Chapter 759 - 702: Betting Han Yu’s Life

Outside the small cavern in the sea area, there was a scene of rivers boiling and the sea steaming with rising water continually exploding upwards.

Huge waves kept crashing, fog instantly enveloping dozens of miles, casting indistinct shadows that appeared so faint and ethereal.

"The Central Continent is still so barren!"

After taking a deep breath, the silhouette exhaled a turbid breath, instantly dispelling all the fog.

The Daoist appeared middle-aged, his long black hair hung down, loosely tied in a bun atop his head, his face emotionless, indifferent to the extreme.

Beside him were four figures: one with a square face and a tall stature, exuding authority without anger, holding a pagoda in his hand.

One with a smiling face, round cheeks, yet giving off a distinctly false sense of happiness, holding a jade flute that seemed to create a melody of its own.

One had a sinister demeanor, a forbidding aura that repelled people from approaching within three feet, yet held an ornate fan exuding scorching heat, quite the contradiction.

The last one was the most peculiar, with silver snakes coiling around him, adorned in sparkling jewels and strange ornaments, which jingled with every subtle movement.

The five didn’t expect to feel such discomfort upon arriving in the Central Continent. It was not like the small world, rich with Spiritual Qi, even the air here felt murky.

"It seems the aura of three old folks is still lingering around here!"

The jewel-adorned person twitched his nose, surprisingly sensing an aura from a hundred miles away.

In truth, it wasn’t just scent; everything was perceived through their senses.

The disturbance caused by the first three was too large and conspicuous.

Avoiding detection was almost impossible.

"I think I also caught the scent of that troublesome woman."

The sinister-faced one suddenly spoke, prompting peculiar expressions from the group.

It seemed it wasn’t their first encounter with that woman.

"I am already devoid of desires, she can do nothing to me."

The Daoist who wore a false smile was now brimming with confidence.

"I am already one with emptiness."

"Next time we encounter her, kill her first!"

The few exchanged glances, clearly having suffered losses at her hands.

Moments later, the indifferent Daoist spoke coldly, "Let’s head south first."

In an instant, five claps of thunder rang out, and they vanished without a trace.

As for the Central Continent, the old Daoist’s expression improved noticeably because the power he sensed was certainly not weaker than that of Yama Hall.

It seemed they at the Celestial Dao Sect were not outmatched in numbers either.

Some were pleased, yet others were worried.

For instance, the cultivators of the Central Continent, their faces shrouded in clouds of worry. With powerful figures emerging from both sides, a bloody storm was inevitable; no one knew what would become of the Central Continent then.

And with the addition of these powerful figures, the situation the Central Continent faced was bound to become even more severe.

Who could withstand these strong adversaries?

Han Yu? Impossible, the gap was too vast, even those with inexplicable confidence in Han Yu dared not think in that direction.

Fantasizing beyond reality demanded at least some adherence to logic.

It so happened, Han Yu was thinking the same, damn it, with so many powerful forces coming and going at will, there was no sense of security at all.

Any one of them could come and easily kill him!

"You say you’re pretending to be someone from the Celestial Dao Sect; do you think the other side knows?"

The Artifact Spirit suddenly spoke.

Know what?

"Of course, whether the other side also considers you a member of the Celestial Dao Sect!"

The Artifact Spirit said, annoyed.

Han Yu still didn’t understand. Does it matter?

The Artifact Spirit let out a sigh, how could his brain not be working again? Of course, it mattered.

The Celestial Dao Sect figured Han Yu as part of their plan in the Central Continent; if Yama Hall also understood it that way, then...

"Do you think they would risk everything to eliminate you first?"

The Artifact Spirit’s words sent a chill down Han Yu’s spine.

Damn, all he thought of was taking advantage, without realizing that this path was fraught with peril.

Not only was it not advantageous, but it was life-threatening.

Just the thought of several powerful figures unleashing a barrage in front of him made Han Yu break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, the old Daoist also spoke, Han Yu thought of Yama Hall wanting to kill him, and the old Daoist naturally considered it too.

He lacked any sense of security, and the old Daoist felt the same.

