Chapter 394: Collision Across Ten Thousand Miles

The Dragon Leaps Through the Celestial Womb is a technique of the Void Return realm.

Even at the minor mastery level, the consumption is so terrifying that it is hard for a Soul Transformation cultivator to believe.

This was the first time Shen Yi had fully unleashed this method.

The effect was extremely obvious.

In just a few breaths, he had already moved far away from Great Qian.

"..."

Shen Yi withdrew the General Nanyang Transformation Art, revealing that magnificent black robe.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

He took out a demon core and placed it in his mouth.

Since he had already reached a desolate place, there was no need to conceal anything anymore.

Previously, he had not directly revealed his true identity for two reasons: first, the situation was urgent; under such life-threatening circumstances, if he had withdrawn the General Nanyang Transformation Art, others might have seen it as a demon or monster using some trick to transform for self-preservation.

It would be very hard to explain clearly.

Furthermore, the information network of the Thousand Demon Cave was somewhat terrifying; even the Xuanguang Cave cultivators who had secretly infiltrated Great Qian were found.

This indicated that the Thousand Demon Cave very likely had cultivators acting as spies.

Too many people, too many eyes.

Shen Yi still wanted to protect this identity of the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor for a while longer.

Although he also desired Bai Hong's life, compared to the remaining precious grounds within the Thousand Demon Cave, the latter was more important.

With Nie Jun stationed in Songzhou, there should be no major problems.

He himself could also take this opportunity to withdraw and do something else.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi looked toward the direction of Lizhou.

Just then, thunder suddenly exploded in his ear!

"Tsk."

Shen Yi turned to look back, and his expression instantly became solemn.

He saw a point of purple light appear in the sky, followed by an expansion at an unimaginable speed.

Could the Dao technique launched by the Purple Lei Jiangong really pursue across thousands of mountains and ten thousand rivers?

"Sick in the head."

Shen Yi frowned slightly, feeling the overwhelming pressure of immense magnitude strike.

There was almost no hesitation.

All the spiritual roots within his body were activated; the qi floating between heaven and earth instantly gathered, gained spiritual intelligence, and unfolded its form in the air.

White clouds turned into a dense sea of blood.

Upon the cushion on the altar, a human form formed from crimson demonic power sat.

Surrounding him were nine ferocious and fierce immortal demons: a dragon extending its claws, a fierce tiger lying on its side, a jade toad sitting upright... turning the sixteen-zhang area into a demonic domain.

Truly terrifying beyond measure.

The Boundless Demon Emperor Palace!

Shen Yi's eyes were deep; he gently raised his right palm and unleashed the only Dao technique he had mastered.

The moment he raised his palm, the nine immortal demons all soared into the sky together.

Roar—

That purple thunder finally entered the range of the Boundless Demon Emperor Palace; in that instant, the surging and roaring purple thunder suddenly turned into a crimson blood wave, then was peeled apart and merged into the figure sitting on the cushion in the sky.

The blood wave dispersed, revealing the long sword within that resembled purple jade.

Without the support of the Purple Lei Jiangong, the power of this sword instantly weakened by several times or more.

The golden-patterned black robe on Shen Yi's body moved without wind.

The array symbols on it suddenly floated out, forming a magical array suspended in mid-air.

Boom-boom-boom!

The purple jade sword touched the array, unleashing boundless air waves; the surrounding mountains were instantly flattened by several zhang.

The vast lake even abruptly disappeared by more than half.

Amidst the thick roaring sound, the purple jade sword shattered inch by inch, also turning into demonic power that spread out.

"Hah."

Shen Yi's breathing was slightly disordered and heavy; he casually slapped the storage treasure at his waist.

Several more miscellaneous demon cores were directly swallowed whole by him.

He adjusted his breath slightly.

Shen Yi looked at the empty space ahead, remained silent for an instant, then unleashed the Dragon Leaps Through the Celestial Womb again and headed toward Lizhou.

However, the moment he turned around.

A second purple light appeared in the sky again.

The Purple Lei Jiangong looked down upon the earth.

Nie Jun stood on a dark sword.

The teleportation technique unleashed by that lion was something even he could not keep up with.

But unfortunately, once his sword technique and Dao method locked onto the aura, even if the target fled to the ends of the earth, he would never lose them.

Nie Jun quietly looked ahead.

Those eyes were filled with indifference.

No demon that has been fixed by such a gaze has survived to this day—fewer than seven in total.

Suddenly.

He furrowed his brow slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes.

In Nie Jun's perception, the Purple Thunder Divine Sword Art he had unleashed vanished—as if swallowed by an abyss, leaving not a trace.

Yet the lion's life aura, though faint, remained unchanged from before.

Nie Jun fell silent for an instant, then raised his hand again.

A second sword art roared forth, straight out of the Lei Jiangong's range, still hurtling toward that direction!

About ten breaths later.

Nie Jun slowly relaxed his brow, yet the killing intent in his eyes grew denser.

That lion seemed stranger than the descriptions from his sectmates.

He swung his palm twice in succession.

Boom! Boom!

The Purple Thunder Divine Lei Jiangong suddenly shuddered violently, then began to collapse—even the throne gradually sank inward.

Nie Jun's expression remained unchanged, as if he saw nothing, and finally swept his sleeve with heavy force.

Another dense burst of purple lightning roared forth.

Including the two prior strikes against the White Goose Emperor, this made seven swords total.

The celestial palace finally shattered apart.

As Nie Jun lowered his right arm, the dark sword beneath his feet lost its life support, dragging his entire body downward.

Thud.

His wide blue robe swayed with his breath as Nie Jun crashed onto a jagged boulder.

He stared silently at the sky, realizing the lion's aura still lived—and vanished in an instant, utterly beyond reach.

Nie Jun gave a self-mocking smile, slowly pushing himself up, then kicked the dark sword aside and pulled out fine wine and roasted goose from the Eight Directions Eatery, sipping wine and chewing meat in slow solitude.

He did not know how long it had passed until he finished the ninth roasted goose and drained the twenty-third flask of wine.

A figure stepping on auspicious clouds finally rushed down from the sky.

The youthful boy picked up the dark sword beneath the boulder, looked up in shock, then leapt high and seized Nie Jun's collar, snarling: "Are you fucking insane? Master said you're not allowed to leave Mount Wutong!"

Li Qingfeng quickly noticed his brother's life aura had withered.

He panicked, scanning the surroundings, shaking Nie Jun violently: "How could you… how could you reduce yourself to this? If a demon passed by, you'd be dead!"

Hearing this, Nie Jun finally set down his wine flask, slumping back wearily, sneering: "Then let me die."

Li Qingfeng stared in disbelief: "I've cleaned up after you for years, fixed your messes—this is all you say?"

He screamed in despair: "Do you even care about me?!"

Without hesitation, Li Qingfeng pulled from his storage pouch a rope woven of golden threads, gasping: "Master ordered me to bind you with this and bring you back—I pleaded for you. Now I see you truly deserve punishment."

Nie Jun offered no resistance as he was bound.

Li Qingfeng yanked him off the ground, stared blankly at his brother's indifferent expression, and after a long silence, asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

Nie Jun closed his eyes, speaking softly: "I'm just bored to death. Nothing means anything anymore."

He had once been a feared killer known across the land, a madman who dared enter the Scripture Vault alone—he thrived on danger, loved the thrill of being half-dead yet still escaping alive.

Then, after forming the雏形 of his Dao Palace.

He had not done anything he truly wanted for a very, very long time.

It was as if he had become a precious sword inlaid with jewels, forcibly locked inside a rigid, thick scabbard.

(End of Chapter)