Chapter 622: I Am Waiting for Lifespan; What Are You Waiting For?

"Let this seat out!"

"I am Shen Zongzhu of the Liangdaohuang Sect! I am Xue Yan! You damned white dragons, this seat will exterminate your entire clans!"

In the empty Lady Yushan, a mournful and furious roar echoed.

A disheveled young man hammered the prison door with force; his handsome features twisted into a hideous grimace, his bright yellow robe in utter disarray, completely lacking its usual dignity and dominance.

The master of the Northern Hong Liangdaohuang Sect's branch, a young prodigy watched by all, had suffered an unspeakable humiliation in the Western Hong!

Once he gets out, he must report to Shen Zongzhu—no, he must report to the Immortal!

Tell the Immortal that the Eastern Dragon Palace conspired with demons; their sins are too numerous to record. Not only must this group of purple-bearded white dragons be suppressed, but that young man in the black robe must die without a place to bury his bones, only then can the heart's pain and hatred be vented!

Just then, the myriad-mile landscape maps, large and small, floated down from above the waters like scrolls.

A mighty aura instantly enveloped the Lady Yushan waters.

"Xue Yan's aura is right here."

Surrounded by numerous disciples, four Shen Zongzhu descended.

They had come under the decree of Lu Xiao to search for the missing Shen Zongzhu, yet they found the Western Dragon Palace already destroyed.

Fortunately, a treasure guided them, allowing them to track down Lady Yushan.

"Although we expected something was amiss, we never imagined it would be in such a state."

One Shen Zongzhu of the Liangdaohuang Sect frowned; according to their understanding of the Western Hong and Southern Hong Dragon Palaces, using a dragon seal to help old man Zhe Xuan accuse an Immortal was something they would never dare to do, even if given a hundred chances.

But they truly did not expect that the Western Dragon Palace, which had dominated the Western Hong for these years, had been annihilated in silence, without a single sound of news escaping.

What exactly happened in the Western Hong to raise such suspicion? Fortunately, Xue Yan is still alive; the other party must know many things.

"Form the Myriad-Mile Great Array."

Several Shen Zongzhu stepped out of their Dao Palaces; they did not approach Lady Yushan carelessly but ordered nearly a hundred disciples and elders beneath them to form an array controlling the nearby waters.

Countless myriad-mile landscape maps slowly connected; the high mountains and long rivers within the scrolls flew out, forming an indestructible towering barrier around them.

"Rescue him."

The four Shen Zongzhu exchanged glances; led by the strongest among them, a Tian Realm expert, they simultaneously invoked Dao arts, sending a sky full of Jin Guang sweeping toward Lady Yushan.

"I am here!"

Xue Yan sensed the familiar aura and instantly fell into狂喜 (狂喜).

He rose almost madly and kicked the prison door again, emitting dull thuds.

Jin Guang instantly shattered the prison door, wrapping this youngest branch Shen Zongzhu and carrying him outside Lady Yushan, landing beside the other Shen Zongzhu.

Before he could steady himself, he began cursing: "That bitch Zhe Xian conspired with demonic cultivators, stole our sect's Tan Lang Star Map, and slaughtered Yue Gonggui and others! Zhe Yang, as Crown Prince of the Eastern Dragon Palace, sheltered his sister and the demonic cultivators, trapping me here!"

"Quickly follow me back to Northern Hong and report to Shen Zongzhu Lu!"

"..."

Several Shen Zongzhu exchanged glances, reached out to support him: "Hong Ze no longer has an Eastern Dragon Palace. Do not be anxious; speak slowly. What kind of demonic cultivator?"

"Gone?"

Xue Yan paused, then laughed hoarsely: "Gone is good! Gone is good! As for that demonic cultivator, do not let him escape! Quickly send word to the other Shen Zongzhu; this seat will personally grind his bones to dust and reclaim our sect's Immortal Array!"

That single glance from the other party across ten thousand miles still echoed endlessly in Xue Yan's mind.

Such a contemptuous attitude must be repaid with life.

A mere rat, daring only to scheme in the shadows; does the other party dare to stand before the Liangdaohuang Sect and speak?

Hearing this, several Shen Zongzhu's expressions turned cold; it was not because they were offended by Xue Yan's attitude. The other party had clearly been humiliated, and being young and impetuous, losing control of emotions for a moment was normal.

But in this land of Hong Ze, someone still dared to reach for the Liangdaohuang Sect's possessions.

To put it bluntly, even if the Tan Lang Star Map were lost on the roadside, one would have to consider whether the lives of nine generations were hard enough before picking it up, let alone snatching it by force.

"Calm down. Return with us first and explain clearly. As long as that person is still in Hong Ze, this life is ours, the Liangdaohuang Sect's."

The eldest Shen Zongzhu softly comforted him, then prepared to order the disciples and elders to withdraw the array.

Just then, he seemed to sense something and looked toward Lady Yushan with confusion.

In an instant, everyone heard a faint sound of a door opening.

Creak.

At the peak of Lady Yushan, the vermilion doors of the secluded main hall quietly opened.

