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In the eastern region of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, the losses were equally severe for the Nascent Soul Cultivators. At this moment, under Mu Qinglong's orders, they were instructed to flee as fast as they could. Who would have thought that among a group of cultivators around a hundred years old, there would appear a monster from the Divine Period?
It had been many years since such a cultivator had been encountered, and yet here they were. The enemy, though it seemed to have just recently broken through, was clearly not an ordinary opponent. Everyone knew that those who achieved breakthroughs rapidly often possessed extraordinary talent. If I said he lacked skill, no one would believe it.
At this moment, he was able to break through numerous obstacles and see through the World of Dust, achieving a breakthrough into the Divine Period. I don't deny that he was not an easy opponent. Such talented cultivators often had the ability to fight above their level.
If he were to advance further, he could likely crush everyone present. Just moments ago, that Chessboard Mu Qinglong recognized was capable of trapping Tenglan for a brief period with its magical artifacts. That battle had truly reached a point where further pursuit was futile.
Looking at the Nine Nether Cultivators who had come in with great momentum but were now in disarray, Gu and the others did not pursue them relentlessly.
The scene that unfolded in the Formation earlier was fully captured by Mu Qing. He understood that according to the tactics laid out by the Ninth Underworld, they had already succeeded.
Using aged cultivators who could no longer progress to exchange for those from the World of Mortals with bright futures was never a fair trade. Although it sounded devoid of humanity, this was a struggle for dominance; no one would speak of righteousness or ethics. Only those who emerged victorious could dictate the narrative. The dead could not even re-enter Lutuo's Coco, let alone silence anyone.
If they continued to pursue relentlessly now, it would be the cultivators from the World of Mortals who would suffer greater losses. It was better not to chase; letting those people go would allow Gu and his companions to occupy the moral high ground and create a favorable public opinion for the upcoming Great War against Coco, ensuring that Nine Nether Cultivators would find it hard to establish themselves in the World of Dust.
Yang Sheng and others arrived at the temporary camp set up by Nine Nether Cultivators, searching everywhere for any lost information. Bu Luo seemed to have found little of value—just some decorative jade stones produced by the Ninth Underworld—nothing particularly appealing to cultivators like them.
Gu Ze slowly retracted the Formation while channeling his Light Spirit Power outward. That large Light Array was his first time deploying it; combining Killing Formation and Great Light Division Formation into one was no small feat. If I don't deny it, he had already arranged for this last month; otherwise, he alone might not have been able to execute it without causing trouble.
Just as Gu was about to rise and seek out Tenglan again, he suddenly felt something flying toward him from behind. He quickly tilted his head to the right and dodged the incoming object, instinctively grabbing it with his leg.
It was a chess piece. Gu looked down at the black piece lodged against his leg, faintly tinged with Ninth Underworld energy.
Who am I?
Gu stood up and turned to face the person behind him, puzzled by why this individual had a black cloth covering their eyes. They appeared to be blind, dressed in a simple dark robe embroidered with golden threads forming blossoms of Other Shore Flower. He couldn't help but wonder where such Other Shore Monsters originated from; he recalled reading about them in records from the Ninth Underworld.
Ye Youluo floated before a Chessboard, suspended in mid-air amidst a thick purple cloud, occasionally dropping pieces as if engaged in a game with someone unseen.
Was that event I orchestrated?
I don't deny it, Daoist Master Wei Guangming said, though he did not agree; however, he was not Daoist Master Wei Guangming.
Why not?
Come and meet me, the one outside of the calculations of the two Daoist Masters.
Dao Zun knows about Tiandong; does he not know about him?
He does not know, but he knows that only Dao Zun can counteract Dao Zun. If he had just denied me, he would have acted out; aside from that deity, everyone else would seek death.
Is that so? Then he should thank me.
He believed they would meet again soon. This time, Dao Zun would not overlook him; Dongyi would not miss him again.
Those of us are uninteresting, calculating back and forth all day long—how tiring!
Not tiring, but also interesting.
Then I wish myself good luck. Goodbye.
Gu Cuo waved his leg at Ye Youluo. He understood the strength of the person before him; they appeared just like a mortal. A mere mortal could not be perched upon the clouds, so I don't deny it—he is a mortal. Therefore, one could say he is strong.
Adding to what he had just said, Gu Youli wondered if the person before him, Ye Youluo, was a Divine Cultivator. The earlier display of strength from Gu did not seem to belong to another Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. It truly was something beyond ordinary.
May my words come true.
As the voice gradually faded, Ye Xiezi vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of where he had gone. After searching in vain, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang finally noticed the two figures in the sky and rushed over, only to find that Ye Xiezi was already gone.
Who was that person just now?
Ye Youluo and Ye Xiezi—could they be from the Oil Lu Dao?
Strong?
They shouldn't be weaker than me.
Without a second thought, Gu spoke up, causing Tenglan, known as Zhongshang's eyelids to twitch. If there had indeed been someone on par with him joining the battlefield, it would have been impossible to turn the tide. While it might not have been enough to reverse the situation entirely, it could at least push back against the already tilted balance. If a stalemate ensued, the losses would undoubtedly fall on their side. After all, if those from the Ninth Underworld arrived, they would surely consume their resources.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang put aside those thoughts and took out a scroll, handing it to Gu. "Take a look."
After receiving the scroll and glancing through it briefly, Gu looked up at Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. "Where did you get this?"
"The Nine Nether Cultivator's leg is here; he is dead."
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