Chapter 294: Forces from All Sides

The white-haired old man's eyes shone with light, staring intently at the eastern sky, murmuring in disbelief: "Oh my god, the mysterious East, is there an Immortal Cultivator preparing to undergo Thunder Tribulation?"

"How is that possible? It is already the End of Dharma Era, and Eastern Immortal Cultivators are in constant decline; how could someone be about to advance to a Fifth-grade Cultivator?"

"Robert, take a team to the East and investigate who is undergoing the tribulation," the old man said.

A middle-aged man wearing medieval knight armor and holding a great cross-sword knelt on one knee and said loudly: "As you command, Your Holiness the Pope."

At the same time, in the Yasukuni Shrine of Dongying, a crane-haired, youthful-faced Onmyoji was piously offering sacrifices to the spirit tablets of his shikigami, when suddenly, all the spirit tablets moved without wind, shaking continuously and falling from the altar one after another.

The Fourth-rank Intermediate Onmyoji 'Kamo no Tadayuki' was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and emptied his mind; whispers began to murmur in his ears.

After listening, Kamo no Tadayuki's expression changed drastically, and he stared dumbfounded in the direction of the Shenzhou land, saying in surprise: "This is bad, a Shenzhou Immortal Cultivator is undergoing Thunder Tribulation? Who is the person undergoing the tribulation?"

Kamo no Tadayuki was puzzled; the strongest Immortal Cultivator in the Shenzhou land right now was Yang Yijian of the Mount Hua Sect.

Given the current cultivation environment on Earth, Yang Yijian should never be able to break through to the Fourth Grade realm in his entire life, so how could a person about to advance to the Fifth-grade suddenly appear?

When the Shenzhou Cultivation World was at its peak, all other cultivators around the globe had to crawl on the ground and act subservient, but with the depletion of Spirit Qi, the strength of the Shenzhou Cultivation World has been like an old woman celebrating the New Year—getting worse every year.

The several major wars that erupted between global cultivators and the Shenzhou Cultivation World all left deep blood feuds, among which the Onmyoji and Ninja of Dongying held the deepest hatred, and the two sides have become irreconcilable enemies.

Now that it is very likely a Fifth-grade Cultivator will appear in the Shenzhou Cultivation World, this is something Kamo no Tadayuki absolutely cannot allow.

"The location of the tribulation is not far from that mysterious Valley in Wild Man Mountain. Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng has recovered to the Fifth-grade realm? That shouldn't be; even if Zhang Sanfeng recovered to the Fifth-grade realm, he wouldn't trigger a Thunder Tribulation. Could it be that a new Fifth-grade Cultivator is appearing in the mysterious Shenzhou Cultivation World?"

"No, the person undergoing the tribulation must be stopped. The distance is too far; even if I set off now, I won't make it in time. But it doesn't matter—I may not make it, but with the flight speed of a missile, it should arrive in time."

"If you were undergoing the tribulation on the Shenzhou land, I wouldn't dare to bomb you with a missile, but since you chose to undergo the tribulation in Wild Man Mountain, that place is not considered Shenzhou territory, so even if I bomb it with a missile, no one would dare to stop me."

"Yosh, let's do it this way. Abe Taimei, you go immediately to mobilize the satellites to monitor the area of the Thunder Tribulation. When that mysterious person reaches the critical moment of the tribulation, launch a missile; it can blast them into serious injury, and when the Thunder Tribulation strikes down, it will surely be able to blast that mysterious person into ashes," Kamo no Tadayuki said.

"Hai!" An Onmyoji dressed in white bowed and accepted the order, leaving to carry it out. Soon, a medium-range missile locked onto the small hill where Meng Yifan was undergoing the tribulation.

Meanwhile, on the Shenzhou land, in front of Cuiyun Palace on the West Peak of Mount Hua, an old Daoist priest who was fortune-telling for tourists suddenly looked up toward the direction of Wild Man Mountain and said in surprise: "Eh! Which senior is undergoing the tribulation? So my Shenzhou Cultivation World still has such great experts in hidden cultivation; this is truly wonderful. I must go and see to build a good connection."

The old Daoist priest swayed his body, shifted fifteen meters away, appeared on the edge of the West Peak cliff, and without stopping, leaped straight down.

"Daoist, don't do anything rash!" The tourist who was having his fortune told was shocked and hurriedly ran to the edge of the cliff, only to see the old Daoist priest from just now actually stepping on a three-foot-long sword, flying away amidst the sea of clouds.

"Sword Immortal! Flying on a sword! Heavens, there really are Sword Immortals in this world!" The tourist shouted loudly, drawing other tourists at Cuiyun Palace to come and watch.

But the West Peak of Mount Hua was shrouded in clouds and mist, and by the time the other tourists arrived, the figure of the old Daoist priest flying on his sword was already nowhere to be seen.

"Making a fuss over nothing, where would there be any Sword Immortal? Didn't you just see things wrong?" a bearded tourist asked.

"It was the old Daoist priest who was just fortune-telling for me; he is a Sword Immortal. I really saw him flying on a sword just now."

"Oh no! I forgot to take a photo just now, what a pity." The tourist who had his fortune told beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting not having captured the magical scene from just a moment ago.

The tourist had not seen clearly; the old Daoist priest just now was not flying on a sword, but gliding away from high altitude while stepping on a Flying Sword.

One is flying, the other is gliding; a difference of one word is a difference of heaven and earth.

This old Daoist priest was Yang Yijian; he was a Third-Grade High-Level Immortal Cultivator, and even with a Flying Sword capable of flight, he could not fly on a sword.

Yang Yijian was not only the Sect Leader of the Mount Hua Sect and the strongest in the Shenzhou Cultivation World, but also the Chief Instructor of the most mysterious Canglong Special Forces in Shenzhou.

The members of this Canglong Special Forces were all cultivators from various major cultivation sects in Shenzhou, all at least First Grade Martial Artists, and equipped with modern weapons and gear, making their combat power extremely formidable.

After Yang Yijian jumped off the West Peak of Mount Hua, he contacted the top brass of the military, and not long after, a military fighter jet took Yang Yijian and flew toward the direction of Wild Man Mountain.

Hulu Island is an uninhabited small island located in international waters; because its shape resembles a gourd, it was named Hulu Island.

Hulu Island is not far from the Shenzhou mainland, only about thirty nautical miles away. At this moment, on this uninhabited desert island, a group of Westerners dressed in black tailcoats, white shirts, and bow ties had gathered; they were the experts of the Cullen Family.

The leader was a middle-aged man holding an ebony cane, with a thin face, two handlebar mustaches, and hair combed meticulously; his name was Francis Cullen, a Fourth-rank High-level Vampire and the Patriarch of the Cullen Family.

Carlisle was Francis's son and a successor he valued highly, yet he died in the base within Wild Man Mountain. This made Francis very angry, but fearing the Eastern Array deep in the Valley, Francis did not immediately come to seek revenge on Meng Yifan.

However, in these past few days, the Dawu Brand Air Canned and Monster Brand Sausage and Cured Meat sold by the Hu Group had caught Francis's attention. He bought some Dawu Brand Air Canned and Monster Cured Meat and was surprised to find that eating these things could actually accelerate a vampire's cultivation speed.

Even Francis felt his strength increase a little bit; although the extent of the increase was negligible, it still made Francis extremely excited.

Francis had lived for over eight hundred years, and since a hundred years ago, his cultivation had not improved even a little, forcing him to lie in a coffin and fall into a long, deep sleep to maintain his cultivation from regressing.