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A wave of nausea hit Jiang Anbo as he stumbled through the dense pine forest, the pungent stench of a thorny tree overwhelming his senses. This was already the fourth time they had stopped, and he desperately needed a break.
Looking up, he caught sight of an Azure Wolf gliding silently above, its body reeking of blood. Jiang Anbo took a deep breath, but the foul odor invaded his nostrils once more, triggering another bout of dry heaving.
"I don't deny," he muttered to himself, "I often engage in such activities."
Even if it wasn't frequent, occasionally doing such things was enough to deal with mindless beasts. However, if the opponent were more powerful, even those with nascent intelligence would see through it. Bu Luo and Yan Dong were among the beasts that lacked any developed intelligence; Bu Luo could sense that there was someone behind those creatures, likely at least a Demon General orchestrating such a massive horde.
Yan Dong had already reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even ordinary Azure Wolves posed a challenge. If there were an even stronger beast pack ahead, what good would it do for him to join forces?
Gu Weiwei shook her head. Her experiences in the Flowing Cloud Realm warned her that what lay ahead was not merely a beast pack; they were likely approaching a true Great Demon.
If there were more than one Demon General, even all Transcendent Practitioners combined might not be able to breach that Liquid Essence.
The two continued to fly low, weaving through the relentless swarm of Azure Wolves. After navigating through the pack, they finally took another brief respite.
"Wait."
Jiang Anbo felt another wave of nausea rising within him when Gu Weiwei suddenly halted their advance.
Following her gaze, Jiang Anbo spotted what appeared to be remnants of flesh clinging together—likely the skeleton of an Azure Wolf—its bones soaked in the blood of its fallen kin.
"I don't deny," he thought uneasily. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them.
Shh.
At Gu Weiwei's hushed warning, a chill ran down Jiang Anbo's spine. He shivered involuntarily and hurried to keep pace with her.
With a leg, he rubbed against the skeleton of the Eastern Cang Wolf, the soil soaked with blood, and placed it in front of himself. He carefully identified Yi Dong and suddenly shouted, "Run!"
Although Jiang Anbo didn't know what was happening, he felt safe at first. Upon hearing Gu's shout, he didn't think twice and followed closely behind Gu, starting to retreat.
Just as the two had paused, a flurry of wings flapping echoed around them, gathering together like rolling thunder, spreading outwards.
A mile away from the boundary where dark clouds converged with clear skies, Wen Renru frowned and halted his flight in mid-air.
The three who had just escaped from a beast attack were rushing along when they saw Wen Ren stop. Xun Yu and Liu Liu also had to stop and looked at Wen Ren, seeking an explanation.
Though they had to admit that without Wen Ren, they might not have made it this far. If they hadn't joined forces with others, they would have likely been eliminated or left to die in the wilderness. Bu Luo and Wen Ren did not carry the arrogance of a family disciple, so whatever they did, the three always sought to discuss with Yi Dong, even though most of the time their reasoning did not align with Jiang Anbo's.
Wen Ren pointed ahead, and both of their faces turned pale. They turned to look at Wen Ren; it was clear they were wondering what their mainstay would do.
Even Wen Ren himself hadn't expected that the three would move so quickly. They were already two miles away from Ying Zhan and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Meanwhile, Che Qiangxuan and Huang Chong had intentionally lagged behind and were less than five meters away. Among them were several Transcendent Practitioners scattered throughout the clouds or Tunlin.
It is well-known that the safe distance for Transcendent Practitioners in battle is generally five meters because an average Transcendent Practitioner can traverse five meters in a single breath. Yan Dong and his companions were positioned too far forward; if they weren't careful, Coco could be devoured by an incoming Transcendent Practitioner.
However, they should not be concerned about them; they only needed to deal with those behind them.
Wen Ren's words sounded reasonable, but with over ten Transcendent Practitioners right in front of them, including two Peak of Nascent Soul cultivators who were undeniably powerful, it was impossible for them to act as if they were invisible. Liu Liu had already prepared her silver needles; she only needed a breath to fly out a meter and take down an enemy. But for a Transcendent Practitioner like Bu Luo, would spirit-grade flying needles really be effective?
Everyone felt relieved about the three miles away Wen Ren group; after all, the disciples of the Six Major Sects had long regarded Mistake's disciples as enemies. They had gathered enough intelligence to know that among the three lingering two miles away was a Wen Ren from Mok Ming Academy.
Yan Dong originally thought he had a chance to defeat Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. However, seeing that Ying Zhan bore the name Night Emperor and realizing that disciples from the academy were arriving made him lose any hope of victory. He watched as a great opportunity slipped away right before him.