With so many formidable figures involved, his mediocrity wouldn’t hold, staying here with Han Yu would be akin to courting death.

So the old Daoist became timid.

"Let’s return to the Southern Border!"

The Southern Border now perhaps held the safest stronghold in the entire Central Continent.

Not only was Mu Zili there, but their powerhouses had arrived; even if a fight broke out, they wouldn’t be afraid. It was uncertain who was stronger!

This...

Han Yu appeared hesitant, while the Artifact Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness urged quickly.

"If you’re worried about people here, that’s all the more reason to leave; who knows if they’ll kill their way over here."

Han Yu was merely a target now, the identity of being part of Celestial Dao Sect’s plan was enough reason for Yama Hall to act against him.

"Don’t forget why that powerhouse previously shamelessly attacked you multiple times."

The Artifact Spirit recalled the scene of Soul Not Returning attacking Han Yu, adding another possible explanation.

It had wondered why powerful figures from both the Celestial Dao Sect and Yama Hall were revolving around Han Yu.

It must have been a misunderstanding.

Now Han Yu was deepening that misunderstanding, undoubtedly facing the most perilous situation.

Han Yu hesitated over more than just that. Don’t forget there were also powerhouses from the Celestial Dao Sect who had descended.

"Mu Zili could recognize the mistake, but what about the others?"

If upon arriving, he gets exposed, then what?

Would he be slapped to death with a single strike?

Yet the old Daoist didn’t wait for his hesitation, decisively grabbing him and the next moment, the Celestial Chasm spanned his sight, and without looking back, he whisked Han Yu away.

The cultivators of the Central Continent exchanged glances, with only Quan Xiaotong and Ling Wuce maintaining curious expressions; Han Yu had informed Quan Xiaotong of the matter beforehand in private.

He hoped Quan Xiaotong’s genius mind could offer some advice.

Yet, unexpectedly, Quan Xiaotong also agreed for Han Yu to continue pretending.

First, the Central Continent had gradually been unable to sustain Han Yu’s progress; not to mention the Qi Fortune Cultivators, even the remaining two Five Elements Spirits were yet to be found.

Secondly, they naturally wished to discern what the two sides intended to do.

Third...

If the Central Continent couldn’t be saved, at least Han Yu might survive.

"Didn’t that Quan say, if you neither admit nor deny all through, then even if exposed, it’s their own misperception in the end?"

In the Celestial Chasm, the Artifact Spirit offered consolation.

As far as it was concerned, Quan Xiaotong was indeed shrewd, not taking the initiative, not refusing, not revealing the truth.

The only fear lay in whether the Celestial Dao Sect powerhouses could be as reasonable as Mu Zili.

It was a gamble!

Though it was Han Yu’s life at stake...

In fact, the Artifact Spirit had placed its bet correctly, yet not thoroughly.

The place the old Daoist deemed safe was not entirely wrong, yet had its discrepancies.

Just like now, as Mu Zili awaited reinforcements in the Southern Border, his brows knitted in a frown.

These are the ones who came?

Too weak? Certainly not.

On the contrary, not only are they not weak, but extremely strong.

Yet they were precisely the ones he didn’t want to see.

The one adorned with jewels was Shen Zong.

The sinister-looking one was Lu Yuan.

The one with a constant smile was Maitreya.

The one carrying the pagoda was Zhen Tuo.

Finally, the one high up in the sky, exuding a carefree yet extremely cold aura, was Chang Gen!

All five Elders under the Qionghua Hall had arrived.

It was within expectation as it was a decision by the Qionghua Hall’s Elders, dispatching their subordinates was no issue.

Yet Mu Zili’s face was somewhat gloomy.

Exactly these five gave him extremely bad vibes, only Su Xiaoxiao still giggling foolishly.

"Never offend these five."

Mu Zili discreetly crushed his words into threads with his Spiritual Power, transmitting them.

Su Xiaoxiao was baffled for a moment, couldn’t help but inquire in a low voice.

"Why?"

Immediately, five gazes swept over simultaneously, all fixed on Su Xiaoxiao, sending a chill through him...