I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 412

## Chapter 408: Da Qing’s First Battle, Peacock Shocked

The Xuan Shui (Mysterious Water)遁光 (遁光: escape light, a technique used by cultivators to travel at high speeds) in the rear, like a monstrous tidal wave, brought suffocating pressure to Zhu Yu Ting.

She had exhausted her Yuan Qi (元气: vital energy, spiritual energy), pushing her escape light to its limits, and even used a top-grade third-tier遁符 (遁符: escape talisman, a talisman that allows the user to teleport a short distance), but the distance kept narrowing.

The sound of rushing water echoed above her head, and the shadow of the enormous spirit turtle enveloped her form. The familiar figure of the white-clad man on its back came into view.

Bang!

A profound water sphere roared towards her, knocking away Zhu Yu Ting’s defensive artifact. Her protective aura shattered like paper, instantly crumbling.

Zhu Yu Ting let out a “Whoa!” as she vomited blood and fell, her shoulders and back caved in, her palace dress stained with blood, and her bones fractured.

“Lord Lu, please spare me! I know I was wrong!”

Zhu Yu Ting, pale and bloodless, knelt and bowed. The Xuan Shui Turtle’s strength was far more terrifying than she had imagined. With just one attack, she, a mid-stage Jie Dan (结丹: forming a pill, a stage in cultivation), was severely injured and utterly helpless.

“Miss Zhu, what wrong have you committed?”

Lu Chang An, seated on the turtle’s back, smiled faintly.

“This humble one’s former country of Heng Guo was conquered by Beast King Valley many years ago. Out of desperation, I reluctantly joined the demon path. Later, I was coerced by a Beast King Valley elder to infiltrate Jin Yun Valley as a guest elder, providing information as an inside agent.”

“The deception of Lord Lu back then was orchestrated by Lord Wan He (万鹤: Ten Cranes), I was merely a pawn, with no choice…”

Zhu Yu Ting’s face was filled with sorrow, her eyes brimming with tears, as she recounted her hardships.

Hearing her explanation, Lu Chang An couldn’t help but chuckle. In a few words, Zhu Yu Ting had shifted all blame, making herself seem like the true victim.

Numerous cultivation nations in the Wei Dao League (卫道盟: The League of Righteous Path, a major faction in the cultivation world) had fallen to the demons. Many cultivation forces, their homes and families destroyed, retreated to the remaining three nations of the Wei Dao League, yet none of them surrendered.

Zhu Yu Ting simply had higher hopes for the demon path and chose to bet on Beast King Valley; the rest of her excuses were hollow.

Years ago, under the alias of Nie Yuan, Lu Chang An had encountered Zhu Yu Ting and her grandmother in the Wan Yue (望月: Gazing at the Moon) Immortal City, both Jie Dan (结丹: forming a pill, a stage in cultivation) at the same time.

After Nie Yuan formed his Immortal Golden Pill, Zhu Yu Ting, abandoning her aloof and reserved attitude from their time outside the city, called him “Brother Nie” and even left behind a token, inviting him to visit Heng Guo in the future.

At that time, Lu Chang An thought that Heng Guo was on the rear lines and could be used as a backup retreat. But he never expected that Beast King Valley, through a flanking maneuver against Feng Guo (烽国: Beacon Country), would conquer Heng Guo, which had no Nascent Soul (元婴: Nascent Soul, a powerful stage in cultivation) forces.

“Miss Zhu, since you know your crime, come with this Lord back to Jin Yun Valley to receive punishment!”

Lu Chang An, his thoughts returning, said expressionlessly.

“Lord Lu, you cannot do this!”

Zhu Yu Ting’s voice trembled, her face drained of color, and her delicate fingernails dug into the dirt. If she were taken back to Jin Yun Valley, she, a traitor and inside agent, would surely face a terrible fate. Even if she miraculously managed to survive, she would be reduced to a slave or a laborer in eternal darkness.

“Lord Hei Yu (黑羽: Black Feather) of Beast King Valley is my master! The Wei Dao League and Beast King Valley have signed a peace treaty and trade agreement, you cannot break the rules and take me away…”

Zhu Yu Ting panicked, revealing her patron.

“Break the rules?”

Lu Chang An scoffed in disdain, “The rules of the Da Qing (大青: Great Blue, the name of a vast cultivation world) cultivation world are established by us Nascent Soul cultivators. Do you truly think Beast King Valley will make a fuss over a peripheral Jie Dan cultivator like you?”