Silently putting away his hidden talisman in his leg, he initially thought that activating the talisman would delay Tenglan for a minute. He believed he would have a chance to deal with Ying Zhan under Night Emperor's command. But with Wen Ren's arrival, he realized he wouldn't even have a minute's opportunity left.
Although a Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not have much impact on a Transcendent Practitioner, even if Wen Ren merely blocked one of his attacks, it would be too costly for Night Imperial Capital Coco to turn around and severely injure himself in the process. Such a deal was simply not worth it.
Since no one seemed interested in fighting, why not have Dong Lai discuss things? Did they not want to know what kind of beast had caused the Night Emperor, known as the foremost Loose Cultivator, to become so disheveled?
In the center, Pei Gui stretched out his legs, signaling everyone to join in on the conversation, only to be met with disdainful looks. Bu Luo, the prince of Tiandong City, not only felt no shame but took pride in it, shamelessly positioning himself between Tenglan and Ying Zhan.
As for that prince from Tiandong City, they were not very familiar with him, but how could those who competed with each other daily not know Pei Gui's background? Although he was called a prince, he was practically a rogue. Relying on his strength and reputation, he had opened gambling houses and courier services in Tiandong City. Many of the restaurants in Smoke Willow Alley were also properties of Pei Gui and Ming Dong.
Those who knew him well often thought of Pei Gui not as a lofty prince but rather as one of those petty thugs from West City who engaged in shady dealings. They couldn't help but wonder how that prince had grown up to be like this.
Want to know?
The raspy voice of the Night Emperor suddenly reached everyone's ears. Aside from Pei Gui, everyone else secretly chuckled at that moment.
I'll find out for myself.
Pei Gui's mouth twitched slightly; he never expected the Night Emperor to be so disrespectful and to slap him in the face right away. At that moment, Pei Gui felt like Minghong. Why did Ying Zhan even attempt to kick him earlier when he knew the chances of killing the Night Emperor were slim? It was simply infuriating.
Since Brother Ye...
Who among us is calling each other brothers?
Since Young Master Ye...
He was just a commoner; I don't deny it. What kind of young master? I don't deny it; he's no prince either.
Since Night Daoist...
Someone has intruded; they...
From start to finish, the Night Emperor never gave Pei Gui a chance to finish speaking. In the blink of an eye, the two had crossed an invisible barrier and entered Dongyi's secret realm. Seeing them leave, others were unwilling to fall behind and quickly followed suit. Liu Dong and Pei Gui stood there as if struck by a heavy blow, completely petrified.
He seemed quite confused. The person I mentioned, Che Qiangxuan, and Huang Chong, I said he was not denying it. Was he foolish?
He was the prince of Feitian Dongcheng, a legitimate Transcendent Practitioner. How could he be foolish? Wen Ren patiently explained.
No way, he didn’t seem like a prince at all. Those few words sounded more like a small-time thug. Right now, he looked more like a street fighter who had just been slapped in the face.
As Wen Ren and his group passed by Pei Gui, Liu Liu whispered a question, afraid that Pei Gui would hear. But how could a Transcendent Practitioner not hear the conversation happening right beside him? At that moment, the already petrified Pei Gui felt utterly hopeless.
Inside the Universe Hall, looking at the constantly shifting numbers on a massive map, everyone felt their hearts rise to their throats. Even Shen Shixing and Yan Dong, who had been so spirited just half a day ago, wore gloomy expressions.
It was hard to believe who had determined the route for the Great Master back then. Although the secret realms they passed through were different, they all had to go through the Misty Crow Forest. Who knew how many people would make it through safely?
An Old Woman muttered a few words quietly, which were overheard by the Hall Master nearby.
Indeed, there were five forbidden areas in the Dust Realm, and the secret realm in the eastern suburbs of Tiandong City was one of them. Although countless lives had been lost over nearly a thousand years exploring paths into the depths of these secret realms, Coco was certainly not among those safe enough to pass through Misty Crow Forest. Since Bu Luo was Fei Tian Dong Jue, naturally he would face challenges that were not ordinary. But for those at the early stages of Transcendent of the Port, how many could truly make it through unscathed?
Only a day and a half had passed since then, and the previously flickering number of over two thousand five hundred was visibly dropping rapidly. In just a day and a half, four people had already been eliminated, and soon that number would reach five. Bu Luo reassured the stewards of Universe Hall slightly; at least the rate of decrease in that number had begun to slow down.
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