The Heavenly Secret Bone Dojo can perhaps no longer be called that, for the Heavenly Secret Bone is gone.
This is merely a temporary palace treasure summoned here. At this moment, the Saint of Heavenly Secret is surging with qi and blood, with profound Heavenly Secret principles flowing rapidly around him, and faint, elusive information vaguely emerging.
The Saints of Eternal Life, Reflection, and Thunder sit on the periphery, waiting with some urgency. They are awaiting the Saint of Heavenly Secret’s deduction of Lan Xiaobu’s whereabouts.
Just then, shattered principles descend upon the Land of Eternal Life, carrying a mournful charm.
Except for the Saint of Heavenly Secret, who is still frantically deducing, the other three stand up in shock.
A Saint of Creation has fallen? In the Land of Eternal Life, there are only five Saints of Creation, and four are here. The fallen one can only be the Saint of Heaven and Earth, Gu Yuechen.
The Saint of Thunder says in a low voice, “Gu Yuechen has fallen.”
The Saint of Reflection takes a deep breath and says slowly, “Gu Yuechen must have gone after Mo Wuji. Does that mean Mo Wuji can now kill Gu Yuechen? This is simply too shocking. He should still be at the Creation Saint realm, right? The Land of Eternal Life has seen monks with exceptional talent, but no matter how great the talent, no one can kill a Saint of Creation at the Creation realm.”
In his heart, he’s unsure whether he’s struggling to accept the fall of a Saint of Creation or the fact that Mo Wuji could kill Gu Yuechen.
Even the Saint of Eternal Life looks grim. Though he was at odds with the Saint of Heaven and Earth, the latter’s sudden fall affects him too. A sense of shared sorrow, perhaps, describes his mood. The Saint of Heaven and Earth’s divine abilities and principles were no weaker than his own, and in some aspects, his Great Dao was even stronger. If someone could kill the Saint of Heaven and Earth, they could kill him too.
“Mo Wuji shouldn’t be able to kill Gu Yuechen,” the Saint of Eternal Life says slowly after a long pause, trusting his own judgment.
The Saint of Reflection shakes his head. “Not necessarily. Mo Wuji took Gu Yuechen’s Wheel of Time. If he used it to ambush the Saint of Heaven and Earth, the outcome is hard to predict.”
“I suspect someone helped Mo Wuji. Otherwise, even with the Wheel of Time, Mo Wuji couldn’t kill Gu Yuechen,” the Saint of Eternal Life continues.
The group falls silent. The Saint of Thunder has a suspicion: he thinks Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu are together, and Lan Xiaobu helped Mo Wuji kill Gu Yuechen. But this theory doesn’t quite hold up. Lan Xiaobu does have a heaven-opening treasure, but his cultivation is too weak—only at the Creation realm. A Creation realm cultivator shouldn’t be able to fully unleash the power of a heaven-opening treasure.
At this moment, the Saint of Thunder hesitates over whether to voice his suspicion. If he’s correct, then the Saint of Heavenly Secret finding Lan Xiaobu’s location would mean finding Mo Wuji’s as well.
Lan Xiaobu has entered the Cosmic Dimension Model. He waves his hand, lifting all restrictions on Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night, then places a few Dao fruits in their mouths.
In just moments, Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night awaken.
The moment they wake, both leap to their feet, only to be overwhelmed by immense weakness, collapsing back to the ground. Then they see Lan Xiaobu.
“Brother Lan, you saved us?” Peng Yuan, more perceptive, has already noticed they’re no longer in the Heavenly Secret Dao City, nor is she nailed outside it.
Lan Xiaobu nods. “Yes, I destroyed the Heavenly Secret Dao City and rescued you. This is my world.”
Hearing Lan Xiaobu’s words, the Saint of Eternal Night hurriedly bows. “Brother Lan, I’m sorry. You saved us, yet we betrayed you. We were likely soul-searched by the Saint of Heavenly Secret. I think he’s now searching for you everywhere.”
Lan Xiaobu smiles faintly. “That wasn’t within your control. Besides, I’ve destroyed his Heavenly Secret Dao City—do I fear him finding me? By the way, do you know of the Saint of Blood River, Zhen Changyuan, and Shan Bu’ang?”
“I don’t know Shan Bu’ang, but Sister Zhen probably took the Saint of Blood River and escaped. We were a step too slow, unable to break through someone’s domain, and got caught,” Peng Yuan says, ashamed.
The Saint of Eternal Night says, “I heard from Senior Fate that in the Land of Eternal Life, if you want to escape, there’s only one place to go: the Great Burial Dao Plain. I suspect they’re hiding there. Otherwise, the Saints of Creation in the Land of Eternal Life would’ve caught them by now.”
