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A large group of Demons charged forward, their shadows flickering like ghosts from a haunted realm. Following them were five powerful presences; even before they arrived, an immense pressure loomed overhead like dark clouds.
Ling Yi Zi let out a cold laugh, standing tall with his chest out. "Ask the Way" suddenly expanded, releasing a brilliant white light that stretched for hundreds of feet. Ling Yi Zi held "Ask the Way" firmly, standing majestically like a mountain amidst the clouds.
The vanguard had arrived. At that moment, Ling Yi Zi moved.
A dazzling white light surged forth, creating a whirlwind that rushed into the swarm of Demons, moving so fast it was nearly invisible. The air was completely sucked away, and the sky around Ling Yi Zi transformed into a cold, dark vortex, with swirling blades of light resembling snowflakes dancing around the edges.
In the center of the vortex, countless shadows fell silently like blood rain, as Black Light demon cores were drawn into the black hole. The blades spun violently, and faint cries of agony emanated from within the demon cores. The blade energy penetrated deep into the cores, inflicting unbearable pain that reached into their very souls.
The surrounding cannon fodder Demons abruptly halted, shouting in fear and refusing to advance.
"Useless trash!"
A bolt of Black Light shot through the snowflake-like blade light of "Ask the Way," heading straight for Ling Yi Zi. With his mind focused, Ling Yi Zi swiftly redirected "Ask the Way," perfectly intercepting the Black Light.
With a clang! The sound echoed as if time had frozen.
A powerful force erupted from the tip of the blade, causing Ling Yi Zi's clothes to billow as if he were a white flag waving in the wind. The cannon fodder Demons were sent tumbling backward like kites with severed strings, barely managing to stabilize themselves near the five powerful presences.
The Demons were all astonished; this person was incredibly formidable!
Ling Yi Zi pressed "Ask the Way" against the tip of Flag Spear, leaning forward without moving, his face shifting between blue and red. Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan and withdrew his blade with a flourish, spraying blood droplets that fell like rain. "Ask the Way" vanished back into his body.
The Demons clearly saw that white figure lying face down beside the person sitting cross-legged, uncertain whether he was dead or alive.
"Capture them, alive!"
Behind him, the Old Demon moved his hand, and the "Soul Summoning and Spirit Refining Banner" flew out, merging with the returning Flag Spear. A large black flag rose slowly into the air. Suddenly, the sky rolled over, and those demon cores that had just escaped the vortex vanished without a trace. The large flag then disappeared into the Old Demon's palm.
The Old Demon was ruthless enough to refine the demon cores of his own subordinates!
The cannon fodder demons watched this scene in horror, their hearts trembling and their legs shaking.
"Why aren't you moving yet?"
The voice was soft but carried an undeniable terrifying pressure. The demons shouted in a frenzy and rushed towards Li Hong and Ling Yi Zi.
At that moment, the front row of demons suddenly witnessed a strange sight: the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of dazzling golden light flashed from his gaze. In an instant, both the young man and the white-clothed figure on the ground vanished.
"Trying to escape? What do you think our Underworld Palace is?"
Five beams of black light shot out at an almost invisible speed, disappearing from sight in a flash. In the distance, a golden light flickered and also vanished.
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Li Hong carried Ling Yi Zi as he flew away on Yue Que. Those five were Nascent Soul Old Demons! Facing all five of them meant certain death. His injuries had not yet healed, but there was no time to waste; if they stayed any longer, both he and Ling Yi Zi would likely perish together.
A warning bell rang in his heart; he didn't need to look back to know that the Old Demon's Flag Spear was pursuing them, getting closer by the second.
Li Hong marveled at the prowess of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator; even without being present, just activating his magical treasure allowed for such speed. Panic surged within him as he desperately urged Yue Que onward, silently shouting, "Fly faster! Even faster!"
A warm sensation spread through him; it felt as if Yue Que was comforting him.
A flash of light appeared, and Yue Que vanished even faster, a speed that had long exceeded the limits visible to the naked eye. Li Hong felt his Awareness rapidly depleting; just as he had regained some strength, the Golden Core Group began to dim again.
Choosing not to worry about the Old Demon and the Flag Spear closing in behind him, Li Hong gripped a Supreme Celestial Stone with one hand, quickly absorbing Multicolored Spiritual Energy to replenish himself while closing his eyes and fleeing desperately with Ling Yi Zi on his back.
He didn't know how long it had been, but the murderous intent behind him finally faded. Li Hong slowed down and looked back.
To his surprise, it was already bright outside. Below him was the surging Vast Ocean, and as far as he could see, there was nothing but Blue Sea, with no sign of Land at all.
The Old Demon’s Flag Spear had not caught up. Li Hong breathed a sigh of relief, stowing away Yue Que and summoning Lingyi beneath his feet. He had no time to care for himself; first, he needed to examine Ling Yi Zi's injuries.
Ling Yi Zi's face looked like White Marble, completely devoid of color. Li Hong used his Divine Consciousness to check, silently lamenting as he saw that Ling Yi Zi's Viscera were riddled with cracks, his body filled with Stasis, and his meridians displaced. Even the Golden Core was dim and lifeless. With such severe injuries, it was no wonder he had remained silent; he had already fainted.
