If not for the heat of battle, Tianji Saint would have trembled with rage. This man had not only destroyed his Tianji Dao City but was now attacking his dojo, the Tianji Bone.
The Dao City was one thing, but the Tianji Bone was non-negotiable. Even before the Wheel of Time, he’d prioritize the Bone.
Eternal Life Land held a secret known only to him, not even Kong Yangshan, who once occupied the Tianji Bone, was aware. The three realms of eternal life—Creation Dao, Realm Derivation, and Fortune Saint—were not truly eternal. They appeared so, but in reality, they weren’t.
Most Eternal Life Saints believed crossing into Creation Dao meant eternal life because their dao limited their perception. After entering Creation Dao, they could no longer sense their lifespan, assuming immortality. But a true personal dao could still perceive that Creation Dao and Realm Derivation weren’t eternal. Even in Fortune Saint realm, this perception blurred.
Tianji Saint, with the Tianji Bone and Tianji Plate’s deductions, vaguely sensed the key to true eternity: a fourth step beyond Fortune. Why had Ancestor Hongjun left with others? Likely because he’d sensed this fourth step earlier.
The Tianji Bone was critical to confirming and reaching this fourth step. How could Tianji Saint abandon it? He believed that by locking onto Mo Wuji and the surrounding space with the Tianji Plate’s dao rules, he could suppress him.
But time was against him. Even if other Eternal Life Saints didn’t arrive, suppressing Mo Wuji wouldn’t let him take him alone. The attack on his Tianji Bone made staying even a moment longer impossible.
With no mood to continue fighting Mo Wuji, Tianji Saint unleashed his dao rules, frantically trying to retrieve the Tianji Plate.
Truthfully, he knew withdrawing the Plate now was risky. But he didn’t take Mo Wuji seriously. Mo Wuji was strong against ordinary Creation or Realm Derivation Saints, but against a Fortune Saint like him, he was lacking.
From their encounter, Mo Wuji had only briefly trapped him with void array patterns. Otherwise, he relied on the Wheel of Time to resist. Without it, Tianji Saint would’ve captured him long ago.
Mo Wuji, wildly activating his Mortal Domain and unleashing Mortal Dao Rules, hadn’t expected Tianji Saint to abruptly retreat. When Tianji Saint began withdrawing the Tianji Plate’s dao rules, Mo Wuji sensed it, his heart leaping with joy.
How much did this guy underestimate him? To dare retract the Tianji Plate under his Wheel of Time? Right—Tianji Saint hadn’t seen him use any formidable techniques, assuming the Plate could be withdrawn at will.
If Mo Wuji couldn’t cripple Tianji Saint in this situation, he’d be nothing but a freeloader.
Mo Wuji surged his Mortal Dao Rules, the Wheel of Time’s temporal dao rules crashing out wave after wave. The Tianji Plate couldn’t retract—it was lucky to withstand Mo Wuji’s vast, smoky dao rule onslaught.
Tianji Saint realized his mistake instantly. Mo Wuji wasn’t weak—he’d been playing weak, hiding his true strength. This vast, smoky dao aura was barely inferior to his own Fortune Saint dao rules.
Trouble! Tianji Saint abandoned retracting the Plate, trying to reassert his Tianji Dao Rules to regain control.
But Mo Wuji, seasoned in countless battles, had far more combat experience than Tianji Saint, who relied on overwhelming foes. The moment Tianji Saint hesitated, Mo Wuji stepped into the space where their dao rules clashed, ignoring their colliding domains. He raised his hand, unleashing a boundless divine dao rule.
Sever Spirit!
Under Sever Spirit, whether mortal cultivator or Fortune Saint, extended divine sense faced one fate: severance. No exceptions.
Tianji Saint’s divine sense faltered, and he was shocked to feel his connection to the Tianji Plate weaken. Was Mo Wuji trying to cut his divine sense and steal the Plate? Did he think he was a Heaven and Earth Saint?