A tall young man stood with hands by his sides, his robes fluttering, his expression utterly calm.

He took a light step, crossing the threshold.

Such a simple action caused the sturdy barrier built from high mountains and long rivers around Lady Yushan to tremble violently; rocks shattered, rivers dried up, and massive boulders rained down like a sudden storm, crashing wildly into the waters and raising terrifying waves.

By the time his step landed, the barrier had completely collapsed and crumbled, turning to ash and vanishing.

Nearly a hundred Liangdaohuang Sect cultivators, including many famous figures recorded in the Dao Soldier Register, instantly turned red-faced, spitting blood; even their Dao Infant organs seemed about to be shaken apart!

"It is him! It is him!"

Xue Yan stumbled backward. Just moments ago he had vowed to grind him to dust, but upon seeing that familiar figure with his own eyes, for some reason, his heart began to beat violently, and his voice trembled.

Several Shen Zongzhu's expressions turned solemn; they grabbed Xue Yan and attempted to soar back to the Dao Palace.

No wonder they could provoke this young prodigy into such a mindless state.

A tiny Western Hong actually harbored such a powerful being.

Their thoughts varied, but their movements were perfectly synchronized, simultaneously transforming into golden streaks of light!

"..."

Shen Yi walked down the mountain unhurriedly; the moment his long boots touched the steps, several streaks of light seemed suppressed by the mountain and fell from the sky simultaneously.

At the tip of his shoe, a wisp of formless heart-flame rippled outward, spreading like water waves.

Flames born from emotion, burning the soul and spirit, were the signature skill of the Glazed Green Phoenix Clan.

But now, this wisp of formless fire suddenly took shape.

They whistled as they shot skyward, transforming into rolling white waves that swallowed everything before them.

The densely packed Wanli Jiangshan Diagram in the sky—before that white flame, its golden light rapidly crumbled, as if it had become real paper, withering within the billowing flames, leaving only a skyful of sparks falling like threads of rain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every step the black-robed youth took, several Sect Masters of the Liangdaohuang Sect spat out a mouthful of blood. Among them, Xue Yan, whose cultivation was the lowest, watched helplessly as Shen Yi walked down from the mountain, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something, yet feeling as though he were drowning, struggling to breathe.

His eyeballs suddenly bulged from their sockets, blood streaming from all seven orifices, and soon his entire body was soaked in crimson.

By the time Shen Yi walked down from Lady Yushan.

The Wanli Jiangshan Diagram had already burned to ash. Around him there was no longer any trace of living beings—only a ground covered in cultivators' dao robes and a floor of blood-soaked mud.

He closed his eyes. Within the Wan Yao Dian, over a dozen figures shrouded in black mist instantly surged out from between his brows; among them, even the lowest cultivation was at the peak of Earth realm.

They stood in eerie formation before Shen Yi like lifeless objects, so silent that not even a breath could be heard.

Upon the muddy ground of flesh and blood, surrounded by these grotesque and terrifying beings, the swaying figure in black robes suddenly took on a somewhat horrifying air.

"Huu."

He had originally thought gathering enough Zhen Stones for one palace would be impossibly difficult, but after the Northern Hong emptied out, Shen Yi felt the whole matter had become much simpler.

The Liangdaohuang Sect and the Northern Dragon Palace had plenty to do—they would sweep aside the remaining three Hong, this vast and boundless water-land.

And what Shen Yi had to do was very little.

His eyes were only on where the next batch of demon Longevity Bodies lay.

Then these lifeless objects would go forth and retrieve the things for him.

Zhen Stones were distributed across the three Hong like eyes that never needed rest, illuminating this boundless water-land within Shen Yi's mind.

The Southern Palace was full; the third divine ability had been conceived—precisely that tangible Heart Flame from before.

Late-stage Heaven realm achieved!

Shen Yi waited quietly for a while, and soon two streaks of flowing light swept in from the upper left and right.

Long Yuetian revealed his form and tossed seven or eight massive black dragons onto the ground!

On the other side was Ke Shisan. Those terrifying dragon claws slightly spread open as he poured out all the corpses from his storage bag, which piled upon the ground into a small mountain formed of Huo Lin—this bag held the entire Yue clan.

The two exchanged spoils in perfect tacit understanding, silent, and glanced sideways toward their master.

The three Hong were now completely illuminated within Shen Yi's mind. Combined with the Zhen Stones that came and went without a trace, and Ke Shisan's half-step Dao realm strength, wanting to "eat" something was truly no different from ordering from a menu.

He even understood their troop deployment better than the living beings of the Northern Hong themselves.

As Shen Yi raised his palm, the corpses on both sides of the ground all transformed into rivers of blood, surging into each other's bodies.

"Roar—"

Ke Shisan and Long Yuetian both let out muffled groans in unison.

The former drew ever closer to that threshold, while the latter's aura began to skyrocket!

"……"

A gulping, swallowing sound suddenly rang out within the Wan Yao Dian.

