Chapter 750 - 693: Competing with the Heavenly Dao

Almost fighting all the way, Xia Wuyou and the others immediately gathered, a group of people descended straight from the air.

Upon looking back, seventy percent of the Central Continent cultivators were already lost.

With less than thirty percent remaining, nearly seven hundred cultivators died, like a fleeting moment.

"You should leave first!"

Han Yu shook his head, looking at this remaining group—this place was never meant for them.

To those above the Divine Gaze Realm, they were nothing more than ants.

Even with more numbers, they were still just a heap of ants.

What troubled him most was that these supposed ants were the ones who saved him.

And all these casualties happened during the rescue.

Xia Wuyou and the others nodded solemnly; their energy had greatly depleted in this brief time, staying any longer would be meaningless.

With less than three hundred disciples remaining, each extremely wretched, without their mechanical beasts, staying meant only death.

Boom!

Another thunder clapped, as if the vast sky shook violently.

An intense feeling of unease simultaneously arose in every cultivator’s heart.

In the Western Territory, battles momentarily halted, with everyone raising their heads to the sky.

The grindstone had completely merged with the shadow.

Both ground and emitted a massive sound.

Next moment, the ten-foot grindstone began to blur, crimson power turned into phosphorescence and entered that massive shadow.

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated!

It seemed as if an immense terror descended.

"It’s done!"

Soul not Returning felt the disturbance, smiled brightly, and looked at Mu Zili with mockery.

"Everything you do is futile after all!"

Mu Zili felt an unusual aura, the vast shadow seemed like a prison, hinting at encompassing the Central Continent.

And indeed!

Although the shadow only covered the Western Territory, the aura spread throughout the Central Continent.

This reverberating sound echoed everywhere in Central Continent.

The great array activated!

"Did you feel anything?"

The Artifact Spirit suddenly asked.

Han Yu felt nothing, except his heart seemed to suddenly race for a moment.

For those with cultivation, their faces changed drastically, it seemed something was connecting with them from above.

This was a feeling, both ethereal yet so real.

Besides this, the array seemed to have no other movement, after a moment of stillness, the cultivators from Yama Hall and Celestial Dao Sect seemed to awaken from a dream, and the shouts and kills echoed anew.

"Watch closely."

The Artifact Spirit spoke again, just like its previous perception, clearer than anyone present.

The array overhead was like a grindstone, always ready to absorb something.

Suddenly, cultivators began to fall, whether from Celestial Dao Sect or Yama Hall, upon death, phosphorescence rose from their bodies, joining the shadow above.

"Souls!"

Mu Zili’s face changed drastically, he realized the array was meant to collect souls.

Covering the entire Central Continent, meaning within its range, once dead, souls would be collected.

As lamps extinguish with death, souls return to the Heavenly Dao.

Yama Hall’s act was equivalent to snatching from the Heavenly Dao, a grand gesture indeed.

"Do you understand now?"

Soul not Returning mocked, coldly smiled afterwards.

Realizing was too late; the array already covered the entire Central Continent, no, even Celestial Dao Sect was marked for sacrifice.

Unexpectedly, Mu Zili’s words proved true, the Central Continent was destined to become an Asura field.

Since souls were needed, Yama Hall wouldn’t cease the slaughter.

Mu Zili’s face turned grim beyond measure.

"They’re collecting souls."

The Artifact Spirit also understood, equally guessed the array’s purpose.

Han Yu’s expression was complex, as he looked up, the shadow had quietly vanished, yet the phosphorescence kept rising with deaths.

He had entered the trial ground before, heard the wise man speak of it as the end and destination of all.

"Are they snatching souls from the Heavenly Dao?"

Han Yu’s question was difficult for the Artifact Spirit to answer, even it was shocked by Yama Hall’s scale.

Covering the entire Central Continent meant leaving no one in Central Continent untouched.

And all this surely had its purpose.

"You should leave first!"

Han Yu’s face was grim, as Yama Hall was unlikely to easily let Celestial Dao Sect’s people leave.

Staying meant only being cannon fodder, no other possibility.

"What about you?"

Xia Wuyou asked with a solemn, hoarse voice.

Han Yu’s gaze fixed on the chaotic void, murderous intent flickered.

He naturally meant to stay and send some to their deaths!

This array fueled an unprecedented urge to kill within him.

"No way!"

The Artifact Spirit first opposed.

"Your Sea of Consciousness is already void."

It seemed like verifying his words; the myriad of phenomena shattered instantly, and the land within ten miles became wilderness again.

Without the strength of the Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu was merely a strong-bodied anomaly, and staying here was equally useless.

The cultivators of Yama Hall wouldn’t be foolish enough to rush down and fight him on the ground.

People of Central Continent were advising him as well.

Xia Wuyou watched as the Dharma Aspect vanished, the surrounding scenery transformed, and he knew Han Yu had reached his limit.

"Things have come to this; everything is set. Why don’t you retreat with us?"

Wu Seng and others did not speak but nodded in agreement.

Just leave like that?

