In the skies above the border of the Azure Cloud Region.
On a dozen or so spirit arks, all bearing the insignia of the Feng Royal Mansion, Prince Feng, Feng Chunlin, who carried a supreme-grade spirit coffin on his back, was leading a group of people from the Azure Cloud Region to one of the Eternal Sun Prefecture Region.
But in the chaos gripping the world, the Eternal Sun Prefecture had not yet been fully brought under the Li family's control. Taking advantage of the situation, the great powers of the Eternal Sun Prefecture threw everything into turmoil.
"It is an age of chaos, after all."
Feng Chunlin gave a bitter laugh. He set the spirit coffin upright and, upon its lid, began to carve the story of his life.
"[Now, we are still fighting, carrying the will of all our people, and standing in opposition to those schemers and the high and mighty.]"
"[...]"
Every stroke of Feng Chunlin's carving was powerful. No one knew why he carried this coffin on his back.
The truth was, he had harbored a death wish for many years.
He had done many things wrong.
He had killed Yu Xian.
He thought he was fighting for Azure Cloud, struggling against his father, Feng Qingyang, but it wasn't until the very end that he realized he had been a pawn in someone else's plan all along.
Over the years, he took part in every battle, always charging at the very front. And yet, he always survived, his cultivation growing higher and higher.
But now, he was suddenly glad to be alive.
Because the Li family had returned, and his sister, Feng Mi, was finally reunited with Li Kuangren. The Feng family now had heirs, and the Li family had promised that the Feng bloodline would be passed down in Azure Cloud forever.
Huu.
After Feng Chunlin finished writing, he let out a long sigh. "Truly, a scourge lasts a thousand years."
Just then, cries of alarm rang out from the spirit arks.
The many cultivators from Azure Cloud had already summoned their spirit artifacts and Dharma instruments. The spiritual formations on the spirit arks materialized and rose.
Feng Chunlin's Nascent Soul Leaving the Body aura erupted in an instant. Standing atop his spirit coffin, he gazed at the hundreds of figures rushing towards them from the distance. He was already at the prow of the spirit ark, and he roared, "It's the people from Eternal Sun Prefecture!"
"Flee! They have a Divinity Transformation expert! Scatter and flee!"
...
"Kill! Kill them all! Kill our way to Azure Cloud!"
The spiritual powers of cultivators clashed!
Shockwaves rippled outwards.
How terrifying is a Divinity Transformation cultivator? With a single step from Lu Juechen, the spiritual formations on the spirit arks shattered like bubbles.
Lu Juechen had no intention of toying with these cultivators. He instantly unleashed his Domain. The Daoist techniques of the Sacred Heart Sect manifested as runic characters, which spread out from within the Domain and landed on the body of every Azure Cloud cultivator.
[Heart Execution]
This was Lu Juechen's heaven-gifted Primordial Spirit technique. Within his Domain, he could control the divine souls of his enemies and, at the same time, crush their hearts!
It was an utterly one-sided slaughter. Under Lu Juechen's full power, the Azure Cloud cultivators were completely helpless, unable to offer any resistance.
As the spirit arks disintegrated, they didn't even have the chance to cry out.
Within Lu Juechen's Domain, the runic characters transformed into translucent hands that seized the Azure Cloud cultivators by the neck. The faces of the cultivators turned red as they struggled. They couldn't breathe, and their divine souls were being crushed by a tremendous, invisible force.
In the span of a finger snap, the greatest struggle the Foundation Establishment cultivators could manage was to watch the fragments of their spirit arks fall to the ground, kicking their legs wildly in the air before their divine souls shattered!
The dozen or so Golden Core cultivators resisted with their spiritual power, but their Dharma Bodies were no tougher than thin paper. It was only a matter of time before they met the same fate.
The only one who even had a chance to escape was Feng Chunlin!
"I'll kill you! You're just the first, hahaha, you're just the first!"
Nangong Yazhi laughed maniacally, her Nascent Soul-level spiritual power blasting madly towards Feng Chunlin. The situation was too sudden; Feng Chunlin could barely muster enough spiritual power to resist Lu Juechen's Primordial Spirit technique.
Under Nangong Yazhi's relentless assault, his spirit coffin began to crack and splinter!
But Feng Chunlin was still gritting his teeth. Unable to bear watching his companions die around him one by one, he roared.
"Changyao!"
As this heart-wrenching cry rang out.
Nangong Yazhi was still frantically trying to kill Feng Chunlin. She cared about nothing else; she just wanted everyone connected to the Li family to die!
She didn't even notice the flash of red light that emanated from the ligature marks on her neck.
But this red light did not escape the eyes of Lu Juechen.
Killing intent! Killing intent was converging from all directions!
A black mirror rose into the air, emitting streams of dark light that shot out in all directions. It was the assassins of the Hall of Heavenly Principle!
A woman holding a massive pink longbow drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and without the slightest hesitation, pierced through the spirit artifact of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator from Eternal Sun Prefecture.
The spirit tablet hanging around her neck was now floating in the air, shimmering with a black and white light.
"This is bad! How can this be? How could someone from the Li family be here?!"
The faces of the cultivators from Eternal Sun Prefecture changed drastically.
The man who had warned Lu Juechen earlier, in particular, roared in fury, "Ancestor Lu, I told you! Nangong Yazhi couldn't be trusted!"
But even so.
Lu Juechen showed not the slightest hint of fear. He suddenly began to laugh, a hint of madness in his voice.
"Hahaha, Li Changyao of the Li family!"
Li Changyao's arrow was already flying towards him, but with a wave of his hand, empowered by the spiritual power within his Domain, a transparent hand caught the arrow, holding it fast.
Lu Juechen stared scornfully at the black mist emanating from the spirit tablet on Li Changyao's neck.
He muttered in a low voice as he glanced towards the still-raving Nangong Yazhi.
"The Li family's Old Ancestor... any clan member carrying a spirit tablet has the potential to summon him.
A useless person still has their uses. A weakness can also be turned into the greatest asset!"
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