The yellow-robed man was shocked, frantically summoning his dao aura and unleashing a punch downward.
“Pfft!” The halberd still drew a spray of blood from the yellow-robed man’s brow, instantly throwing the surrounding dao laws into chaos.
Boom! Crack! The Mourning Intent Killing Aura that Lan Xiaobu had just formed was shattered by the punch. The moment Lan Xiaobu rushed out of the disintegration vortex channel, he spat out a stream of blood.
Even though it was just a casual punch from the yellow-robed man, Lan Xiaobu was significantly injured.
Without daring to pause, Lan Xiaobu teleported away without hesitation, certain he had disrupted the yellow-robed man’s plan to disintegrate the plane.
Such a terrifying method of plane disintegration wasn’t something that could be done at will—it must have required countless years of preparation. Now that Lan Xiaobu had disrupted the opponent’s dao laws and blocked the disintegration channel, if the yellow-robed man could still continue, there was nothing more Lan Xiaobu could do.
As expected, the moment Lan Xiaobu escaped, the yellow-robed man spat out a stream of vital blood, his dao aura chaotic and weakened. In that brief moment, he was gravely injured. Lan Xiaobu’s halberd had only caused a minor wound, but its impact might take millions of years to erase.
The halberd seemed aimed at tearing his sea of consciousness, yet his sea remained intact. Instead, it had torn apart his disintegration dao laws, closing the disintegration channel and halting the plane’s tribulation.
The immense backlash from the plane’s forces struck. Now, let alone stepping into the Creation Saint Realm, even maintaining his World-Deriving Saint Realm would depend on luck.
At this moment, his dao laws were wildly collapsing, and the backlash of the disintegration aura was more than he could bear.
“Crack!” A sound of the void exploding rang out, and the disintegration channel before the yellow-robed man vanished.
The yellow-robed man kept spitting blood, his aura and dao laws weakening with each gush.
Had Lan Xiaobu not fled, he might have taken a chance to see if he could finish off the yellow-robed man.
After half an incense stick’s time, the yellow-robed man stared at the vanished disintegration channel, his eyes burning with endless rage.
He had planned for tens of thousands of years, even obtaining the Plane-Opening Dao Laws from the Yellow Spring Dao Ancestor to strip a plane’s fortune and vitality, only to have it ruined by an ant, resulting in failure. With the Plane-Opening Dao Laws lost, even if he recovered, he could no longer continue the plane’s disintegration tribulation.
If he, Chong Jianshan, didn’t avenge this, he wouldn’t deserve to remain in the Land of Immortality. As for Lan Xiaobu’s escape, he wasn’t worried. If an ant from a divine realm plane could escape him, Chong Jianshan wouldn’t need to prove the Creation Saint Realm.
After the endless disintegration laws ceased their backlash, Chong Jianshan took a breath, swallowed a dao fruit,掏出一枚水晶球, and wove intricate hand seals. In a short time, he captured a clear directional dao law and sealed it into the crystal ball.
This directional dao law pointed to the direction Lan Xiaobu had fled. No matter where Lan Xiaobu went, this dao law would track him.
Chong Jianshan relaxed. As long as Lan Xiaobu remained in the Land of Immortality, he would find him.
After meditating in seclusion for over ten days, Chong Jianshan felt his injuries had somewhat healed. He swallowed another dao fruit, then summoned a blunt sword with a grim expression—his flight treasure, the Sky-Escaping Sword.
Why hadn’t Chong Jianshan pursued him? Could the backlash from the disrupted disintegration channel have caused such severe injuries that he was unable to chase?
The more Lan Xiaobu thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Unfortunately, he was now far from the yellow-robed man’s location. Otherwise, with his temperament, he might have gone back to check.
At the same time, Lan Xiaobu knew his enemies weren’t limited to the yellow-robed man. He had a host of enemies, and the yellow-robed man might not even be the strongest among them.
The Reincarnation Pot sped up, and Lan Xiaobu sent messages to Fate Saint and the others. But to his concern, none of the five messages he sent received a reply.
Something felt off. Not only had Fate Saint not responded, but Lan Xiaobu also sensed a faint crisis. He stopped using the Reincarnation Pot to travel and focused on identifying what was wrong.
An hour passed, and Lan Xiaobu found nothing amiss, which only heightened his unease. As a cultivator of his own great dao, if he sensed a crisis, it existed. A crisis he couldn’t pinpoint was even more terrifying.
He took out the directional coordinates traded to him by Nether Saint Zhong Wuchen. After Zhong Wuchen had given him the coordinates, Lan Xiaobu had inscribed the directional dao laws himself. Otherwise, what he held now would be blank.