He needed to find a place to heal him quickly, but no matter which direction he looked, all he saw was endless seawater. Where could Land be? Li Hong released his Divine Consciousness to probe; when it reached fifty miles away, a sudden sharp pain pierced his chest, nearly causing him to drop Ling Yi Zi into the sea.
Li Hong realized he had also sustained serious internal injuries, likely related to his Divine Consciousness. Probing nearby areas was manageable, but distant ones posed significant problems; this clearly indicated that his cultivation was regressing and that he too needed immediate healing.
Thinking this made him anxious; Land, oh Land, where are you? At least show me a small island—anything to rest on would suffice. I’m not afraid of water, but what about Ling Yi Zi!
Li Hong clutched Ling Yi Zi tightly and flew desperately, hoping to spot even a small rock jutting out of the water.
Suddenly, something caught his eye—a small black dot appeared in the vast expanse of sea. Li Hong flew over quickly. As he got closer and saw clearly, it turned out to be an ocean-going ship. He was instantly overjoyed.
This was a large merchant ship returning from Nanyang after trading goods in the Central Plains. Three days ago, it had encountered a storm at sea and been blown off course. The crew worked together and managed to survive, but all their cargo had been thrown overboard to lighten the load.
Now that the sky was clear and bright, the ship's owner, Old Man Lin, stood on deck sighing in despair. This trip had been for nothing; cargo worth a thousand taels of silver was completely lost. The only good news was that the ship remained intact and the crew survived—he didn’t know whether to feel happy or worried.
Suddenly, his eyes bulged out as he trembled and pointed at the sky while shouting, "Look!"
The sailors were busy when they heard the commotion and looked up, only to see two people suddenly appear at the bow of the ship.
One young man was holding a companion in his arms, shouting, "Is there a quiet cabin? Hurry!"
Old Man Lin was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees, stammering, "Please spare us! Don't kill us; we barely escaped the storm three days ago..."
Li Hong was in a hurry. "Who wants to kill you? Just give me a quiet cabin!" He pulled out a large gold ingot from his Cosmic Bag and slammed it down in front of Old Man Lin. "This is for you. Quickly take me to a quiet cabin, and I'll reward you handsomely when I come out!"
Seeing the shiny gold ingot, Old Man Lin's fear dissipated instantly. He regained his strength and scrambled to his feet. "Yes, yes! Please follow me!"
He relinquished his own main cabin and led Li Hong inside.
Li Hong didn't want to say much; he instructed that no one should disturb them, not even by knocking on the door, then promptly closed the cabin door tightly and began treating Ling Yi Zi's injuries.
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Three days later, under Li Hong's efforts, Ling Yi Zi finally woke up after taking a Supplementary Spirit Pill and could start circulating his energy to heal himself.
Only then did Li Hong let out a long sigh of relief. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the cabin and began to meditate with the Supreme Celestial Stone.
This meditation lasted for half a month.
At first, Old Man Lin was quite happy, grinning from ear to ear as he touched the hefty fifty-tael gold ingot. However, as days passed with the cabin door tightly shut and the two never emerging, he began to feel restless and increasingly anxious.
Although he hadn't seen clearly at the time, it seemed these two had flown down from the sky. What were their origins? How could humans fly? Why were they locked inside without coming out? They didn't eat or drink anything—were they human, ghost, or celestial beings?
Having sailed for many years, Old Man Lin had witnessed all sorts of strange occurrences, but this was the strangest yet, leading him to become increasingly paranoid.
Rumors began to circulate among the sailors. Some said that the two were Water Spirits, while others claimed they were possessed by gods and would sink the ship at the slightest displeasure. The tales grew more bizarre as time went on. Soon, some began to light incense outside the cabin at midnight, praying to their ancestors for protection, hoping not to bring disaster upon the ship.
Old Man Lin could not be dissuaded; eventually, he even joined the others in burning incense at the main cabin.
On this day, Li Hong finally finished his work. His injuries had healed, and he let out a long breath to expel the lingering negativity. He looked over at Ling Yi Zi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Ling Yi Zi's complexion had regained a healthy glow; although he had not yet finished his meditation, his injuries were nearly healed.
Li Hong felt a sense of relief, but just then, he caught a whiff of acrid smoke. Looking down, he saw thick white smoke billowing in from under the cabin door.
How could a ship be on fire? Divine Consciousness couldn't help but feel amused and exasperated.
At the cabin door stood a large incense burner with incense sticks burning vigorously inside. Old Man Lin and the sailors were kneeling outside on the deck, bowing towards the interior and muttering ominously.
Li Hong rolled his eyes and strode to the cabin door, pulling it open with force. Before Old Man Lin and the others could react in shock, he released an overwhelming pressure and said in a low voice, "Silence! No noise allowed. If you have something to say, do it at the bow of the ship. Remove these ridiculous incense offerings!"
The immense pressure pinned the sailors to the deck, rendering them unable to move an inch without harming them. It wasn't until they trembled and nodded vigorously that Li Hong withdrew his pressure. With a wave of his hand, the sailors quickly carried away the incense burner and scattered like birds, leaving only Old Man Lin, who was pale and trembling as he knelt on the deck.
Li Hong reached out to help Old Man Lin up and said gently, "There's no need to be afraid, old man. I am human, not a ghost. Thank you for saving my life; please speak at the bow of the ship."
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