Furious, Tianji Saint unleashed a Tianji Strangling Dao Rule, restoring his faint connection to the Plate.
But before he could act further, Mo Wuji unleashed another divine dao rule. Years Rise! Space froze under time’s weight. The space stalled, and even divine dao rules slowed beneath the years.
In his angry frenzy, Tianji Saint summoned the Nirvana Sword, forged from his Tianji Dao Rules. With no time to waste on Mo Wuji, he needed to sever all of Mo Wuji’s binding dao rules, take the Plate, and leave.
Crack! The Nirvana Sword shattered the temporal space. As normalcy loomed, Mo Wuji stepped forward again, entering Tianji Saint’s Tianji Domain. He pointed a finger.
Seven Realms Finger: Fortune!
This space became the cosmos, this cosmos a furnace. Under one finger, all within the furnace melted! Fortune as the smith, all things as copper. Tianji Dao Rules began to dissolve, the Nirvana Sword’s killing dao rules slowed, and space grew ethereal.
When his connection to the Tianji Plate wavered a second time under Mo Wuji’s finger, Tianji Saint’s face changed. Everything was slipping from his control. Mo Wuji, a mere Creation Dao cultivator, was far beneath him in dao and strength. How could one finger melt his control over the Plate?
Mo Wuji’s excitement grew. Though he’d seized the perfect moment, he hadn’t expected such success. He’d melted Tianji Saint’s control over the Plate, if only for a breath. For him, a breath was enough.
Before Tianji Saint could restore the connection a third time, Mo Wuji unleashed a torrent of void array patterns. The next moment, the Tianji Plate was swept into his Mortal Realm.
“You’re courting death!” Tianji Saint nearly lost his mind as Mo Wuji took the Plate. Forgetting even the Tianji Bone, he lunged at him.
Unless he was a fool, Mo Wuji wouldn’t stay to face Tianji Saint head-on. Though he believed a Plate-less Tianji Saint couldn’t harm him, a premonition warned him to leave.
As Tianji Saint pounced, Mo Wuji’s form flickered and vanished without a trace.
Tianji Saint stared at the empty spot, his fingers trembling. How long had it been since he’d felt this, since becoming a Fortune Saint?
He knew what the Tianji Plate meant to him. If it represented his current status, the Tianji Bone represented his future.
With his status stripped, what future remained? Yet his resolve held firm, and he calmed quickly. Chasing Mo Wuji was futile. Even four Fortune Saints together hadn’t caught him when he wasn’t yet Creation Dao. Now, in Creation Dao, catching him was a fantasy.
Taking a deep breath, Tianji Saint regained composure. Turning, he set Mo Wuji aside. As long as Mo Wuji hadn’t reached Realm Derivation Saint, he could trap and kill him.
He paused. What if Mo Wuji reached Realm Derivation Saint?
A deep fear surged, though he loathed admitting it. If Mo Wuji became a Realm Derivation Saint, forget reclaiming the Plate—death awaited him. Mo Wuji was terrifying in Creation Dao; in Realm Derivation, he’d far surpass a Fortune Saint.
“Brother Pingyuan, you’re fast. We just arrived, and it seems a lot has happened,” a mocking voice interrupted.
Tianji Saint saw Yingdao Saint and Eternal Life Saint arrive, his divine sense detecting Thunder Saint nearby. Yingdao Saint spoke, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Tianji Saint’s voice rasped, “We’re all late. Cheng Qinghan is dead, killed by Mo Wuji, who’s escaped. My Tianji Bone is under attack; I must return.”
With that, he flashed and vanished.
Eternal Life Saint, Yingdao Saint, and Thunder Saint exchanged glances. Tianji Saint left cryptic words and fled? A few words couldn’t have delayed him much.
Then they recalled his mention of the Tianji Bone under attack. Their eyes grew grave.
In Eternal Life Land, who dared attack Tianji Saint’s Tianji Bone dojo? No one. If someone dared, they could target their dojos too.
