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In the midst of battle, Wen Tian and Qin Wenjun felt as if everything around them had frozen. The vibrant colors that once surrounded them had all faded, replaced by a realm of black, red, and gray.
No Nine Nether Cultivator could escape such a binding. Wen Tian knew that if Xiazhi's spirit beast, Time Sand, unleashed its secret technique, it would be their only hope to break through. There could be no hesitation.
The three of them simultaneously activated their escape techniques, with Xiazhi's Light Escape Technique being unparalleled in speed. Yuan Ti and the others surged out of the valley, closely followed by the two behind them as they broke free and emerged outside the valley.
Clap, clap, clap.
A series of applause rang out as a group of Nine Nether Cultivators awaited them in ambush, led by a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes dressed in gray.
The applause was disheartening, striking a heavy blow to the trio's confidence.
"Let me introduce Yi Dong. This is Lu Chen Zhou, a cultivator from Lutuo Pavilion, sent to enter the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm to hunt down our Dust Realm geniuses."
Xiazhi and the others scrutinized Lu Chen Zhou, realizing that he was the one leading the attack against them. They had no idea about his cultivation level.
The three exchanged glances without using sound transmission and then broke off in different directions to escape. This time, they did not use their escape techniques but instead took out Light Speed Talismans they had brought from their Sect. Each Light Speed Talisman varied in duration and requirements based on its level.
At that moment, all three used high-level Light Speed Talismans. Once activated, they shot off like streaks of light in three different directions.
Lu Chen Zhou seemed oblivious to their escape. A slight smirk appeared on his lips, revealing an alluring yet sinister smile. The faint shadow in his eyes made anyone who looked at him feel uneasy, as if some sinister plot was at play.
Suddenly, all three halted mid-air. In front of them lay rows of gleaming Cold Light swords. They glanced at each other simultaneously and realized they had fallen into an enemy sword formation—truly trapped with nowhere to run.
Xiazhi took out the Golden Light Seal once again, attempting to break through the formation. At this point, there was no other choice but to force a way through.
Wen Tian Ze expressionlessly drew his Wenxin Sword. Throughout his journey, he had relied on this sword at his side; it was his only support, and now he could only trust in that blade.
Qin Wenjun looked anxiously at Xiazhi but received no response. He knew that from the moment Xiazhi had taken out the Golden Light Seal, they had lost all hope. Yet, he couldn't deny that if anyone could break through, it would be Xiazhi.
Desperately, Qin Wenjun charged toward Xiazhi, but he found himself sinking deeper into despair. Initially, his progress was swift, but with each step forward, the cost became increasingly steep. In less than five minutes, he was already covered in wounds.
Wen Tian also struggled to move forward but did not retreat an inch. He understood that there was no turning back to the valley now; those who surrounded them were not merely seeking the lives of the three of them but were intent on using the current sword formation to kill any rescuing cultivators.
He knew that there were still seven or eight days until the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm opened. Once cultivators began to gather, more and more would come like moths drawn to a flame, leading to their own demise.
Thus, they would rather choose to fight to the death here than take a single step back and become bait for their enemies.
Where was Junior Brother Xuanming? Was he safe? Where was everyone?
Qin Wenjun sent a message to Wen Tian, who was relatively close by, but he clearly received no answer. Originally, Gu Ping had been with Xiazhi, but when they saw Xiazhi again, Gu Ping was nowhere to be found.
Neither of them could believe that Gu Ping had vanished along with the Jade Token. How could someone so strong as a Divine Cultivator just disappear without a trace? That question might have been one only Xiazhi could answer.
Yet neither Wen Tian nor Qin Wenjun dared to voice their concerns. From the moment they had split up and then seen Xiazhi again, they had wanted to ask about Gu Ping's fate. But no one spoke up because they couldn't believe Gu Ping would have fallen. In their eyes, the one who called himself Gu Nian and went by the title of Junior Brother Xuanming was truly formidable; he wouldn’t fall easily.
As they pressed on, where was Cigarette Paper when they needed him most?
Where are the others?
Xiazhi understood the thoughts of the two, and he also knew where Gu Ping was. But how much better was Gu Ping's situation compared to hers? She believed that the person they regarded as an absolute genius, unparalleled in strength, capable of turning the tide, was not called Gu Nian but rather Gu Ping.
He was just an ordinary person from The Book of Radiant Path. Once his identity was exposed, he would face the scrutiny and jealousy of everyone in Tian Di Dong.
Commoners are innocent, but possessing something precious can be a crime. The desire for power among cultivators would surpass everything and drown him. At this moment, Gu Ping was facing an even greater crisis. If they could not successfully navigate through it, then the three of them might never see that astonishing Junior Brother again.
Xiazhi looked at Wen Tian and transmitted a message: "We cannot rely on them anymore; they have to depend on themselves. If not, we may never see Junior Brother Xuanming again. Let him take the jade pendant left at the Chen Kingdom base to Cangqing Mountain and get rid of it."
No expectations.
Qin Wenjun swung his sword fiercely, though his strength was average. At that moment, Fei Qian's meridians were damaged, and he unleashed all his power, temporarily forcing back the sword in front of him. He realized Xiazhi's intentions, but at this point, he no longer had the strength to stop it.
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