His words had barely left his lips.

A deep wave of Xuan Shui (Mysterious Water) transformed into a rope, binding Zhu Yu Ting tightly, leaving her helpless.

“Crack” went a clear, crisp sound.

祝仙子 (Miss Zhu, a title of respect for female cultivators), her figure disheveled and messy, was tossed onto the hard turtle shell. Lu Chang An extended a finger, releasing a vibrant emerald-green beam of light, sealing Zhu Yu Ting’s cultivation energy.

“Woo…”

Bound and gagged with Xuan Shui, Zhu Yu Ting could only whine helplessly.

…

The Xuan Shui Turtle continued its aquatic escape, approaching the Jing Guo (荆国: Thorn Country, one of the three remaining nations of the Wei Dao League) cultivation world.

Lu Chang An, suddenly feeling a change, turned his head.

A black beam of light, moving at an astounding speed, like a domineering demonic meteor, pierced the clouds, covering a hundred or two miles in an instant.

Where it passed, black gusts of wind howled, revealing a pair of majestic black wings, stretching several meters wide.

Beneath the wings, a young True Jun (真君: True Lord, a title for powerful cultivators), clad in a black feathered robe with sharp shoulders, appeared.

“Who are you, wild cultivator, to dare touch my woman!”

The Black Feather True Jun, his face cold and his eyes sharp as a hawk, locked onto the Xuan Shui Turtle and the white-clad young man in the distance. His speed, far exceeding that of a beginning Nascent Soul, allowed him to quickly catch up.

Lu Chang An, initially taken aback, thought he was facing a mid-stage Nascent Soul. But upon realizing that he was only a beginning Nascent Soul, he noticed that he was exceptionally skilled in escape techniques, relying on the black wing artifact behind him.

“This woman is a traitor and an inside agent of the Wei Dao League. This True Jun is taking her back to my sect. Are you here to argue?”

Lu Chang An squinted, observing the man’s methods and secretly making calculations.

“So, you’re the Turtle Immortal who ran away all those years ago?”

The Black Feather True Jun, sensing Lu Chang An’s Nascent Soul cultivation, was secretly surprised. He had also been a Saint Son of Beast King Valley back in the day, and knew the Peacock Saintess (孔雀圣女: Peacock Saintess, a title for a powerful female cultivator) well. Thus, he had some understanding of the Turtle Immortal from a hundred years ago.

“This is Lord Hei Yu (黑羽: Black Feather), an elder of Beast King Valley.”

The Black Feather True Jun, looking down from above, spoke forcefully, giving his orders. “Zhu Yu Ting is my concubine. Return her to me, Lord Lu, and offer your apologies. I can overlook your previous killings and transgressions.”

Being an elder of Beast King Valley, with escape speed that dominated the east of Da Qing, the Black Feather True Jun did not consider the newly advanced Nascent Soul from this small place worthy of his attention.

On the turtle’s back, the imprisoned Zhu Yu Ting saw the Black Feather True Jun in the sky and couldn’t help but reveal a look of joy.

Due to various factors, Beast King Valley failed to swallow the last three nations of the Wei Dao League. Of these, the largest, Feng Guo (烽国: Beacon Country), was conquered only one-third.

The Wei Dao League, relatively weaker, had signed an unequal trade agreement after the ceasefire. Cultivators from both sides were allowed to trade and interact in designated areas.

The Wei Dao League’s channels were blocked; they had to either consume their resources internally or trade at low prices with Beast King Valley. Beast King Valley, however, had no such restrictions, with trade routes extending throughout the east.

In this grand context, Beast King Valley’s Nascent Soul cultivators naturally held a higher status than those from the remaining three nations of the Wei Dao League.

“Even if the Grand Master of Beast King Valley himself were to arrive, I would still bring this woman back to Jin Yun Valley today and bring her to justice.”

Lu Chang An’s tone was calm and unwavering. Having come from the Great Abyss, he certainly wouldn’t be intimidated by a beginning Nascent Soul of Beast King Valley.

“Very well! Since Lord Lu is so determined, do not blame me for exceeding my authority and teaching you a lesson on behalf of Lord Chu (楚盟主: Lord Chu, the Grand Master of Jin Yun Valley).”

