nyslfriends Chapter 1954 The Supreme Elder of the Supreme Holy Sect Escapes!
Chapter 1954 The Supreme Elder of the Supreme Holy Sect Escapes!
"I am now filled with deep regret!"
Knowing this would happen, I should have volunteered to go to the front lines earlier.
In that case, the war merits would definitely be several times greater than they are now.
Perhaps there's still a chance to compete for the position of Palace Master.
Now it seems there's absolutely no chance.
This white-haired half-saint possessed cultivation that was among the top tier of all half-saints.
His lifelong ambition was to advance further and rise to the position of Palace Master.
But his few military achievements have completely dashed his hopes, and his words are full of despondency.
At this time,
A half-recluse, dressed in a blue robe and possessing a gentle demeanor, spoke, his tone carrying a hint of consolation, but also a trace of wishful thinking:
"That's not how you put it."
If we can clear out our targets as soon as possible, we may still have a chance to reach the front lines before the decisive battle between the two races.
If luck is on your side, you might be able to kill a half-saint level demon on the front lines.
Those military achievements would be enough to make up for today's regrets.
"Competing for the position of Palace Master is not entirely without a chance."
"I also deeply regret it!"
Another half-saint with a sinister expression spoke in a deep voice, his aura fluctuating slightly.
"In the area I'm in charge of, there are quite a few strongholds of the Rebel Cultivators."
But they were all timid as mice.
Before I even had a chance to display my strength, they all surrendered without a shred of resistance.
"Who wouldn't regret it!"
"These battle achievements are barely enough to fill a gap in my teeth."
Not to mention exchanging them for cultivation resources.
"you do not say!
Not long ago, I personally led a team to the rebel stronghold, intending to show off my skills.
The moment the result arrived, without me even lifting a finger, those juniors were terrified and surrendered on the spot.
This has put me in an awkward position, and I feel incredibly frustrated.
A burly half-saint scratched his head, his face full of helplessness.
"Isn't this normal?"
A half-saint beside him, a smile playing on his lips, joked.
"Faced with a senior like you who is known for his combat prowess, those demon bastards aren't stupid. Do they think they can just surrender and wait to be killed as a warning to others and have their authority demonstrated to the masses?"
They knew in their hearts that resistance meant certain death.
Surrendering might offer a way out!
Upon hearing this, the burly half-saint shook his head helplessly:
"That's true!"
The only pity is that these demonic offspring of the [Supreme Holy Sect] have all lost contact with their Supreme Elder.
It seems that fellow Daoist is determined to fight our Cultivator Association to the death.
"That's not entirely true."
The man in the green robe pondered for a moment, then slowly began to analyze.
"It's also possible that the fellow Daoist felt that as long as all external connections were severed, we would be unable to track him down."
Once the fervor surrounding the manhunt subsided, he used his semi-saint level cultivation to change his appearance and go into hiding.
Unless you encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator like the guild leader, who can know his true nature?
As a result,
"The Supreme Holy Sect's accumulated wealth, accumulated over countless ages, wouldn't that mean it wouldn't have to be handed over to the association and could be kept secret by him?"
"Makes sense!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"As expected of a powerful figure in the demonic path, his heart is extremely cold and indifferent; he doesn't care at all about the extinction of his lineage."
They wouldn't care about the lives of their disciples.
In their eyes, only their own interests matter most.
"That's natural," said the Blazing Sun Half-Saint.
He wore a fiery red robe, had a refined and scholarly appearance, and exuded a gentle warmth.
He was the most knowledgeable among the group of semi-saints, and was respectfully called a "living encyclopedia" by everyone.
"The fate of the demonic cultivators from the [Supreme Venerable Cult] who are now imprisoned depends on the decision of that Supreme Elder soon."
If that fellow Daoist refuses to yield even at the cost of his life and refuses to hand over the sect's secrets,
Those imprisoned demon cubs, we have no choice but to follow the Guild Master's orders and kill them all, as a warning to others.
"When we arrive, will that fellow Daoist from the [Supreme Venerable Sect] be completely dumbfounded?"
A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of one of the half-saints.
He thought that cutting off contact would put his mind at ease.
Little did they know, we had already followed the clues he left behind and found his hiding place.
"I think so!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
"After all, the methods the president used to track us were beyond our expectations."
This was naturally beyond that fellow Daoist's expectations.
The power of a Nascent Soul cultivator truly surpasses our imagination and is far beyond the reach of us mere half-Buddhas.
"yes!