Lan Xiaobu smiles. “This is the Great Burial Dao Plain. Heal your injuries first. Once you’ve recovered, you can come out and take a look.”
No wonder Zhen Changyuan and the Saint of Blood River weren’t caught—hiding in the Great Burial Dao Plain makes them nearly impossible to find. But the plain is so vast that even he can’t locate them; he’ll have to wait for them to emerge.
“Ah…” Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night exclaim, then realise the truth. Lan Xiaobu must have rescued them while the Saint of Heavenly Secret was away, then fled to the Great Burial Dao Plain. Otherwise, they’d likely have been caught by Eternal Life’s powerhouses outside.
But even if the Saint of Heavenly Secret was absent, there should’ve been other Eternal Life powerhouses in the Heavenly Secret Dao City. How did Lan Xiaobu escape to the Great Burial Dao Plain unscathed?
In the temporary hall of the Heavenly Secret Bone Dojo, the Saint of Heavenly Secret spits out a blood arrow and opens his eyes. He looks frail, his hair turned greyish-white, as if he’s aged through most of his lifespan.
“Brother Xing, how is it?” the Saint of Reflection asks eagerly. He covets the Seven Realm Stone most. If they find Lan Xiaobu’s location and he claims the stone, his Great Dao will ascend to new heights.
Blood still trickles from the Saint of Heavenly Secret’s mouth as he says weakly, “He’s shielded the Heavenly Secret.”
Hearing this, the room falls briefly silent. The Saint of Reflection frowns. “Brother Xing, even we, who’ve attained the rank of Saints of Creation, are tied to the Land of Eternal Life in life and death and cannot easily shield the Heavenly Secret. What ability does Lan Xiaobu have to do so?”
The Saint of Heavenly Secret shakes his head. “It’s not Lan Xiaobu who shielded it, but Mo Wuji. He’s refined my Heavenly Secret Disk and used it to conceal the Heavenly Secret.”
“I see,” the Saint of Thunder realises his guess was correct. Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu are indeed together. Mo Wuji shielding the Heavenly Secret, preventing the Saint of Heavenly Secret from deducing Lan Xiaobu, doesn’t that confirm they’re together?
The Saint of Eternal Life and the others fall silent, clearly thinking the same. Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu together even killed the Saint of Heaven and Earth. If they were caught alone…
The thought makes them uneasy.
“Was something major happening when I was deducing their locations earlier?” the Saint of Heavenly Secret swallows a Dao pill, his voice finally regaining some strength.
The Saint of Eternal Life nods. “A saint fell in the Land of Eternal Life. If I’m not mistaken, it was the Saint of Heaven and Earth. We were just wondering who killed him. Now we know—it must be Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu, ambushing him together.”
The Saint of Heaven and Earth was killed? The Saint of Heavenly Secret is stunned, his face turning grim.
Among the four remaining saints, he’s the most vulnerable. Not only is his Heavenly Secret Bone gone, but his Heavenly Secret Disk is too. If it were just those losses, he could manage with caution. The real issue is that his Dao foundation was damaged deducing Lan Xiaobu’s location. Though still a Saint of Creation, he’s now the weakest among the four.
The Saint of Heavenly Secret regrets it—regrets deducing Lan Xiaobu’s whereabouts. This deduction might lead him to follow in Gu Yuechen’s footsteps.
Seeing the Saint of Heavenly Secret’s drastic change in expression, the others understand. His Dao foundation is damaged from probing the Heavenly Secret, and recovery will take thousands of years. Hearing of the Saint of Heaven and Earth’s fall, he fears Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu will target him next.
Indeed, anyone with sense could guess that Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu’s next target will surely be the Saint of Heavenly Secret.
“I have an idea,” the Saint of Eternal Life says, his voice thick with killing intent. “Brother Heavenly Secret, come to my Long Sky Palace to recuperate. We’ll set up an inescapable trap here. If those two rats dare come, we’ll take them down together.”
“Agreed,” the Saints of Thunder and Reflection say without hesitation.
As for the Saint of Heavenly Secret, his greatest fear is Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu coming for him together, so he has no objections.
“However, when we leave the Heavenly Secret Bone Dojo, we need to cover our tracks. At the very least, we can’t let Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu know the four of us are together. That Mo fellow is cunning and extremely tricky, and now it seems that Lan fellow is no saint either. We can’t lose the initiative again—we must strike decisively,” the Saint of Eternal Life says gravely.
The Saint of Heavenly Secret remains silent, feeling a pang of sorrow. Since when have the Saints of Creation in the Land of Eternal Life been afraid to part ways?