The Black Feather True Jun’s eyes narrowed into a fierce and cold gaze. His black-veined hand stretched out, gathering Nascent Soul-level cultivation energy, and slowly grasped towards the turtle below.

Whoosh!

Black sand and wind whirled, casting the world into darkness. Within the heart of the swirling black wind, covering a few hundred meters, appeared a sharp, rotating blade of black feathers.

Wherever it passed, deep chasms were left in the earth, and hills were chopped into fragments.

Lu Chang An and the Xuan Shui Turtle were both enveloped.

Zhu Yu Ting, terrified, sensing the Black Feather True Jun’s murderous intent, completely disregarded her own safety as his concubine.

The Black Feather True Jun had admired the Peacock Saintess (孔雀圣女: Peacock Saintess) back when he was a Jie Dan (结丹: forming a pill, a stage in cultivation). And his lawful wife had died in the demon war decades ago.

It was rumored that the Black Feather True Jun wanted the Peacock Saintess “Pei Shu Yuan” to be his lawful wife, forming a powerful alliance with Lord Wan He’s (万鹤: Ten Cranes) faction.

His domineering attitude earlier was not for her, a mere Jie Dan concubine. Instead, he wanted to take this opportunity to teach Lu Chang An a lesson, to gain the favor of Pei Shu Yuan and Lord Wan He’s (万鹤: Ten Cranes) faction.

…

“Lord Hei Yu (黑羽: Black Feather), there’s no need to rush. A mere beginning Nascent Soul won’t make me run away.”

Lu Chang An, enveloped in the black wind and sandstorm, saw through the Black Feather True Jun’s intentions, fearing that he wouldn’t dare fight and would simply run. It seemed that the rumors of the Turtle Immortal from a hundred years ago were deeply rooted in the Wei Dao League.

A thick water shield lit up around the Xuan Shui Turtle, as it struggled to control several orbs of profound heavy water, colliding with those sharp, rotating black feather blades.

The Xuan Shui Turtle, with its mutated celestial bloodline, had refined some of the Xuan Ming (玄冥: Mysterious Darkness) Heavy Water from the冥水真君 (冥水真君: The True Jun of Mysterious Darkness, a powerful cultivator), making it stronger than most late-stage Jie Dan (结丹: forming a pill, a stage in cultivation).

However, the gap in cultivation could only allow it to withstand the attack for a short time.

Lu Chang An stood on the turtle’s back with his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers forming incantations. Emerald-green light circled him, giving birth to thick, jade-green vines, as thick as dragons, winding around the water shield, blocking the most threatening black feather blades.

Those rapidly rotating black feather blades, like nine-heavenly gales, unstoppable and unyielding, cut through the jade-green vines one after another.

But Lu Chang An’s Chang Qing (长青: Everlasting Green) Art was inexhaustible. More and more thick, jade-green vines emerged, pushing back the Black Feather True Jun’s attacks until they ran out of steam.

“This Lu Turtle’s cultivation power and techniques are not as weak as I imagined.”

The Black Feather True Jun raised an eyebrow. The large-scale spell was consuming quite a bit of energy, yet the other party was effortlessly coping with it. The Xuan Shui Turtle’s mutated bloodline, comparable to a celestial spirit beast, hadn’t escaped the Black Feather True Jun’s eyes.

He discarded his initial contempt and patted the spirit beast bag at his waist.

Chirp!

A powerful screech echoed across the sky, accompanied by a violent gust that tore through the air.

A giant black owl appeared in the clouds, its head like a cat’s, and its wingspan even larger than the Xuan Shui Turtle.

“A quasi-fourth-tier Black Owl.”

Lu Chang An was not surprised. Beast King Valley cultivators were not strong in terms of individual combat or duels, but in their mastery of spirit beasts.

“Lord Lu, against Beast King Valley cultivators, you seem to have miscalculated in thinking you could gain an advantage with a spirit beast.”

The Black Feather True Jun gave the order, and the Black Owl, generating a violent gust, swooped down from the sky, its claws outstretched, aiming for the head of the Xuan Shui Turtle.

To prevent Lu Chang An from offering assistance, a rustic longbow appeared in front of the Black Feather True Jun. As he infused it with cultivation energy, a golden arrow, nearly a meter long, formed on the bowstring, targeting Lu Chang An.

Whizz!