This tracking method, which uses the energy of 'law and principle' as a guide, is something I've never heard of before, let alone seen.
There is no record of it even in ancient books.
"Isn't that right?"
For countless millennia in the cultivation world, tracking techniques have been nothing more than following fluctuations in spiritual energy and imprints of the soul; no one has ever been able to use 'the principles of law' as a guide.
No matter how well the other party conceals themselves, their tracks can be accurately pinpointed.
Such methods are simply beyond the comprehension of gods and demons.
At this time,
Some people turned to look at the Blazing Sun Half-Venerable, their eyes filled with anticipation:
“Fellow Daoist Chiyang, you are known as a ‘living encyclopedia’ with a vast collection of books. Are there any records in ancient texts of tracking methods that use ‘legal principles’ as a guide?”
The Blazing Sun Half-Saint waved his hand, a hint of humility on his face:
"Fellow Daoists, you think too highly of me. Although I have a large collection of books and a wide range of interests, I am not an omniscient know-it-all."
However, this tracking method using 'legal principles' as a guide is indeed something I've never seen before.
Even in ancient books from the distant past, there is not a single mention of it.
This must be a unique technique created by the guild leader after breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm.
Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of amazement, marveling at the extraordinary talent of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
In an instant, the deck was filled with the sounds of discussion again.
His words were full of reverence for the president.
at this time,
The token hovering in the center of the warship's deck suddenly flashed.
A pale golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Then,
The light screen above the token instantly changed, revealing a scene surrounded by mountains—
Majestic mountains, ancient trees reaching for the sky, shrouded in mist, rarely visited by birds or beasts.
Only a flat canyon in the middle faintly emitted a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy, which was deliberately concealed; were it not for the light barrier,
Ordinary cultivators would not be able to detect anything unusual here.
Seeing this scene,
The discussions on the deck ceased instantly, and the expressions of the group of half-saints turned serious, their auras becoming heavy.
The Blazing Sun Half-Venerable chuckled and offered a reminder:
"Fellow Daoists, please be prepared. Although the Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect] seems to be low-key and easy to talk to, he is actually a ruthless and cunning expert."
They must have many trump cards up their sleeve; we must not be careless.
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist!"
A half-saint responded in a deep voice, his body surging with spiritual energy.
"However, with all of you fellow Daoists here, even if he has some trump cards, he can't cause any trouble."
If he insists on courting death, I wouldn't mind taking him down myself and adding a substantial amount of merit to my record.
"That is incorrect!"
The Blazing Sun Half-Venerable's expression hardened, and his tone became serious.
"It's best to avoid taking action if possible."
That fellow Daoist is the Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect], in charge of the sect's ancient foundation. No one knows if he has any trump card that could lead to mutual destruction.
If he were forced into a corner and, with the thought of mutual destruction, dragged a fellow Daoist down with him, that would be far too unworthy.
Our goal is to capture him and seize the sect's resources, not to perish together with him.
As they were speaking,
The gilded warships that had been traversing the high sky had already passed through the mountains, and the flat valley, shrouded in mist and rarely visited by birds and beasts, was clearly visible to the group of semi-saints.
Within the canyon, clouds and mist drifted, and spiritual energy gathered.
A solitary bamboo house can be vaguely seen standing in the middle of the canyon.
The bamboo house exudes a faint sense of tranquility and peace.
see,
One of the half-recluses, dressed in black, spoke, his tone grave:
"Fellow Daoists, we have arrived."
Now, it's time to go and meet that Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect].
"go!"
A low shout rang out...
Without further hesitation, the demigods on the deck transformed into streaks of light and shot out from the warship.
As fast as lightning
In an instant, he arrived above the canyon, releasing all his aura to form an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire canyon.
Inside the warship, the Nascent Soul True Monarchs and Golden Core True Men from other cultivator associations did not move out. They simply stood on the warship's deck, gazing at the canyon from afar with expressions of awe.
after all,
The battle between the half-saint realm was massive, with boundless power arising from the collision of spiritual energy!
Don't even mention Golden Core cultivators?
Even a Nascent Soul True Monarch could perish on the spot and have their soul scattered if caught in the crossfire.
Therefore, in a battlefield at the Half-Saint realm, Nascent Soul True Monarchs and Golden Core True Persons dared not get too close and could only observe from afar.
To avoid being affected by the aftermath.
Rewind time to a moment ago...
Just as the warship approached the mountains.
