After the fall of two more Creation Saints, the Land of Eternal Life fell silent once again.
This silence didn’t last long. Soon, people noticed a problem: whether it was the Creation Market or the dojo cities of the remaining Creation Saints, there were no signs of Creation Saints anymore.
Initially, these dojo cities remained stable. But when word spread that the Eternal Life Saint and three other Creation Saints had tried to ambush Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu in the City of Eternal Life, only to have Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu kill the Reflective Path Saint and the Immortal Saint in retaliation, while the Eternal Life Saint and Thunder Saint fled to save themselves, chaos began to brew.
As this news spread, the major dojo cities, including the Creation Market, gradually descended into disorder. Cities like the Creation Market or the Gubei Dojo City, controlled by Creation Saints, held unimaginable opportunities and resources. With the Creation Saints gone, Derivation Realm powerhouses eagerly sought to seize control.
When the first dojo city fell into contention without interference from a Creation Saint, the entire Land of Eternal Life spiralled into chaos.
Numerous dojo cities became battlegrounds for resources and prime dojos, with the law of the jungle reigning supreme.
In this turmoil, rogue cultivators and those with weaker cultivation had no choice but to flee, as staying meant becoming cannon fodder.
Amid this chaos, the City of Eternal Life stood out once more. Before the attack by the four Creation Saints, it had been the safest place in the Land of Eternal Life—stable, free of coercion, and ideal for cultivation.
As a result, cultivators who had fled the city began returning, joined by others who had never been part of it.
In no time, the City of Eternal Life was overflowing with people. Fortunately, Zeng Feiyu strictly enforced the city’s original rules, and despite the crowds, no major incidents occurred.
Even if many didn’t know Lan Xiaobu was in the city, Zeng Feiyu’s status as a Derivation Realm powerhouse deterred troublemakers.
Lan Xiaobu was unaware of these developments, and even if he were, he wouldn’t have cared. At the moment, he was in his cave mansion, purging the poisonous law left by the Reflective Path Saint’s black threads. With his Longevity Dao Tree and his mastery of numerous Great Path laws, Lan Xiaobu could refine the spider poison law even without the Cosmic Model. Though the process was slow, it wasn’t detrimental to his Great Path.
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Burial Path Great Plain.
Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint had recovered from their injuries. Thanks to the jade slips Lan Xiaobu left behind, they had both stepped into the Derivation Saint realm almost simultaneously.
Upon entering the Derivation Saint realm, Peng Yuan planned to leave the area to search for the Fate Saint.
She had just knocked on the Eternal Night Saint’s cave mansion restriction when he emerged.
“Haha, congratulations, Friend Peng, on reaching the Derivation Realm!” the Eternal Night Saint said with a broad smile, clearly elated for himself as well. Thanks to Lan Xiaobu’s jade slip, he had not only entered the Derivation Realm but also purged many impure laws, making his Great Path purer.
“Congratulations to you too, Friend Eternal Night. I’m planning to leave to find Senior Fate. Will you come along?” Peng Yuan asked.
The Eternal Night Saint said boldly, “Of course, we’ll go together. Once we find Senior Fate and Friend Blood River, we’ll leave the Burial Path Great Plain to find Brother Lan. In my lifetime, the person I admire most is Brother Lan. If not for him, I’d probably still be strung up outside the Heavenly Mechanism Dojo City, awaiting death.”
Peng Yuan smiled faintly. She shared the same sentiment but wasn’t as expressive.
After leaving their cave mansions, the two headed deeper into the Burial Path Great Plain. Having reached the Derivation Realm and armed with Lan Xiaobu’s methods, they were largely unaffected by the plain’s conditions.
After searching for about six months, Peng Yuan was the first to sense something amiss. She stopped and said, “Friend Eternal Night, have you noticed that the methods we used before no longer prevent our Great Paths from being buried?”
The Eternal Night Saint paused as well, nodding immediately. “You’re right. I thought it was just me. The method Brother Lan gave us can no longer stop our Great Paths from being buried.”
The two exchanged glances, fear flickering in their eyes. Previously, they could use the Burial Path’s laws to bury impure laws within their Great Paths. But now, the plain was burying not only those impurities but their entire Great Path laws. If this continued, they would eventually perish here.
“Let’s go,” Peng Yuan sighed, knowing they had no choice but to leave.
Just as she said those words, a spurt of blood essence sprayed from her mouth. Without daring to say more, she turned and fled frantically.
The Eternal Night Saint wasn’t faring much better, his face pale as he too fled desperately. While they could still cope with the changes in the Burial Path’s laws moments ago, the sudden devouring of their Great Paths was alarming.