Han Yu suddenly caught sight of a lost Mo Family Magical Artifact in the distance; not all artifacts could reach Han Yu for detonation, nor could all Central Continent cultivators successfully detonate them.

"Can this thing replenish my Sea of Consciousness power?"

Since this thing can unleash Fire Divine Power, there must be a way for Mo Xiuwen’s spiritual power to convert into divine technique power.

The Artifact Spirit remained silent; theoretically, the fire attribute energy contained in these artifacts was ownerless and could indeed be absorbed by Han Yu.

Furthermore, Han Yu, possessing a Five Elements world, could convert this batch of fire attribute energy into pure Sea of Consciousness energy.

However, it suddenly didn’t want to inform him; after all, this place was treacherous, and it hoped Han Yu could go back.

Sometimes, silence may still imply consent.

Han Yu had obtained the answer he wanted and immediately spoke to the group from Central Continent.

"Would you all kindly do me a favor before you leave?"

It wasn’t hard to find these scattered Mo Family artifacts; before long, the group from Central Continent had gathered over a hundred pieces from the ground.

More fortunately, there were still surviving disciples of the Mo Family among them.

While it was impossible to assemble a Mechanical Beast, assembling a conversion core similar to what was used at Nanfeng Crossing wasn’t difficult.

Void Spirit Jade pieces were filled and stripped off, and Han Yu’s arms were tightly wrapped by the mechanism, with energy channeling through his body, swiftly flooding to his brow.

The parched Five Elements world gradually brightened again; as the haze dissipated, rivers re-emerged on the land.

"Is it not done yet?"

Xia Wuyou only knew Han Yu’s Sea of Consciousness was remarkably large, but he had no concept of scale until every cultivator had exchanged rounds of Void Spirit Jade pieces that he felt strange.

Even without three hundred pieces, it wasn’t less than two hundred, what kind of concept was this?

Han Yu’s Sea of Consciousness had consumed nearly the total Spirit Stones that a Celestial Wave Ferry could carry.

It also equaled the sum of nearly a hundred Divine Techniques cultivators, and Xia Wuyou was still calculating based on his own Sea of Consciousness.

Yet it still isn’t enough?

Han Yu frowned; thirty percent! This was utterly insufficient!

A random Dharma Aspect would not last long.

"Is there any more?"

Han Yu quickly asked.

"There is some, but don’t force it; the Sea of Consciousness is more fragile than the Divine Spring, don’t act recklessly."

Xia Wuyou tightened his expression and hurriedly warned.

Han Yu could accommodate such vast power, which was alarming enough already; it ought to be full by now, right?

"We’re nowhere near done; if there’s more, use them all."

Han Yu urged repeatedly.

After another four rounds of switches, Han Yu finally called a halt.

Xia Wuyou was already dumbstruck; no one knew better than he how vast the Sea of Consciousness must be to gather such a colossal energy.

"Is your Sea of Consciousness truly a sea?"

"Of course, if it’s not a sea, what is it?"

Han Yu replied without hesitation.

Xia Wuyou was momentarily speechless, particularly when considering the illusory lake at Han Yu’s brow; he didn’t know how to explain it to him.

Should he tell him that Sea of Consciousness is merely a name, not a description?

Or is Han Yu’s Sea of Consciousness different from others?

Meanwhile, Han Yu began ushering people away, saying, "You all should leave first."

With these people here, he would be somewhat restricted, better to send them away.

"Then take care yourself!"

Xia Wuyou couldn’t help but sigh before leaving; he wanted to stay but feared becoming a burden.

After sending off the group from Central Continent, a strange sound suddenly came from behind.

It was the old Taoist, whom Han Yu had largely ignored.

At this moment, the old Taoist was leaning against something with a peculiar expression, continually scrutinizing Han Yu. Like Mu Zili, the more he looked, the more Han Yu resembled a covert agent planted by the Celestial Dao Sect.

Just moments ago, had there been enough time for this kid, he might have disrupted Yama Hall’s schemes again.

Han Yu seemed to constantly restrain Yama Hall, leaving the old Taoist with many thoughts.

"Are you really from Central Continent?"

The old Taoist asked with a strange expression, pondering if Han Yu wasn’t from Central Continent, he must be one of theirs.

Han Yu didn’t understand the old Taoist’s question; Central Continent had become such a mess, could he still pretend?

"Considering my vengeful nature, that’s genuine Central Continent tradition."

The old Taoist had a complex expression; what kind of tradition was that? Every cultivator bears grudges.

Therefore, he decided to ask differently, "Do you ever feel like your luck is terrible in Central Continent, while instead you face frequent misfortunes?"

The old man asked with reason.

Han Yu’s expression turned complex as well; this... indeed seemed the case since Ping came looking for him, and Central Continent residents nicknamed him Plague God, and trouble ensued wherever he went.

"Are your fortunes notably good in the Small World?"

The old Taoist asked again.

Han Yu thought for a moment; when he entered, he "picked up" dozens of Inquiry Stones and even received an additional two hundred for free, seemingly quite lucky indeed.

"Do what you should do! Let me have some peace."

The old Taoist shook his head and suddenly fell silent.

He seemed to have already garnered "evidence."