The golden arrow, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the air, reaching Lu Chang An in an instant. Its fierce aura brought a faint sense of threat.

Lu Chang An had already summoned his 龙木杖 (Long Mu Zhang: Dragonwood Staff, a powerful staff-like artifact), transforming it into a towering ancient tree nearly a hundred meters tall. Crimson dragon shadows were etched onto its surface, accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

Bang!

The golden arrow, though strong in penetration, encountered a heavy-duty artifact like this, which specialized in direct combat, exploding into a burst of sharp golden energy, held back firmly.

At the same time.

The Xuan Shui Turtle withdrew its head into its shell. The thick water shield surrounding it was torn open by the quasi-fourth-tier Black Owl’s claws, followed by the clash of metal.

The dark green markings on the dark green turtle shell, shaped like leaves, were scratched by the Black Owl’s sharp claws, leaving only a slight, barely noticeable mark.

Compared to the broad, thick turtle shell, it wasn’t even a slight injury.

Whoosh, puff, puff!

The Xuan Shui Turtle manipulated several profound heavy water orbs, radiating Yin (阴: Yin, one of the two fundamental forces in Chinese philosophy, often associated with darkness, cold, and the feminine principle) energy, smashing into the Black Owl.

The Black Owl, highly agile, easily dodged the heavy water, beating its wings as it tried to distance itself.

But just then, four late-stage傀儡 (傀儡: puppet, a type of artificial life form often used in cultivation) on the turtle’s back formed an array, releasing a beam of crystalline light, anticipating the Black Owl’s escape route.

“Puppet Army Array!”

The Black Feather True Jun, in the clouds, his face contorted in shock.

Those four puppets were all top-grade third-tier, each rare and valuable in the east. The attack unleashed by their combined array was enough to threaten the Black Owl.

Bang!

The Black Owl was hit by the beam of crystalline light, leaving a scorched mark on its flank. Its body swayed, its speed decreasing, nearly losing its balance and falling.

Although spirit birds have high mobility, their bodies and defenses are far inferior to those of scaled beasts of the same level.

The Black Owl, having just regained its balance, was quickly surrounded by attacks from the Xuan Shui Turtle’s water-based spells and heavy water orbs. It was caught off guard, struggling to defend itself.

“Hehehe, a quasi-fourth-tier spirit bird, it’s more valuable than Miss Zhu, I guess.”

Lu Chang An chuckled, a sense of satisfaction at getting two for the price of one.

He formed incantations with his fingers, controlling the 龙木杖 (Long Mu Zhang: Dragonwood Staff), which transformed into a giant column of shadow, descending from the sky, slamming hard into the Black Owl.

“Stop!”

The Black Feather True Jun roared in anger, commanding the longbow to fire another golden arrow, attempting to force Lu Chang An to defend himself. That giant wooden artifact would put a heavy burden on his cultivation energy and mental energy.

Lu Chang An was about to raise his hand, using his quasi-fourth-tier body cultivation and wood-based spells to defuse the golden arrow.

“It’s rare to encounter a lone Nascent Soul of Beast King Valley…”

But on second thought, he activated a fourth-tier treasure talisman, creating a dazzling metal shield.

Although fourth-tier treasure talismans are not as powerful as artifacts of the same level, they still buffer a significant portion of the force. The golden arrow’s remaining momentum was blocked by Lu Chang An’s protective shield.

The Black Feather True Jun’s plan failed, but the quasi-fourth-tier Black Owl on the other side was in dire straits.

With a boom.

The Black Owl was struck by the 龙木杖 (Long Mu Zhang: Dragonwood Staff), and as it let out a mournful cry, its bloody feathers scattered.

Lu Chang An, having held back some of his power, once again formed incantations. The surface of the towering ancient tree shimmered with emerald-green light, growing vines that circled around, binding the severely injured Black Owl.

The 龙木杖 (Long Mu Zhang: Dragonwood Staff), nurtured and refined for so many years, had been honed and enhanced, becoming even more powerful than its initial state.

…

“You dare!”

Seeing his battle fail, leading to the capture of the Black Owl, the Black Feather True Jun was furious and anxious.

Training a quasi-fourth-tier spirit bird required countless years of effort and dedication.

The Black Feather True Jun put away his longbow and, with a flap of his wings, rushed towards Lu Chang An, covering several hundred meters in an instant.

He switched to a bronze halberd, imbued with ancient artifact materials, which was skilled in direct combat.