In the mist-shrouded canyon, inside a solitary bamboo house, in a quiet room, an elderly man dressed in a gray Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a bamboo bed, his eyes closed, regulating his breathing; his aura was obscure and unfathomable.
This is the Supreme Elder of the [Tai Zun Sheng Jiao].
suddenly,
As if sensing something, his brows furrowed abruptly, and he immediately opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his deep gaze.
A hint of vigilance and seriousness lurked deep in his eyes.
Immediately,
With a thought, his spiritual energy fluctuated slightly, and his figure instantly became ethereal.
The next second, it disappeared into the quiet room of the bamboo building.
Looking again, the Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect] had already appeared outside the bamboo building.
He looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed, and the gray spiritual energy around him began to surge violently.
Clearly, he had sensed the threat from high above.
With a wave of his hand and a low shout, the bamboo house behind him, which had been exuding a peaceful and serene aura, suddenly shone with a bright green light, and green runes appeared on its surface.
Then,
The bamboo house suddenly shrank, transforming into a dazzling green light that swiftly disappeared into the old man's sleeve.
Then.
A mighty and majestic sound echoed throughout the canyon.
His voice carried a hint of mockery, but also an undeniable air of authority:
"Fellow Daoist, where are you headed?"
Since you're here, why not stay and have a good chat with us?
The voice has not fallen,
One after another, figures with obscure auras appeared in all directions of the canyon in an instant;
Some stood suspended in mid-air.
Some stood atop the mountain peaks.
Some were hidden in the clouds and mist, completely blocking all the old man's paths and leaving no loopholes.
at the same time,
An endless array of runes erupted from the hands of the demigods, shimmering with profound light, and spread out with lightning speed.
The sky, the four directions of emptiness,
It's underground, it's everywhere.
In a blink of an eye,
A magical array of light, shimmering with profound brilliance, completely enveloped the entire canyon.
Above the formation, runes flowed, spiritual energy surged, and a powerful sealing force emanated.
This is a "Demon-Suppressing and Trapping Array" jointly set up by the Half-Saints of the Cultivator Association, specifically designed to trap demonic cultivators at the Half-Saint realm.
Once trapped, unless one possesses extraordinary abilities...
Otherwise, there would be no chance of escape.
Upon seeing this scene,
The Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect]'s face turned completely gloomy.
The gray spiritual energy around him became increasingly violent, and a look of disbelief and raging fury flashed in his eyes.
He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the demigods in all directions, his voice hoarse yet carrying a hint of resentment and doubt:
"Fellow Daoists, how exactly did you manage to track me down?"
"I have severed all connections with the outside world and concealed my spiritual energy and divine soul fluctuations. Logically, you should have no way of finding this place!"
Upon hearing this,
The Blazing Sun Half-Saint took a step forward in mid-air, a slight warmth emanating from his body, a faint smile on his face.
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence:
"Fellow Daoist, stop making futile struggles!"
Even if you manage to escape from us this time, it won't be long before we can pinpoint your location again.
No matter where you flee to, you cannot escape our pursuit.
"Not bad!"
A half-Saint beside him echoed, his tone tinged with a mixture of awe and pride.
"The president's methods are unpredictable. Using the energy of 'law and reason' as a guide, no matter how you hide, you can always leave clues."
Struggling any further will be futile and will only increase casualties.
Meanwhile, the semi-saints in different locations all watched the grim-faced Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect] in the center of the canyon with cold, wary eyes, their auras tightly locked on him, not daring to relax for a moment.
It was as if they were afraid he would do something extreme in desperation.
Obviously,
They were also quite wary of the Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect]
After all, the [Supreme Venerable Sect] has a long and profound history, and all of this is controlled by this Supreme Elder.
No one knows what trump card this fellow Daoist possesses.
They didn't want their bright future to be ruined and their lives to end because of a moment of carelessness.
Just then,
The Supreme Elder of the [Supreme Venerable Sect], his face ashen, twitched his lips a few times, and slowly uttered three words through gritted teeth, his tone filled with resentment and stubbornness:
"I! Don't! Believe!"
The voice has not fallen,
A distorted, transparent light suddenly erupted from his body, completely enveloping him.
Within that radiance lay a dense spatial fluctuation, both eerie and powerful.
Before the group of semi-saints could react, the distorted, transparent light shot into the sky.
Extremely fast
They easily passed through the "Demon-Suppressing Trapping Array" set up by many half-saints of the Cultivator Association.
Without any hindrance,
It vanished into the horizon in an instant.
Only a faint spatial ripple remained, proving he had been there. (End of Chapter)