Chapter 632: Rising Again, Blood and Storm

He Qingling's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Why?

"She does have a point. If both sides were on equal footing, then He Qingling probably wouldn't stand a chance against Situ Ze."

"You can't say that. Blame Situ Ze for not studying He Qingling's techniques. Underestimating your opponent means paying the price for it."

Why were they so confident that she couldn't beat Situ Ze?

"Too bad Situ Ze didn't become a Guardian of the Dao on Du Cang Mountain. I think if Situ Ze could cultivate on Du Cang Mountain, his achievements would definitely surpass He Qingling's."

"Sigh, there's nothing to be done about that. But there's still a chance. The Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry is different from the Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry. As long as you're under fifty years old and meet the realm requirements, you can participate as many times as you want."

Listening to the whispered conversations of the cultivators sitting in the teahouse, He Qingling could barely contain herself.

Growing up, she had never suffered such humiliation.

They had no proof whatsoever, yet they spoke with such conviction, such self-righteousness.

He Qingling didn't want to stay in this Yulai Pavilion any longer. She stood up and walked toward the city outside the teahouse. The tea patrons in the establishment were all listening with great interest, and no one noticed the figure of the young woman in the white dress.

"Immortal Master, please go slowly!"

Only the waiter standing at the entrance of Yulai Pavilion nodded and bowed in He Qingling's direction, flashing a fawning smile.

Inside the hall, the storyteller was still spitting with excitement, vividly recounting the scene from a year ago at the Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry, when He Qingling of the Xuan Sheng Sect faced off against the Holy Son of the Holy Heaven Sect.

The details were so lifelike, as if he had witnessed it himself.

In fact, the storytellers at Yulai Pavilion all possessed considerable cultivation. Most of them were Martial Spring Realm cultivators, and some of the storytellers at the larger Yulai Pavilion branches had even reached the Qi Sea Realm.

About ten breaths later, a figure wearing the daoist robes of Yulai Pavilion rushed in from outside the door, heading straight for the storyteller standing in the center of the hall, and whispered something in his ear.

The storyteller's originally excited expression gradually stiffened at what the Yulai Pavilion disciple whispered, growing more and more solemn.

After speaking, the Yulai Pavilion disciple took two steps back, bowed respectfully toward the storyteller, then turned and quickly left the teahouse.

"Everyone, let's set aside the tale of He Qingling and Situ Ze's duel for now. I have something important to announce."

The storyteller said slowly.

The tea patrons in the hall began whispering among themselves, seemingly speculating about what major event had occurred.

"Not long ago, one of the Three Heroes of Spirit Connection on Du Cang Mountain, the former Chief Disciple of Qingjin Ravine in Wind Ravine Valley, and Training Grounds Elder Liang Qianbo, was ambushed and killed while traveling to Du Cang Mountain after handling some affairs at Wind Ravine Valley."

The storyteller spoke in a steady tone.

The entire hall of the teahouse fell into dead silence instantly.

Liang Qianbo was dead, killed in an ambush.

This news was undoubtedly a shock to the entire cultivation world of Chenping Continent, and the fact that this information had been released meant it must have been sanctioned by Wind Ravine Valley.

Wind Ravine Valley wanted the entire cultivation world of Chenping Continent to know that whoever did this would pay with blood.

Who could possibly have such audacity as to attack and kill a Passable God Realm elder of Wind Ravine Valley?

And Liang Qianbo was not just any Passable God Realm elder of Wind Ravine Valley, he was also one of the Three Heroes of Spirit Connection on Du Cang Mountain, a Guardian of the Dao!

No one in this teahouse knew what had really happened behind the scenes.

But everyone knew that another storm of blood and wind was about to sweep across the cultivation world of Chenping Continent.

At this very moment, He Qingling, who had just left the Yulai Pavilion branch in Yun Capital, was walking alone on the streets of the capital city.

She was completely oblivious to everything that had happened.

He Qingling headed toward the outskirts of the city, turning another street corner.

But what she didn't know was that above her head, on the rooftop of a building nearby, a cultivator dressed in black martial attire with a fox mask covering his face had been watching her every move from the shadows.

And his right hand rested on the short blade at his waist.

...

Endless Sea.

One hundred and eighty million li from the Western Region of Chenping Continent.

The handsome young man in plain white daoist robes stood proudly in the air, hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the sea below him.

Deep blue and profoundly dark.

Flying from Du Cang Mountain across that one hundred and eighty million li distance, Chen Yan had taken half an hour.

The speed of an Immortal Ascension cultivator flying through the air was far beyond what a Dao Union Realm cultivator's ten thousand li in an instant could compare to.

Chen Yan slowly raised his head again, casting his gaze toward the sea in the distance.

He knew very well that even if he traveled another ten times one hundred and eighty million li forward, this Endless Sea would still have no end in sight.

This kind of vast emptiness, devoid of everything, could even drive a person to despair.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part.

What was truly horrifying was that even if he flew back one hundred and eighty million li, he still couldn't return to Chenping Continent.

Setting out from Chenping Continent, one could reach the Endless Sea.

But setting out from the Endless Sea, one could never touch Chenping Continent.

This was the real reason why so many cultivators in history had attempted to cross the Endless Sea, only to vanish without a trace.

Now was not the time to think about such things. Or rather, from the moment he set out, Chen Yan had already prepared himself for this.

Thinking thus, Chen Yan raised his right hand and began calculating while hovering in the air.

About a breath later, Chen Yan's hand movements suddenly stopped.

Because his subconscious told him he couldn't continue calculating, or he might suffer a terrifying backlash.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Yan chose to continue anyway.

After all, the purpose of his departure from Du Cang Mountain and his arrival at the Endless Sea was to find the place where Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void, had fallen. He absolutely could not give up halfway.

The moment Chen Yan's thumb and index finger touched for the third time, countless pitch-black cracks suddenly appeared all over his body.

Seeing this, Chen Yan hurriedly activated the Emptiness Annihilation Art, severing his own karmic links, narrowly escaping the fate of his Dao Basis shattering and his soul scattering into oblivion.

"Such terrifying karmic backlash..."

Chen Yan muttered to himself, staring at the pitch-black cracks slowly healing on his body:

"This can only be the karma of a Sage."

Then, Chen Yan cast his gaze back down at the sea beneath his feet and extended his right hand.

A pitch-black long sword, as if carrying ten thousand ages of eternal night, pierced through the void and landed in Chen Yan's hand.

Then, Chen Yan raised the Falling Star Sword high above his head. The lingering resonance of the immortal path hummed softly as he slashed toward the sea below:

"Open!"