Buzz!

The bronze halberd shimmered with dark green ancient patterns, transforming into a weapon thirty or forty meters long, radiating a golden warrior’s aura, piercing towards Lu Chang An.

The Black Feather True Jun’s strategy remained unchanged; he had to force Lu Chang An to submit to save the Black Owl. If he were to attack the 龙木杖 (Long Mu Zhang: Dragonwood Staff) directly, he might injure his own spirit beast.

Lu Chang An stepped forward, meeting his attack, cultivation energy circulating around his body, with emerald-green light flashing, seeming to intend to face the blow head-on with his body and cultivation.

Pch!

The emerald-green light shattered, Lu Chang An was pierced through by the bronze halberd, exploding into a shower of wood chips.

“Not good, a shadow-shifting technique.”

The Black Feather True Jun, his full-powered attack landing on nothing, his face contorted in terror.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two emerald-green figures of Lu Chang An appeared, one on each side, both emanating the aura of a beginning Nascent Soul.

The Black Feather True Jun, using his mental energy and spiritual eye technique, could not distinguish between them in a short time.

The demonic True Jun’s heart sank, an ominous feeling washing over him.

The previous illusory wood clone, he could forgive, as it had been created hastily.

But he couldn’t see through it this time, meaning either Lu Chang An’s cultivation and mental energy were superior to his, or he had mastered this technique to an extremely high level.

And such techniques, those with “illusion” in their names, often require a high level of mental energy to reach mastery.

Just as the Black Feather True Jun focused his attention on the two illusory wood clones.

Bang!

The hill not far behind him suddenly exploded, releasing a powerful earth demon aura.

In an instant, the billowing sand and wind enveloped the Black Feather True Jun. His protective aura crackled and flickered, tiny cracks appearing on its surface.

His cultivation energy was used to control the bronze halberd, his mental energy and attention were diverted by the illusory wood clones, leaving his defenses weak and his reaction slow by half a beat.

“A fourth-tier demon king!”

The Black Feather True Jun exclaimed, realizing the danger, his heart pounding with fear.

He hadn’t even noticed that a fourth-tier earth demon king was lurking in this area.

Swoosh!

One of the illusory wood clones instantly closed in on the Black Feather True Jun.

“Thousand-Withered Vine Hand!”

Lu Chang An swung his hand, cultivation energy surging, his arm suddenly expanding, growing withered yellow vines, transforming into a vine hand several meters long, grabbing towards the Black Feather True Jun.

This wood-based, evil art technique, Lu Chang An had begun to cultivate in his Jie Dan (结丹: forming a pill, a stage in cultivation) period, having achieved a high level of mastery. It had the ability to capture and kill, devouring the blood essence of living beings.

Under normal circumstances, with the Black Feather True Jun’s agility, he would simply activate the 黑天翼 (Hei Tian Yi: Black Sky Wings, a pair of wings that allow the user to fly), dodge quickly, and create distance.

But right now, he was entangled in the earth demon’s sandstorm, and there was a pulling force from the ground. It was the earth-binding technique.

“Break!”

In the face of danger, the Black Feather True Jun’s eyes turned red. He erupted with cultivation energy, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

Whoosh!

His black wings fanned out a gust of black demonic flames, blocking the 千枯藤手 (Qian Ku Teng Shou: Thousand-Withered Vine Hand) over his head, burning and neutralizing it.

Even the sandstorm and the earth-binding force were mostly broken free.

A Nascent Soul True Jun in a burst mode, naturally, has greatly increased combat power.

The Black Feather True Jun infused cultivation energy into his 黑天翼 (Hei Tian Yi: Black Sky Wings) behind him, a gust of wind swept through, seemingly about to escape the束缚 (束缚: restriction, binding) and, with the speed of a mid-stage Nascent Soul, get away.

Lu Chang An smiled faintly, his hand forming incantations, summoning the 寒冰神链 (Han Bing Shen Lian: Cold Ice Divine Chain, a chain-like artifact that possesses ice-based abilities).

A玄铁冰链 (Xuan Tie Bing Lian: Xuan Iron Ice Chain, a chain forged from Xuan Iron), radiating silver crystal light, stretched for dozens of meters, exuding a frigid aura of silver white frost, slowly coiling around.

