Chapter 721 - 664: Berserk Meng Yun

Han Yu was afraid that Yama Hall would succeed at any moment.

He couldn’t just watch the group of cultivators above keep doing this.

Even the Artifact Spirit said the energy above was continuously gathering, and there was no telling when it would be fully accumulated.

By then, with Meng Yun present, they could only watch helplessly as the Formation Eye was activated.

"Why hasn’t the Old Taoist made a move yet?"

Han Yu was indeed getting anxious.

The Old Taoist was equally anxious, ever since Han Yu’s side had gone quiet, it had been over half a two-hour period, unsure if things were going smoothly.

He was also hesitating on whether to make a move.

Too early would be no good.

Too late would also be no good.

The timing had to be precise to retreat safely from the heavy encirclement of Yama Hall.

Moments later, the Old Taoist decided to act.

"With my current good fortune, I doubt I’ll fail."

Whether succeeding or not, the Old Taoist chose to leave it to fate.

After making up his mind, the Old Taoist no longer concealed himself.

Sitting high in the clouds, his aura surged.

At the same time, on the canyon, the cultivators’ expressions changed, quickly forming a formation.

"Something’s changed, on guard!"

One cultivator shouted, and all cultivators, whether in the Initial Realm or Walking the Dao, released their auras to converge into one force.

Before anyone arrived, the auras on both sides had already clashed.

It was like two sharp blades striking each other, sparks flaring in midair, instantly as if burning with a red flame.

Boom!

A thunderous roar!

Auras exploded, seeing the Old Taoist wielding stars to attack, sword intent majestic from the clouds, with one strike, the stars fell.

Upon exploding above the canyon, they first slaughtered nearly a hundred Initial Realm cultivators, almost scattering the formation of Walking the Dao cultivators.

"Not good, it’s a Divine Path Master."

Someone couldn’t help but shout.

"Quick, everyone attack together."

As they spoke, countless ghostly realms overlapped, with Netherworld ghost fire continuously emerging, amid eerie screams.

The Old Taoist struck again, a river of stars rushing into the ghostly realms, stirring them into chaos.

"Joint attack!"

Someone shouted again, nearly a thousand Walking the Dao cultivators fully ignited the Netherworld fire, turning the sky within five miles into a sea of blue flames.

The Old Taoist felt a chill in his heart, quickly raising his figure, narrowly avoiding danger.

A multitude of ants can indeed threaten an elephant.

With nearly a thousand Walking the Dao cultivators combined, even a Divine Path cultivator like him has to avoid their sharpness.

Engaging head-on would be exhausting and unrewarding.

Especially as the formation’s scale continued expanding, even Initial Realm cultivators joining in, the Netherworld fire’s intensity surged even higher!

Several times nearly setting the Old Taoist’s robes alight.

Can’t waste time with these small fry!

He’s here to stall the enemy, not be stalled in return.

Yet Meng Yun remained silent.

What was Meng Yun doing?

Meng Yun was gritting his teeth!

The moment the Old Taoist released his aura, he sensed it too, finding himself in a dilemma.

Behind him, a group of Initial Realm cultivators were busily moving, the millstone turning.

The energy had become enormous, likely soon reaching its peak.

The Formation Eye was a major affair for the Holy Sect, tolerating no mistakes.

But the aura from the Old Taoist made him grit his teeth in frustration.

If the person wasn’t in front of him, he might be able to endure.

But with the person in front of him, he couldn’t suppress his rising killing intent.

Time passed bit by bit, and the commotion above grew larger.

Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Meng Yun, have you forgotten what I did thousands of years ago?"

As the words fell, the valley suddenly fell silent.

Only Meng Yun’s heavy breathing and a surging killing intent remained.

At this moment, Meng Yun’s eyes were bloodshot, almost bleeding, teeth grinding harshly.

"You’re courting death!"

He shouted, looking up, transforming into a stream of light charging upward.

The Old Taoist was indeed courting death, and he was aware of his actions.

But if he didn’t do this, Meng Yun wouldn’t come out.

Until Meng Yun burst out from the valley, the Old Taoist’s heart started to beat faster.

He knew those words would have great power, but didn’t expect it to be this great.

Meng Yun was filled with murderous intent, his aura chaotic and volatile as if he had gone berserk, and upon seeing the old Daoist, he looked ready to devour him.

"Scoundrel, today you will surely die."

He wasn’t joking. Today, even if it meant paying a price, he was determined to kill the old Daoist to settle a thousand-year-old obsession.