Ke Shisan slowly opened his eyes, feeling demon power constantly battering against the bottleneck, while his master, as if the stuff cost nothing, poured demon essence into him to fill the gaps in his divine soul.

Pain and pleasure—two utterly opposite sensations—simultaneously crashed through his mind, contorting his expression further, yet a savage grin crept onto his lips: "Don't worry, they're all from the Southern Hong—how could I forget you?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun froze for a moment, stopping his swallowing.

Then he heard Ke Shisan's low murmur.

"Beside that Northern Dragon Palace commander... there's an old turtle... peak Heaven realm cultivation... once I finish what I'm doing, I'll go fetch it for you."

Before the words had finished, Wu Jun had already leapt激动ly up from his throne.

Now, with nearly fifty Dao-Unification realm great demon Zhen Stones under his master's command, who would dare imagine that a sub-palace master seated high in the Wan Yao Palace, still at Bai Yujing cultivation, would be a laughingstock if spoken of!

It had to be Brother Xuan Jian, always keeping him in mind!

"Don't be moved—every Dragon King needs an old turtle by his side. You're neither too tall nor too short, just right."

Ke Shisan quipped, clearly very satisfied with the results of his realm advancement.

Yet Long Yuetian, who had likewise stepped into half-step Dao realm after absorbing the power of his entire clan, did not dare to laugh at all.

"Go."

Shen Yi gave a light flick of his sleeve, then headed east alone.

Compared to the advancement of these Zhen Stones.

Actually, from beginning to end, there was only one thing he had his eyes on.

【Remaining Demon Longevity: 13,720,000 years】

Under the ceaseless slaughter of so many Zhen Stones day and night, finally...

It was enough.

……

Western Hong, a certain marketplace.

Ji Jingxi's expression was weary; her gaze dim as she looked upon the ruins below—one step too late, and all she saw was crimson.

The Nanhongqi Sect was situated at the very edge of the Hong Marsh and was safe for now. Their several Sect Masters had already done their utmost to support the other Hong.

But individual strength had its limits.

Faced with the slaughter of the entire Northern Hong, no matter how brilliant her Moonlight, how could she possibly spread it across all three Hong?

Moreover, her mid-Heaven realm cultivation, before the living beings of the Northern Hong, was absolutely not top-tier. If her luck turned bad and she ran into some named, renowned elder, she might not even be able to preserve her own life.

In this situation, she could not help but begin to miss the days when that person was around.

Ever since the Southern Dragon Palace went mad, no matter what the Qi Sect faced, as long as that young man was there, absolutely nothing would go wrong.

Yet when Shen Yi said he would leave, he truly left.

A few days passed, not a single word of news—as if he had suddenly vanished from the Hong Marsh water-land.

Ji Jingxi's only hope now was that, though Hongze was already filled with wailing refugees, the advance of Northern Hong clearly did not match the grand display they had initially shown.

Those two Dao Realm experts had still not revealed themselves.

Although she knew clearly in her heart that Shen Yi would find it hard to accomplish such things, she inexplicably hoped this matter was related to him.

After all, that would prove this young man was still in Hongze, or rather, still alive.

Gathering her composure, Ji Jingxi slowly clenched her five fingers.

Moonlight that appeared out of nowhere began to condense, pointing straight down at the demon soldiers who had started to form orderly ranks.

Even if she was a step late, she still had to do something.

Just then, she suddenly lowered her gaze.

She saw that accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, a shadowy image of a ferocious tiger that blocked out the sky and sun had ruthlessly covered this marketplace.

In the instant many demon soldiers had not yet reacted, they had turned into a field of withered bones.

There was no trace of a strong person's dignity; using only the most crude, cruel, and decisive means, this conduct suddenly made Ji Jingxi recall a long-silent faction.

She stared in a daze and indeed saw the petite figure she had once seen.

It was still the loose dark-gold magical robe fluttering.

Only the hood was not worn, revealing a clean and youthful small face.

"Heh."

Ji Jingxi found it hard to imagine that beneath such a fearsome reputation, there hid such a face that made one want to cherish it.

The violent contrast made her instinctively cry out: "Who exactly are you, Wan Yao Dian?"

What kind of faction was this, to train such a simple Miss into such a terrifying figure?

The petite girl originally did not wish to respond.

She knew her master was in a hurry and knew this was a life-or-death battle.

But glancing at Ji Jingxi, hindered by this person's identity, she reached out to gather all the demon corpses, turned, and fled toward the sky as a black streak of light, leaving only a simple sentence.

"West Hall Master, An Yi."

"..."

Ji Jingxi stood in a daze where she was, so these strange places actually had nothing to do with Shen Yi.

Among the remaining three Hongs, there truly was a faction capable of contending with Northern Hong.

And it had completely without external aid, alone held back that terrifying display!

Wan Yao Dian!

Why did they do these things? Could it really be because of that statement from back then?

Western Hong, they took it.

So even when facing Immortals, their attitude would not change at all?!

Hongze actually had such a domineering faction... Thinking of this, Ji Jingxi suddenly felt a bit suffocated.

Could they really do it?

(End of this chapter)