are abnormal, there must be demons.'

'Earlier, the Moonclad Immortal Lord and his group said they hadn't received any news from the Fourth Continent since yesterday noon, so there must be treachery below,' Xiao Lingwei asked, 'But we can't just wait idly; we must find out what's abnormal down there.'

Upon hearing this, Quan Li condensed demonic energy in her palm; in an instant, several low‑level demon beasts in the demon army were violently dragged down and rushed straight toward Glazed Light Plain.

When those few low‑level demon beasts were sent to the surface of Glazed Light Plain, there was nothing abnormal about them.

'Could it be that we're overthinking this?' said one of the Yao Clan's heavenly pride.

Qian Yunzhou suddenly sensed something, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'Look.'

They looked downward and saw that after those few low‑level demon beasts walked back and forth on the ground a few circles, they seemed to become bewildered.

Soon, the heavenly pride all sensed a spatial fluctuation above Glazed Light Plain, and immediately those few low‑level demon beasts vanished in an instant.

'What is happening?!' a heavenly pride exclaimed in shock.

Quan Li's expression turned icy.

She took a deep breath and explained, 'It is the Spatial Heavy Technique, a secret art lost for over a thousand years by our Demon Realm Royal Clan. The Spatial Heavy Technique can swap the living beings of two places; in short, the human cultivators who were originally on the battlefield have now been transferred to the Demon Realm Prison City!'

Everyone's faces changed slightly.

'The Demon Realm Prison City?!' Dong Jiao's heart skipped a beat, 'What place is that?'

'It's a place for imprisoning criminals,' Quan Li said. 'If I'm not mistaken, they used the Spatial Heavy Technique to quickly reduce the fighting strength of human cultivators, because any living being entering the Demon Realm Prison City will be suppressed by the prison's seals—not only their strength, but even their own stamina is hard to preserve.'

Any living being that enters the prison city is like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to fight back.

Hearing that, many heavenly pride's faces grew solemn.

'Seal?' Dong Jiao's complexion shifted, and she instinctively said, 'We can ask Yao Yao for help.'

Quan Li fell silent for a moment; she naturally believed Yuan Yao could break the prison city's seal.

But what if……

What if something goes wrong?

Suddenly, Qian Yunzhou said, 'This is a trap aimed at Yuan Yao.'

Dong Jiao's heart jolted.

Quan Li looked at Qian Yunzhou with a puzzled expression.

'Why?'

Qian Yunzhou's eyes were cold, his tone light: 'Because someone among them knows Yuan Yao is skilled in seal arts; if this situation arises, they think we will surely push Yuan Yao forward, letting her enter the prison city to break the seal.'

'Yuan Yao is the center of us all; if our center is trapped or dies in the prison city, then the heavenly pride of the three clans will thus fall apart and be defeated one by one.'

'Therefore, no matter what, Yuan Yao must not enter the prison city.'

After hearing this, Dong Jiao only felt a lingering fear.

The heavenly pride present all felt a jolt, because just moments ago they too had been thinking of sending Yuan Yao into the Demon Realm Prison City to break the seal……

'What should we do now?' Xie Xu looked at Qian Yunzhou, who had previously seemed to possess deep scheming, able to see the essence through phenomena.

'People, we definitely have to save them.' Qian Yunzhou slowly lifted his eyes, 'But not now; we need to lure the snake out of its hole.'

Quan Li raised her eyebrows, 'What do you mean?'

Qian Yunzhou sent a mental message to the three clans' heavenly pride, smiling, 'We'll just pretend not to know, then wait outside the range of the Spatial Heavy Technique. If they can't hold back, they'll reveal a flaw, and then we can strike.'

The three clans' heavenly pride had no objections.

Among them, a few human heavenly pride had also lost contact with their relatives, inevitably feeling some anxiety and unease.

…

First Continent, Heaven-Viewing Cliff.

Ying Wuji rushed to the human camp; before the guard cultivators could step forward to intercept, he already flashed his identity token.

'Carefree Sect, Ying Wuji, disciple of the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord.'

The cultivators' expressions tightened upon hearing this, obviously quite shocked by this identity.

They were still dazed when a figure emerged from deep within the camp—none other than the head of the Ying family, Ying Weixian, who appeared to have already been waiting here.

'Greetings, Immortal Lord Weixian!' The cultivators hastily composed themselves, respectfully raising their hands in a salute.

Ying Weixian gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Ying Wuji, his tone flat: 'Follow me.'

'Yes.' Ying Wuji pressed his lips and followed.

The two walked one after the other in silence along the camp's path.

'Why didn't you send me a message to report your safety?' Ying Weixian was the first to break the silence, his voice revealing no joy or anger.

Ying Wuji was silent for a moment, then spat out two words: "Forgot."

Ying Xian's steps paused slightly, he turned his head to glance at him, his gaze deep: "And your mother? Has she sent any word?"

Ying Wuji: "En."

Ying Xian's complexion seemed to grow a bit colder: "And your master?"

"En." Ying Wuji replied lightly.

He understood clearly; his father was asking knowingly. In this camp, the only one who sent word reporting safety was his master alone. His father would be waiting here now, and the news must have come from his master as well.

Ying Xian's already handsome face gained a bit more chill, and his aura seemed to solidify.

He did not pursue the question, hands behind his back, continued forward, leaving Ying Wuji a cold, hard back.

Ying Wuji called out.

"Father."

Ying Xian's steps paused slightly, his expression eased a little, and he turned his head to look at him.

Ying Wuji said: "My cultivation realm has broken through to the initial stage of the Great Perfection Realm."

Ying Xian was slightly startled, then responded: "Good."

The father and son fell into silence again.

However, the atmosphere between them was no longer as tense as before.

Ying Xian: "How have you been these past few years?"

Ying Wuji: "Everything is fine."

"Then that's good." Ying Xian nodded.

When the two of them arrived before the largest tent in the camp, after a brief wait, they heard a voice from inside summoning them to enter.

As Ying Wuji stepped inside, dozens of gazes fell upon him.