Chapter 1115

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"Xu's direct disciple?"

The old Steward immediately stood up, his drowsiness vanishing in an instant, replaced by a respectful expression:

"Why have you come?"

Xu Zhangqing got straight to the point: "I want to use the Guiding Spirit Light to make a trip to Tai Xu Lie Yuan."

The old Steward was stunned: "Tai Xu Lie Yuan?"

He thought he had misheard, and asked again: "You mean, that Tai Xu Lie Yuan surrounded by countless spatial rifts?"

Xu Zhangqing affirmed: "Exactly."

Hearing this, the old Steward's expression became somewhat subtle.

Xu Zhangqing glanced at him and asked: "Are you worried about being spied on by Outer Realm Foreign Races?"

The old Steward was first stunned, then laughed.

It was not a polite smile, but a genuine smile from the heart after hearing something very interesting.

This reaction was somewhat unexpected to Xu Zhangqing.

"Xu's direct disciple, you worry too much."

Only to see the old Steward wave his hand, his tone carrying a touch of pride in sharing the honor: "The Guiding Spirit Light of Beidou Xianfu—those Star Domain Tribulation Cultivators and Outer Realm Foreign Races wouldn't dare act recklessly even if given ten thousand guts."

"Look at this Guiding Spirit Light; its array patterns run through heaven and earth, condensing the two supreme Laws of Time and Space upon it."

"Without exaggeration, once activated, the pressure it radiates is enough to pierce through everything."

"Those Outer Realm Foreign Races like to lurk near Transmission Channels, specifically to ambush Loose Cultivators ascending from the lower realms."

Saying this, he let out a cold snort, his tone full of disdain:

"But while they dare to lurk for others, they absolutely dare not approach the Guiding Spirit Light of Beidou Xianfu."

"Last time, an Outer Realm Tribulation Cultivator with no eyes tried to intercept our channel, and as a result was shaken into powder by the residual might of the Guiding Spirit Light, leaving not even his Divine Soul behind."

Xu Zhangqing heard this and suddenly understood: "So that's how it is."

But upon further thought, this was Beidou Xianfu, so it should be so.

If just anyone could rob the way, wouldn't everyone be in danger?

First, the management layer of Beidou Xianfu would never sit by and do nothing.

Second, robbing the way happens either once or countless times.

The old Steward made a gesture of invitation and said solemnly: "Xu's direct disciple, please."

Xu Zhangqing nodded and stepped onto the array platform.

The light of the light pillar flowed underfoot, and the Space Law patterns on the array platform lit up one by one, emitting a low humming sound.

The old Steward stood below the array platform, struck a spell seal with both hands, and asked in a loud voice: "Destination Tai Xu Lie Yuan, Xu's direct disciple, do you have any other instructions?"

Xu Zhangqing shook his head: "Depart."

Seeing this, the old Steward struck the spell seal into the array platform.

As the Guiding Spirit Light suddenly brightened.

The next second, a dazzling light shot up from the center of the array platform, completely swallowing Xu Zhangqing's figure.

When the light faded, only one person remained in Yin Guan Hall.

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The Guiding Spirit Light carried Xu Zhangqing piercing into the depths of the void.

The scenery around receded at extreme speed.

Stars turned into flowing light, Star Domains shrank into light spots.

Everything was flying backward at a speed beyond perception.

Xu Zhangqing stood in the light pillar, his body steadily supported by a gentle force.

This feeling was very strange.

Clearly traveling through the void at an unimaginable speed, yet there was not the slightest jolt around him, not even the sound of wind.

Only a silence stretched infinitely.

His Divine Sense extended outward through the light pillar, able to see the scenery outside.

Stars like sand.

Star Domains like rivers.

Streams of light brushed past his sides.

Each stream of light represented a folded time-space fold.

Xu Zhangqing watched these scenes, and a trace of emotion suddenly arose in his heart.

Back when he was in Tianyuan Realm, such things could only be done secretly.

Activating a Teleportation Array once required repeatedly confirming whether anyone was watching nearby.

When to leave, how many people leave—all had to be carefully calculated.

A little carelessness, and it would be an ambush and massacre.

But now it was different.

He stood right within the Guiding Spirit Light, passing through the void openly and aboveboard.

He even wished some rogue cultivator could see him.

Because even if they saw him, it would be useless.

With the signboard of the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion hung out, it worked better than any spiritual array.

At this moment, a Realm-Breaking Shuttle appeared in the void ahead.

It was a small black flying shuttle, its surface covered with barb-like armor, clearly not from any legitimate origin at a glance.

The Realm-Breaking Shuttle stopped at the edge of a spatial rift, seemingly lying in wait for some target.

On the side of the shuttle body, several dark green dharma arrays were rotating, scanning the surrounding void.

The next moment, one of the dharma arrays suddenly aimed toward the direction of the Guiding Spirit Light.

The Realm-Breaking Shuttle trembled violently.

Then, it began to retreat frantically.

Yes.

Not an attack.

But directly backing away.

The appearance of the Guiding Spirit Light made that Realm-Breaking Shuttle like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, not even bothering to adjust its direction, fleeing at the fastest speed.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing curled the corner of his mouth slightly: "As expected!"

The Guiding Spirit Light continued forward, encountering along the way some Outer Realm Foreign Races or rogue cultivators wandering in the void one after another.

A rogue cultivator was squatting on a meteorite remains, seemingly preparing to ambush some passing transmission channel.

When the pressure of the Guiding Spirit Light swept over from afar, this fellow's body froze stiff.

He raised his head and glanced.

Just one glance.

Then he leapt into the air from the meteorite remains, rolling and crawling, his whole person transforming into a streak of blood light and escaping into the depths of the void.

It seemed that to survive, he had even activated some secret art.

There was also a giant beast-type foreign race covered head to toe in scale armor, gnawing on an unknown corpse in the void.

Just as the Guiding Spirit Light lit up from afar, it abruptly raised its head.

Stunned for less than a breath, it also turned and ran.

It hadn't even swallowed the meat in its mouth, carrying it while running wildly.

Xu Zhangqing withdrew his divine sense with a mixture of laughter and tears, no longer paying attention to the situation outside.

The reactions of these rogue cultivators and foreign races explained everything; there was absolutely no need to worry.

No one knew how long had passed.

Within the Guiding Spirit Light, there was almost no concept of time.

Suddenly, the speed of travel began to slow.

The flowing light around changed from an extreme-speed straight line to a slow arc, and the patterns of the Space Law peeled away layer by layer around the light pillar.

After a slight tearing sensation.

Xu Zhangqing's feet touched solid ground.

As the light pillar dissipated, his divine sense spread out toward the surroundings immediately.

Beneath his feet was dark gold rock, hard in texture, its surface covered with traces of erosion by the ages.

Behind him was a spatial rift slowly closing, the edges of the crack still retaining the law remnants of the Guiding Spirit Light, emitting a faint humming sound.

But the scene before his eyes was completely different from what Xu Zhangqing had expected.

The last time he saw Tai Xu Lie Yuan through Xu Zixiao's shared vision, this place was still a chaotic land where law turbulence raged and scenery was broken and shattered.

Mountain peaks burning with green flames, waterfalls severed in mid-air, ruined temples that might vanish in the next second.

Especially those three-headed, six-armed big fellows, even more terrifying.

Now it seemed, the strange phenomena produced by the Corpse Translation Festival had all disappeared at this moment!