Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Shortly after, news of Wen Qingye being pursued across ten thousand miles by Lim Tian spread again. But the most unbelievable part was that Wen Qingye had actually fled into the Ten Thousand Miles Sky.

For a time, the Ten Thousand Miles Sky became the center of everyone’s attention.

In the center of the Celestial Profound Mountain Domain’s Seven Peaks, within the main hall of the Main Peak.

An old man sat in the seat of honor. His eyes were tightly shut, his face a web of wrinkles, as if he had weathered the vicissitudes of life. The others sat below him, seven people in total—the Peak Masters of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Seven Peaks.

Just then, a middle-aged man with red hair looked at the people below him and said, "Speak your minds. What should be done about this matter?"

This man was none other than Tangg Jin’s father, Tangg Guanzhong, the Peak Master of Chaotian Peak.

Situ Yun, the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, glanced at the others around her, looking as if she wanted to speak but then hesitating. Although everyone here was a master of one of the Seven Peaks, her cultivation was the lowest. She also knew exactly how she’d come to occupy the position of Purple Bamboo Peak’s Peak Master. It was called a promotion, but in reality, it was no different from filling a vacant spot.

A man shot to his feet, shouting, "We save him! Wen Qingye has bolstered the prestige of our Celestial Profound Sect this time. If we don’t save him, what will others think of us?"

Zhang Zhilin, the Life Peak Master, slowly rose and looked at the person in the seat of honor. "Ahem, Sect Leader, I see no point in discussing this. I believe I should depart for the Ten Thousand Miles Sky right now."

Qii Yue of Cloud Conceal Peak frowned. "If we save him, our relationship with the Taiyi Pavilion will undoubtedly once again..."

Yum Tianyang, the Peak Master of Forget-Life Peak, stood up and sneered, "Brother Qii, are you telling a joke? If we don’t save Wen Qingye, will our relationship with Taiyi Pavilion improve? Will they stop ostracizing us? Besides, if we just sit by and do nothing, what will others think of us?"

An old man slowly got to his feet. His expression was stern as he scanned the crowd. "There is no room for debate on this matter. Why must we even discuss it? I just want to ask, what if Brother Qii were the one trapped in peril? Or anyone else present here? What would we do then? Would we still be here slowly deliberating?"

If Wen Qingye had been present, he would have recognized this elder. He looked identical to Chuu Guang, as if they were the very same person.

Hearing everyone’s words, Qii Yue fell silent and slowly sat back down.

At that moment, the man seated high in the seat of honor opened his eyes. He was perfectly calm as he looked at the assembly and said nonchalantly, "I am here mainly to inform you of something. Half a month ago, I already had Martial Uncle Meng of Life Peak head to the Ten Thousand Miles Sky."

Without waiting for a reaction, the man slowly stood up and walked toward the back of the hall. He walked with a limp, his right leg lame.

"Martial Uncle Meng? Could it be Qian Jue Hand, Meng Yiyu?" A look of utter shock appeared in Situ Yun’s eyes. ’My god! He’s... he’s still alive?’

Zhang Zhilin, the Life Peak Master, was also taken aback. He was only responsible for Life Peak’s external affairs. He didn’t even know if some of its experts were still alive, let alone have the authority to command them.

...

「Ten Thousand Miles Sky.」

Wen Qingye stood on the Ice Python’s head, his hands clasped behind his back. A fierce wind blew past him, whipping through the corners of his robes and sweeping his hair back.

Over the past half-month, his injuries had healed by fifty percent, and he had successfully opened fifty-four meridians within his body.

Wen Qingye looked ahead and smiled. "In a few more double-hours, we should reach the end of the Ten Thousand Miles Sky."

The Ice Python flicked its tongue. "I know. I hope we don’t run into that Lim Tian again."

For some reason, Wen Qingye’s heart began to pound wildly, as if some danger lay ahead.

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed. He stared ahead and muttered to himself, "Do I really have to go through the Purple Nether Swamp?"

The Ice Python flew swiftly onward, the scenery on both sides whistling past. Before long, Wen Qingye seemed to see a bright expanse ahead, like the opening of a giant pouch.

’Almost there!’ Wen Qingye’s heart tightened.

"ROAR!"

The Ice Python let out a roar and accelerated, hurtling forward and covering dozens of yards in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the man and the python reached the exit of the Ten Thousand Miles Sky.

’It seems Lim Tian isn’t here. I don’t sense his aura, but there are many other presences around,’ the Ice Python thought, overjoyed.

Wen Qingye shook his head. "No, we still need to be careful."

He calmly considered the situation. Besides the experts who had gathered to watch the spectacle, there were surely Sects on good terms with the Taiyi Pavilion. Wen Qingye had no idea if they would try to kill him.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked out from up ahead. His eyes held a bloodthirsty light as he looked at Wen Qingye and the Ice Python charging toward him.

"Hold it!"

The Ice Python’s body came to an abrupt halt. It then coiled before lunging forward again, its huge eyes fixed on the person who had suddenly appeared.

"Wen Qingye, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time! Hahahaha!" the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared laughed heartily.

Wen Qingye’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the man before him. "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze turned sharp and cold. "Zhao Qian of the Scattered Flower Valley!"

Scattered Flower Valley was another Sect, one located near the Ten Thousand Miles Sky. With Zhao Qian appearing here, his intentions were obvious. It must have been on the Taiyi Pavilion’s orders. At this thought, Wen Qingye’s eyes also grew cold.

"A Destruction Realm Eighth Layer Heaven cultivation, and you think you can kill me?" Wen Qingye sneered at Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian seemed completely unconcerned. He stood his ground, unmoving, his eyes fixed on the Ice Python beneath Wen Qingye’s feet, a hint of battle lust in his gaze.

How could Wen Qingye not see through Zhao Qian’s plan? He said to the Ice Python, "Go! He’s trying to stall for time. We need to finish him quickly."

Hearing Wen Qingye’s command, the Ice Python no longer hesitated. Its body shot forward in a high-speed charge at Zhao Qian. It opened its massive head, revealing a gaping, bloody maw. Its four fangs glinted dazzlingly in the air, a heart-stopping sight.

PSHH!

A colossal blast of icy breath rushed toward Zhao Qian, seeming powerful enough to freeze the entire mountain wall.

Seeing the immense blast of ice, Zhao Qian felt a chill in his heart. He took a slight step back and gathered his Fist Force. Searing flames erupted from his fist with domineering might.

"Mad Flame Unrivaled!"

The violent flames collided with the icy breath. Instantly, the entire fire began to glow with an icy blue light. The frigid breath had actually frozen the flames solid.

Zhao Qian suddenly felt an abnormal coldness envelop his body. The sensation traveling up his arm was bone-chilling. He felt a blast of icy wind rush toward him, and even his breath turned to white mist.

’Not good!’ Panic surged through Zhao Qian, but it was too late.

The Ice Python’s enormous head was already upon him. Its maw opened wide and swallowed Zhao Qian in a single gulp. Zhao Qian didn’t even have time to scream before he perished in the Ice Python’s belly.

Instantly, gasps of shock echoed from all around the exit.

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