Cheng Qinghan, despite his wariness of Mo Wuji, was a top-tier figure just below Creation Sage. Mo Wuji’s blatant insult on his own turf was intolerable. He unleashed twelve Fire Dragon Pearls, activating the peripheral trapping-killing array of Daxun Island.
A powerful domain surged, pressing against Mo Wuji’s Mortal Domain. Mo Wuji knew he could kill Cheng Qinghan, but on his home ground, a prolonged fight would take time.
Time was his most precious asset. He could seal Kong Yangshan’s messages, but not Cheng Qinghan’s. He sensed Cheng Qinghan had already sent a distress signal, which irked him. For someone of his status, calling for backup before the fight even started was spineless.
“Brother Mo, I’ll help!” Qing Xiang, from a distance, summoned her treasure and rushed forward.
Mo Wuji quickly said, “Plan’s changed. Leave now and wait for me where we met.”
With that, he swung his Mortal Halberd at Cheng Qinghan’s domain.
Boom! The twelve Fire Dragon Pearls conjured a sky of fire dragons, clashing with the Mortal Halberd. The void twisted, rules warped, and countless laws shattered.
Mo Wuji noted the irony: Cheng Qinghan, surrounded by water, wielded fire-based treasures.
Qing Xiang, hearing Mo Wuji’s command, stowed her treasure and fled without question.
At her Creation Dao Realm, she’d be little help. Mo Wuji’s mention of a changed plan signaled complications. She trusted him, leaving to avoid hindering him.
Seeing Qing Xiang retreat, Mo Wuji’s eyes flashed with approval. He despised those who, knowing they’re outmatched, linger out of misguided loyalty, causing chaos. The plan changed because of Kong Yangshan. Otherwise, he’d have sealed Daxun Island’s periphery with a top-tier array, preventing Cheng Qinghan’s signals.
Crack! Crack! Crash…
The Mortal Halberd tore through layers of protective arrays, shredding laws and splintering peripheral islets.
Mo Wuji grew anxious. Cheng Qinghan was tougher than expected, his Fire Dragon Pearls locking the Mortal Halberd. Though the halberd had the upper hand, breaking the pearls’ entanglement would take half an incense stick’s time—too long. A Creation Sage could arrive by then.
Even so, Mo Wuji refrained from using the Time Wheel. If he needed it against a Derivative Realm foe, how would he face a Creation Sage?
Deciding, Mo Wuji stopped focusing on breaching Cheng Qinghan’s domain. He stepped forward, landing within it.
Seeing Mo Wuji’s audacity, Cheng Qinghan was elated. From the clashing Fire Dragon Pearls, a green ray burst—his trump card, Soul-Splitting Ray. His name’s “Qing” reflected this move’s hue. No one knew of it, as all who’d seen it died. He’d planned to ambush Mo Wuji when his domain broke, but Mo Wuji entered early, overconfident.
As the green ray shot out, Mo Wuji countered with a finger strike—Seven Realms Finger, Second Finger: Heaven and Earth.
The strike reversed heaven’s rules. This space was no longer the Immortal Land or Daxun Island’s domain but one defined by this finger. All rules bowed to it.
*The heavens are the inn of all things; time, the guest of countless generations…*
Cheng Qinghan, horrified, found himself in Mo Wuji’s world rules. His dojo was built in another’s world, and he was merely a passing traveler.
He burned blood, lifespan, even his laws, desperate to escape Mo Wuji’s finger-space. He knew he couldn’t win, but the gap was staggering.
Too late.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Domains, rules, laws shattered.
“Stop…” As Mo Wuji’s finger neared Cheng Qinghan’s brow, poised to tear his world, an angry voice rang out.
Cheng Qinghan’s joy surged. It was Heavenly Mechanism Sage. He’d serve him forever if saved.
But Mo Wuji ignored the voice, his finger descending. Cheng Qinghan’s joy crumbled, despair taking over. His brow shattered, his spirit broke, his world was ripped open.
“Why?” Cheng Qinghan stared at Mo Wuji, unwilling to die.
Only he knew the “why” wasn’t for Mo Wuji but for Heavenly Mechanism Sage, who could’ve saved him but didn’t act.
“Because your rescuer didn’t want to save you. As for why I’m killing you? You dared touch my friend’s partner. What do you say?” Mo Wuji’s voice was ice-cold. He gave Cheng Qinghan no chance, fearing he’d use Ji Zhuer as leverage. Since he hadn’t, Mo Wuji struck swiftly.
Ji Zhuer? Cheng Qinghan recalled her, regret surging. After sending the signal, he should’ve grabbed her as a shield, missing his best chance to survive.
Boom! Mo Wuji’s finger reduced Cheng Qinghan to blood mist. Heavenly Mechanism Sage, furious, charged. “I, Xing Pingyuan, will tear you apart, or I’m unfit as a Creation Sage.”
Mo Wuji sneered inwardly. The sage’s fury lacked sincerity. He could’ve saved Cheng Qinghan but didn’t. His charge wasn’t for vengeance but for Mo Wuji’s Time Wheel.
Mo Wuji ignored him, knowing more Creation Sages would arrive. Heavenly Mechanism Sage feared others would claim Mo Wuji, aiming to break his world first. But Mo Wuji’s world was impregnable, and no single Creation Sage could trap him.
With no time for banter, Mo Wuji rushed to Daxun Island, weaving void array patterns along the way.
His priority was saving Ji Zhuer, not fighting Heavenly Mechanism Sage.
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Lan Xiaobu stared, stunned, at the shattered Wan Dao River. He’d planned to kill Wan Dao Sage Heavy Sword Shan, but not today. He was just passing through, heading to Heavenly Mechanism Dao City.
Since he was here, he sought news. But this sight shocked him. Who dared destroy Wan Dao Sage’s dojo? Didn’t he have Creation Sage backers?
With his dojo ruined, Wan Dao Sage couldn’t be faring well.
Spotting a cultivator scavenging the river, Lan Xiaobu stepped over. “Friend, what happened to Wan Dao River? Why’s it broken?”
Though not disguised, Lan Xiaobu wasn’t as notorious as Mo Wuji. The cultivator didn’t recognize him, saying, “You didn’t know? Mo Wuji killed Wan Dao Sage.”
“Mo Wuji killed him?” Lan Xiaobu paused, then realized Mo Wuji had reached the Immortal Realm. With his supreme dao, he could easily slay Heavy Sword Shan.
“Thanks, friend.” Lan Xiaobu clasped his fists, vanishing swiftly. He needed to reach Heavenly Mechanism Dao City to save someone, then contact Mo Wuji to team up against Creation Sages.
As Lan Xiaobu left, the cultivator’s face paled, realizing who he was. He stopped scavenging and fled.
It was Lan Xiaobu, boldly roaming the Immortal Land undisguised, openly questioning him. Like Mo Wuji, Lan Xiaobu likely proved the Immortal Realm.
If Mo Wuji could kill Derivative Realm experts, could Lan Xiaobu be weaker? Better to flee. He couldn’t afford to cross Lan Xiaobu, Mo Wuji, or the Immortal Land’s Creation and Derivative Sages.