But, based on the Black Feather True Jun’s escape speed, it was too late.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The Black Feather True Jun, about to soar into the clouds, suddenly staggered, his cultivation energy circulation blocked, his face turning a reddish black with poison.

“Fourth-tier poison!”

The Black Feather True Jun instantly felt a chill run down his spine, his head spinning and his cultivation energy failing.

“Now you’ve realized it, but it’s too late!”

Murderous intent flashed in Lu Chang An’s eyes. He immediately controlled the 寒冰神链 (Han Bing Shen Lian: Cold Ice Divine Chain), binding the Black Feather True Jun, whose speed had greatly decreased, as frost spread across his body.

The poison and the frost worked together, holding the Black Feather True Jun firmly in place, preventing him from escaping.

It turned out that when the earth demon king attacked, tearing through the Black Feather True Jun’s protective shield, the billowing sand and wind contained a fourth-tier poison.

To make the earth demon king more stealthy.

Lu Chang An had even lent the 黑风斗篷 (Hei Feng Dou Peng: Black Wind Cloak, a cloak that allows the user to camouflage themselves) to the earth demon king to use. When it was hidden underground, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have been unable to detect it.

…

The border of Jing Guo (荆国: Thorn Country) in the Wei Dao League.

When two Nascent Soul True Juns clashed, with their spirit beasts participating in the battle, the tremendous commotion and fluctuations of cultivation energy naturally alarmed both sides.

The sensing formations and restrictions sounded alarms repeatedly.

“A True Jun battle! Run!”

The cultivators within hundreds of miles of the area fled in panic.

This level of combat, even if ordinary cultivators were just slightly close, they would be killed by the aftershocks of a True Jun battle.

At one point.

From the direction of the demon path, a long crane cry echoed.

“Greetings, Lord Pei (裴真人: Lord Pei).”

“Greetings, Peacock Saintess.”

The nearby Beast King Valley scouts and patrol cultivators all bowed respectfully.

A third-tier white spirit crane, elegant and graceful, flew towards them. On its back sat a woman in colorful silk clothing. Her beauty was stunning, a sight to behold. Her every gesture exuded nobility and coldness.

She sat sideways on the crane, her crystal-clear legs, hidden beneath her colorful skirt, stretched along the crane’s belly, revealing a pair of jade-white lotus feet.

“That Lu Turtle has already advanced to the Nascent Soul stage…”

The Peacock Saintess, sensing this from a distance, gritted her teeth, her moonlit eyes filled with humiliation and hatred.

To be precise, the title Peacock Saintess was a thing of the past.

Her age had already exceeded the limits of Saint Son and Saintess, and without breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, she naturally could not bear the title of Saintess, the pride of her generation.

Pei Shu Yuan, who had been with the Black Feather True Jun, inspecting the border area, followed closely after receiving news of the Xuan Shui Turtle.

“With the Black Feather True Jun’s incredible escape speed, as long as he keeps Lu Turtle entangled, waiting for reinforcements from Beast King Valley…”

The Peacock Saintess tilted her swan-like neck, filled with anticipation.

The Nascent Soul path was already cut off, her greatest desire was to seek revenge. Every time she thought of her defeat back then, of her days in captivity, she would silently repeat Lu Chang An’s name.

What you think about, you will eventually find.

After a hundred years, Lu Chang An, who had disappeared from the east of Da Qing, had finally reappeared!

“Not good! A fourth-tier demon king…”

Pei Shu Yuan, watching from afar, her beautiful face suddenly changed.

She gritted her teeth and comforted, “Don’t worry, even with the combined power of two Nascent Soul, they can’t defeat the Black Feather True Jun.”

However, only a few breaths passed.

The area enveloped in the whirlwind of sand and wind, the Black Feather True Jun’s cultivation energy was rapidly dimming and disappearing.

“This, how is this possible…”

Pei Shu Yuan’s exquisite features showed an expression of disbelief and shock.

Even if the Black Feather True Jun had lost, it shouldn’t have happened so quickly?

Suddenly!

Nascent Soul screams reverberated through the distant sky, a soul-piercing roar:

“Lu Turtle! Today, you are insidious, cunning, and have poisoned and ambushed me, extinguishing my physical form and robbing me of my artifacts and spirit beast… Beast King Valley, the Six Great Saint Sects (六大圣门: Six Great Saint Sects, six major factions in the cultivation world), will never let you go!”

(End of Chapter)

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