Just as he was about to activate the Sky-Escaping Sword to leave, he suddenly sensed something. He reached into the void, then exclaimed, “The Time Dao Scroll?”
His eyes lit up. Known as the Saint of Ten Thousand Daos, he cultivated myriad daos, but the Time Dao remained the most significant in his heart. Unfortunately, he had never obtained the Time Dao Scroll. If he had, his disintegration channel wouldn’t have been destroyed by an interloper today.
He hadn’t searched for the Time Dao Scroll because it was in the hands of the Time Saint, who had vanished long ago, and no one knew where. Now, seeing the Time Dao Scroll, how could he let this opportunity slip?
Originally planning to track Lan Xiaobu later, the Time Dao Scroll changed Chong Jianshan’s mind. He had to find Lan Xiaobu immediately. He couldn’t allow any chance for the Time Dao Scroll to slip away again.
Unaware that his escape direction had been tracked by Chong Jianshan, Lan Xiaobu stopped teleporting. After traveling for a day using his Ruleless Escape Technique, he switched to the Reincarnation Pot.
At this point, Lan Xiaobu grew puzzled. Why hadn’t the yellow-robed man pursued him? Perhaps the backlash from the disrupted disintegration channel had indeed caused severe injuries, leaving him unable to chase.
The directional dao laws were faint but clear to Lan Xiaobu.
He stored the damaged Time Dao Scroll and Book of Life and Death. The scroll’s damage didn’t bother him; having studied it, he could reconstruct it using the Cosmic Dimensional Model, even if it was incomplete. However, with his own Time Dao laws, the scroll wasn’t crucial to him.
Certain there were no lingering dao auras on him, Lan Xiaobu grew more perplexed. If there were no residual dao auras, why did he still feel uneasy? Could it be, as Fate Saint had said, that he’d been targeted by a Creation magnate the moment he arrived?
The location traded from Zhong Wuchen was his lifeline. He didn’t want to flee there only to be pursued and have that hidden place exposed.
Lan Xiaobu frantically circulated his Longevity Dao, meticulously searching for anything amiss. An hour later, he had an epiphany: he was in the Land of Immortality.
In the Land of Immortality, all heavenly rules pointed toward immortality, but he came from a divine realm plane. He hadn’t noticed anything unusual himself, but to cultivators native to the Land of Immortality, he was like a beacon, clearly visible wherever he went.
Realizing this, Lan Xiaobu’s unease deepened. He needed to blend his Longevity Dao and planar dao aura with this place as quickly as possible to avoid standing out.
Though he knew staying here to meditate was dangerous—he could become prey at any moment—Lan Xiaobu had no choice. He stopped, frantically circulating his Longevity Dao, sensing the immortality laws here while merging his Longevity Dao with the Land of Immortality’s heavenly rules.
Time passed slowly, and the conspicuous aura on Lan Xiaobu grew fainter, gradually harmonizing with the surrounding heavenly dao laws.
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Immortality Palace.
In the Land of Immortality, this was a supreme existence. The Immortality Saint, who controlled the palace, was the foremost saint in the Land of Immortality. No one had seen him fight, as rumor had it that those who did had long turned to dust.
At this moment, four powerhouses sat in the Immortality Palace. The Immortality Saint sat at the head, with two on his left and one on his right.
If one were to list the ten most powerful beings in the Land of Immortality, these four would undoubtedly rank among the top seven.
The Immortality Saint, at the head, needed no introduction. An existence from the dawn of creation, he was among the earliest powerhouses in the Land of Immortality, symbolizing its inception. Countless years ago, he had already stepped into the Creation Saint Realm.
To his left, the first was an exceptionally tall figure with four eyes, two on his forehead.
His appearance was strange, but none dared underestimate him. He was Reflecting Dao Saint, another Creation Saint. His ability to reflect and absorb any dao aura made him invincible. His dojo, Cloud Mountain, was a naturally formed immortality cloud mountain.
Beside Reflecting Dao Saint sat a man of average build, surrounded by crackling lightning as if encased in electricity. This was Thunder Saint of Northern Valley Peak, the only Creation Saint in the Land of Immortality who didn’t cultivate a top-tier dao.
Thunder Saint cultivated the Thunder Dao Scroll. Though the Thunder Dao wasn’t among the most supreme daos, his combat strength ranked among the strongest Creation Saints.
On the right sat a frail man, shrouded in mist. He was Heavenly Mechanism Saint, a Creation Saint whose dojo, Heavenly Mechanism Bone, was a vast bone that served as a forbidden zone in the Land of Immortality. No one but Heavenly Mechanism Saint could approach it.