The old Daoist also knew that Meng Yun was going to risk everything, and without a second thought, tore open a Celestial Chasm and turned to slip inside.

"Don’t think of escaping!"

A dry well suddenly appeared, and Meng Yun stepped in and vanished as well.

Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit exchanged glances, they heard everything that just happened but couldn’t understand it.

Just one sentence could make a mighty divine expert bristle; what kind of grudge must that be?

"Let’s get down to business first."

Han Yu didn’t have time to think more, he straightened his thoughts, since Meng Yun had left, there would be no one below to discover him.

Peeking his head out slightly, he could see a group of Initial Realm cultivators busily working around the sacrificial altar.

A large millstone was at the center of the altar, and these cultivators were holding small bags, pouring red stones one by one into it.

White powder continually drifted from the altar, while scarlet energy bathed the entire altar in a blood-red glow.

The Artifact Spirit’s face lit up with realization, and it smacked its forehead with its small hand.

It finally remembered why the sensed power felt so familiar.

Weren’t those small stones the Dragon Blood Stones they once obtained!

So, this thing was used to elevate cultivators’ cultivation, to feed divine monsters, and now to supply the altar?

Of course, what the Artifact Spirit cared about most was the millstone, which was clearly a sacrificial object.

Han Yu also glanced towards it immediately, his expression puzzled.

"The Yama Hall has never been seen worshipping anything, so why worship a dead object now?"

Logically, the Yama Hall shouldn’t idolize a lifeless object!

"Not necessarily, what if this thing’s true form is very powerful?"

The Artifact Spirit frowned, who could guarantee that this thing was just a dead object.

The one here now is just a substitute, which doesn’t show any strange signs at all.

What if its true form is an extremely strong existence?

What do we do now?

Should we burst up and slaughter all these Initial Realm cultivators, then destroy the altar?

"Don’t forget about the horde of cultivator groups above you!"

The Artifact Spirit was terrified, and quickly spoke up to stop him.

If they show up directly, the commotion below wouldn’t be small, and the Walking the Dao cultivators above aren’t really blind. If they swarm down, there won’t even be a chance to escape.

"Detonate divine techniques directly?"

Han Yu looked hesitant, this had always been the simplest method, but to use it here...

The chance was only one time, and if the power of the divine techniques wasn’t enough, whether it was the cultivators above storming down, or Meng Yun returning,

Han Yu wouldn’t have the chance to unleash it a second time.

"I will not give you a second chance."

When Meng Yun gritted his teeth and said this, both appeared simultaneously a hundred miles away from the canyon, just as the Celestial Chasm appeared in the void, a dry well followed closely behind.

The old Daoist had just emerged when a sudden gust hit his arm, and he was startled just as a sea of blood was about to take shape.

He could only grit his teeth again, tearing open another Celestial Chasm before the blood sea sealed any space.

"Scoundrel, are you only capable of running away?"

This made Meng Yun extremely furious, but the old Daoist remained silent, focused only on fleeing.

Across the Western Territory, the two figures appeared one after another, arriving and departing rapidly.

In fact, just as the old Daoist exited a Celestial Chasm, he immediately opened another without looking back, specializing in not fighting, just fleeing.

The more Meng Yun pursued, the stronger his murderous intent became, with hints of destructive energy breaking through his body.

The old Daoist looked on in despair, realizing that the old fool was likely building up for a powerful strike.

Meng Yun indeed was so enraged that he couldn’t refrain from a fierce assault, tightly watching as the other went into the Chasm again, destructive energy solidifying.

Dim blood light rose steadily around him, making him appear more ferocious.

In the next moment, the blood light shot up like a pillar, accompanying him as he vanished into the dry well.

The old Daoist felt a sudden chill down his spine, turning back to see a horribly unreadable expression.

"Blood... Blood Sacrifice!"

No wonder he was so shocked, it wasn’t just because the move was fierce...

No, the move was indeed fierce, and brutal to the caster as well.

The Blood Sacrifice, sacrificing blood to the destructive force, do or die.

Was it that he didn’t want to let me escape?

"Why... why must you go so far as to risk your life?"

The old Daoist lamented before turning and hurriedly fleeing into yet another Celestial Chasm.

This time, Meng Yun was terrifyingly fast, disappearing as a flash with the destructive force, even squeezing in before the Chasm closed.

After that, the old Daoist’s situation turned dire, as the distance between the two constantly shortened.

From a hundred feet to dozens of feet, continuously closing in during the pursuit.

Eventually, only a few feet remained...