They had noticed early and fled swiftly. Half a month later, they reached the edge of the Burial Path Great Plain.
Along the way, it wasn’t just Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint—other cultivators in the plain were also fleeing. Those who moved too slowly, even with ample experience surviving the Burial Path, fell during their escape.
The moment they emerged from the Burial Path Great Plain, both Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, and they might have been trapped forever.
“Someone’s fighting,” Peng Yuan said, noticing a battle in the distance, with law auras clashing, indicating the combatants were formidable.
“It’s Senior Fate!” the Eternal Night Saint exclaimed joyfully before rushing over.
Peng Yuan followed. One of the fighters was indeed the Fate Saint, Zhen Changyuan. But she was in bad shape—already injured and at a disadvantage.
The cultivator fighting her was extremely tall, resembling a withered tree from a distance.
Without hesitation, Peng Yuan summoned her treasure, and the Eternal Night Saint unleashed his, striking at the opponent. Since this was an enemy of the Fate Saint, there was no reason to hold back.
The cultivator fighting the Fate Saint didn’t take the arrival of two Derivation Realm cultivators seriously. But when Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint’s domains combined, binding his Derivation Realm domain, his expression changed. These two Derivation Saints were far stronger than he expected, their Great Paths unusually pure.
He had been able to suppress the Fate Saint alone, but with Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint joining, he had no choice but to flee. Though frustrated at letting the Fate Saint escape after intercepting her, he had no other option.
Neither Peng Yuan nor the Eternal Night Saint cared about the withered-tree-like cultivator’s escape. They rushed to the Fate Saint.
“Big Sister Zhen, Eternal Night and I went to the Burial Path Great Plain to find you, but you’re already out!” Peng Yuan said excitedly.
The Eternal Night Saint bowed respectfully. “Liao Zhuo pays respects to Senior Fate.”
The Fate Saint was equally overjoyed to see Peng Yuan and the Eternal Night Saint. “You’re both safe—that’s wonderful! I thought you’d been captured by the Heavenly Mechanism Saint and his group. I was useless, unable to protect you.”
She genuinely felt ashamed, having been too busy fleeing to save them.
Peng Yuan quickly said, “It was Big Brother Lan who saved us and took us to the Burial Path Great Plain to heal. Otherwise, we’d still be nailed outside the Heavenly Mechanism Dojo City.”
“What? Xiaobu is alright? Where is he now?” Hearing that Lan Xiaobu was safe, Zhen Changyuan was thrilled, asking eagerly.
The Eternal Night Saint said, “Senior, no need to worry about Brother Lan. His strength is extraordinary, and he has a friend named Mo Wuji…”
“Mo Wuji?” The Fate Saint was startled, then said, “The one who was chased by seven Creation Saints and thousands of Derivation Saints yet remained unharmed?”
“That should be him. Brother Mo and Brother Lan teamed up to save me, destroy the Heavenly Mechanism Dojo City, and kill the Heaven and Earth Saint,” Peng Yuan said.
“Great, I knew I wasn’t wrong about him,” Zhen Changyuan said, her voice trembling. If Lan Xiaobu could establish himself in the Land of Eternal Life, he could curb the Creation Saints’ habit of casually annihilating planes.
“Senior, who was that just now?” the Eternal Night Saint asked.
“He’s called Huang Buzhi. He must have calculated I was in the Burial Path Great Plain and waited for me here. If you two hadn’t shown up, I’d have been in danger,” Zhen Changyuan said.
Peng Yuan glanced at the Burial Path Great Plain. “Big Sister Zhen, what’s wrong with the Burial Path? Why did its burial laws suddenly become so terrifying? If we’d left any later, we might have been buried by them.”
Zhen Changyuan nodded, still shaken. “I’d been hiding in the Burial Path Great Plain, knowing I’d be tracked if I left. This time, I had to come out because the burial laws became too terrifying. Friend Blood River and I got separated in the plain—I hope he’s safe.”
She paused, as if recalling something. “We can’t stay here long. The Creation Saints of the Land of Eternal Life are likely targeting us. If we linger, we might attract their attention.”
“Let’s go find Big Brother Lan now. The Creation Saints here are too despicable,” Peng Yuan nodded, fully agreeing with Zhen Changyuan.
“Haha, you’re all right. I also despise the Creation Saints here—just a bunch of hypocritical thieves,” a sudden voice interrupted.
Zhen Changyuan and the others turned in surprise toward the voice. She knew well what Creation Saints represented in the Land of Eternal Life. Who would dare openly call them hypocritical thieves here?
