Immortal Travel of Longevity

The altar crumbled to ash. Jian Shenghua snatched the mask resting upon it, then led the demonic cultivators in a fighting retreat.

The Righteous Path cultivators pursued relentlessly, but the demonic cultivators scattered in all directions. Lacking the manpower to cover every escape route, the pursuers struggled to keep up.

Inevitably, they lost track of many of their targets.

They eventually chased the stragglers to a desolate wasteland before finally giving up.

Seeing this, Elder He of Lingyue Immortal Island looked toward the leading Fellow Daoists of the surrounding Immortal Sects.

Now that the demonic cultivators had scattered, tracking them down was particularly tricky. To make matters worse, they possessed bizarre methods; pushing too hard could easily result in heavy casualties.

After some discussion, they decided to divide their disciples into small squads to search in every direction. They also sent word back to their sects for reinforcements, determined not to let these demonic cultivators escape.

The entire Cultivation World mobilized.

Led by Tianji Mountain, they swept back and forth across the various immortal islands, vowing not to overlook a single suspicious person.

"Fellow Daoists, the fiend from thousands of years ago has returned from the Yellow Springs to the living world. His soul is scattered across the realm. Our top priority now is not only tracking down those demonic cultivators, but also hunting down the fiend's scattered soul fragments. If we allow him to reclaim his physical body and fully resurrect, I fear we will be completely powerless to reverse heaven."

"Elder Chen, I am afraid this will be difficult to guard against..."

"If the fiend's soul is scattered and hidden inside a host's body, it will be incredibly difficult for us to detect."

"Indeed."

The Righteous Path cultivators continued to discuss the matter.

Suddenly, a figure stepped into the hall.

"That fiend's physical body still exists in this world. He will not seek out another's flesh."

The cultivators turned their gazes toward the speaker.

The newcomer wore a long robe of white and red. With fox-like eyes and sword-shaped brows, he possessed a commanding aura with every stride. He was a figure worthy of absolute reverence in this world.

Seeing him, Chen Daoqiu cupped his hands. "Fox Lord, your presence graces us. Forgive my failure to welcome you sooner."

Su Junhan waved a hand with a genial smile. "You are too polite, Elder Chen. The descent of this fiend concerns all living things. I happen to know a few minor details that might prove useful today."

Chen Daoqiu paused, then stepped forward. "Fox Lord, you just said that the fiend's physical body remains in this world?"

Su Junhan nodded. "Years ago, when the high wall of the Desolate Sea collapsed and countless evil spirits escaped into the realm, a certain Mister asked me to hunt them down. Purely by chance, I discovered a severed hand and a severed leg. Those severed limbs brimmed with demonic energy and clouded the mind. If I am not mistaken, they belong to the demonic corpse left behind by that fiend thousands of years ago."

Elder He of Lingyue Immortal Island stepped forward. "How do you know this, Fox Lord? Do you have proof? And where is the fiend's body now?"

Su Junhan shook his head. "I cannot prove it. However, that Mister might know more about the matter. The fiend's remains are currently in his hands."

Chen Daoqiu's heart skipped a beat as a certain figure inexplicably came to mind. "Could it be Chen Changsheng, Mister Chen?"

Su Junhan nodded.

That name echoed through the Main Hall.

Many people froze. After a moment of confusion, they suddenly remembered who he was.

He was a particularly low-profile expert.

Years ago, a single recitation of the Dragon Scripture had completely altered the qi destiny of the entire Dragon Clan.

Later, he alone had mobilized nearly all the water demons of the Desolate Sea to do his bidding.

Just a few years ago, he left behind an entire repository of Daoist texts at the peak of the old Tianji Mountain ruins.

It could be said that this Mister usually kept to himself, but whenever he made a move, it shocked the world. Every one of his deeds had echoed throughout the entire Cultivation World.

Yet, despite all this, very few people actually understood his disposition or his methods, and even fewer had ever met the Mister in person.

Nevertheless, his reputation was thunderous.

Elder He stepped forward. "Years ago, I had a brief encounter with Mister Chen. At that time, he rode his sword across the Desolate Sea, coming and going without a trace. He is no ordinary cultivator."

Chen Daoqiu furrowed his brows deeply. "Mister Chen's whereabouts are entirely unpredictable. I wonder if you have a way to find him, Fox Lord? To tell you the truth, my Senior Brother previously asked me to track him down, but my efforts bore no fruit."

Su Junhan shook his head with a helpless smile. "I came to you all precisely because I couldn't find him. However, I did get a lead from the Second Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace. I heard Mister Chen recently went to the Mortal World. I have already searched for him there once, but to no avail."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Chen Daoqiu asked, "Are you certain those severed limbs truly belong to the fiend's body, Fox Lord?"

"It is highly likely," Su Junhan replied.

Priest He said, "This is only a guess for now, but regardless, we cannot overlook the possibility. A few Fellow Daoists and I will accompany the Fox Lord to the lower realm to search for Mister Chen. The remaining Fellow Daoists will lead the disciples across the Cultivation World to keep a close watch on the demonic cultivators' movements. How does that sound?"

"That sounds feasible."

"It is the right course of action."

"There is no time to lose. We will depart immediately."

"Agreed."

One group followed Su Junhan to the Mortal World, while the elders who remained organized search parties across the Cultivation World to track the demonic cultivators.

A massive mobilization was underway.

...

It was an eventful day, coinciding with the white flood dragon riding the river waters.

Her journey had been fairly smooth so far, without a single obstacle in her path.

Ying En looked ahead. Not far away, the river would merge into the Desolate Sea. Once there, she would only need to survive the Heavenly Tribulation to transform into a True Dragon.

But someone was already at the river's mouth.

A lone figure sat cross-legged, waiting.

The man was drenched in blood. Around him, the corpses of countless water demons bobbed on the water's surface, choking the mouth of the river.

These water demons had all come from the Desolate Sea.

Ying Yuan froze at the sight before quickly rushing forward.

"Big Brother!"

Gripping a Dragon-Patterned Ritual Sword, the blood-soaked Ying Tianze glanced over his shoulder.

He gave a warm smile and wiped the blood from his blade. "You're here?"

"Big Brother, why are you here?" Ying Yuan asked. "What happened to you...?"

Following his brother's gaze, Ying Yuan felt a sudden jolt in his chest.

The sea was completely littered with the corpses of Great Demons!

At a single glance, he counted nearly ten slain Great Demons!

Ying Tianze explained, "Years ago, when Demon Lord Mo rode the waters, transformed into a True Dragon, and later entered the Desolate Sea, he became the Northern Cang Demon Lord, solely guarding the Northern Territory. The vile beasts of the Desolate Sea fear the rise of a second Demon Lord Mo. That is why they gathered here early, hoping to cut off our little sister's path. Back then, Demon Lord Mo also had to slaughter his way through to finally complete his Dragon Transformation."

The white flood dragon approached, raising her head adorned with newly sprouted horns. "Thank you, Big Brother."

Ying Tianze looked up at the sky. "The hour has come. Go quickly, little sister. Big Brother will guard your path!"

"Mhm!"

The white flood dragon plunged into the sea.

Aquatic qi destiny surged, whipping up violent waves across the ocean's surface.

A mighty dragon roar split the air.

Ying Tianze stood at the vanguard, his dragon sword in hand. His expression was fiercely resolute—whoever dared to block the path would be cut down without hesitation!

Ying Yuan stared blankly at his brother's back.

A sense of surreal disbelief washed over him.

Big Brother had never possessed such a surging killing intent before.

Just what exactly had he been through these past few years?

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