Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Han Yu naturally knew the drawbacks, so his eyes flickered as he looked over at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist immediately felt a sense of ill intent plotting against him.

"What do you want?"

Han Yu showed no trace of politeness, directly grinning as he spoke.

"I remember you could handle many moves against Meng Yun."

Ha ha!

The old Daoist sneered inwardly, thinking Han Yu was putting it mildly—it should be said he survived many moves from Meng Yun without being killed.

"Don’t even think about it!"

He naturally knew Han Yu’s intention and immediately refused without thinking.

He wanted to let him distract Meng Yun and then emerge from underground to sabotage the formation eye.

The idea was great.

But the old Daoist felt he hadn’t lived enough yet.

The last time he faced Meng Yun, he was completely dominated, as Meng Yun’s sea of blood was fully formed and unbeatable when combined.

If Han Yu hadn’t intervened at that time, he probably would have been a goner.

To have him face Meng Yun again? He wasn’t that reckless.

"Actually, whether Su Xiaoxiao can bring people over or not, Meng Yun is an unavoidable hurdle."

Even though Han Yu wasn’t as monstrous as Quan Xiaotong, he was no fool. Meng Yun was just an unavoidable obstacle.

Even if Su Xiaoxiao came with a big group, with Meng Yun present, someone would still need to contain this formidable opponent.

"Unless you can send another person."

Han Yu looked at the old Daoist.

If no one else was available, the old Daoist would go.

Although this was a matter of the Central Continent, the Celestial Dao Sect would certainly be even more unwilling to let Yama Hall succeed, wouldn’t they?

The old Daoist’s face was ugly because Han Yu was right. As long as no one from the Endless Sea Domain came, he was the only choice to hold the opponent at bay.

Otherwise, he’d have to go to Xiaodongtian.

To sabotage Yama Hall’s formation eye is something the Celestial Dao Sect would definitely jump at, and they’d naturally send people over.

Perhaps with an even grander scale.

Then there would be no need for the Central Continent people to get involved—they could handle it themselves.

The old Daoist thought this was a great idea and considered going back to find Mu Zili.

Quan Xiaotong agreed it was excellent; this was indeed the best solution for the Central Continent.

Of course, that was before the Communication Bird flew into New City.

When a cultivator hurriedly ran in with the letter, Quan Xiaotong’s expression changed as he slowly unfolded it.

After just a few glances, his face turned ugly again.

"They still won’t give us time."

While everyone was puzzled, Quan Xiaotong directly handed the letter over.

After several people took a look, they all fell silent.

Before it was the old Daoist’s turn, he couldn’t help but ask.

"Has something happened again?"

Indeed it had, as a large number of Yama Hall cultivators appeared at the junction of the Eastern and Western Territories.

It was too fast; just after they guessed the intentions on the Southern Border, Yama Hall was ready to act here.

Offering no time to react.

Quan Xiaotong’s small sense of elation from finding the formation eye location vanished in an instant.

Ultimately, they were still slower than the opponent—Yama Hall had always been ahead of everyone.

Two choices lay before them.

Block, or don’t block.

If they block, Yama Hall has already struck, and it probably wouldn’t take much time to activate the formation eye.

If they don’t block, the unknown effects of the formation eye could yield unpredictable situations, often more frightening due to the unknown.

So there wasn’t much time left for either the Central Continent or the Celestial Dao Sect.

"You might not even have time to report back to your Celestial Dao Sect."

Quan Xiaotong shook his head and sighed helplessly.

By the time they reported back and forth, Yama Hall would have completed its actions.

...

Indeed, time was running out!

So, Meng Yun wore a faint smile on his face.

On the Southern Border, Su Xiaoxiao was still foolishly chasing after Qiao Po and the others.

Everything on this side could pretty much get started.

By the time the Celestial Dao Sect turned around and realized it, everything would already be over.

At the junction of the Eastern and Western Territories was a grand canyon over a hundred feet wide, winding like a long scar.

This canyon cut across the two territories; to the east was a vibrant life-filled area, while to the west, it earned the Western Territory its desolate name.

A canyon seemingly dividing two worlds.

At this moment, both sides of the canyon were already occupied by an astonishing number of cultivators, including cultivators Walking the Dao stationed at strategic points in the canyon.

As for Meng Yun, he had already arrived at the bottom of the canyon, equally about a hundred feet deep, its bottom dark and serene—a prohibited zone for many living creatures.

A special altar stood, surrounded by countless stone pillars.

Why special?

Because this altar had the unprecedented appearance of offerings!

It was known that all the altars of Yama Hall in the Central Continent had nothing but a cauldron—or lacked even that.

This was the only place with offerings placed.

And the offerings were exceptionally peculiar.

It appeared more like a millstone, with the upper and lower circles tightly fitted together, leaving just a seam.

The top had a circular hole.

As millstone-like as could be.

What was more important was that both Meng Yun and the cultivators busy below held an immense respect for the millstone.

The tasks in the hands of the busy cultivators further materialized the image of the millstone.

These Initial Realm cultivators approached one by one with bags, pouring out fist-sized red stones into the hole continuously.

With their actions, the millstone began to rotate slowly.

Harsh sounds echoed constantly, followed by a dispersion of white powder, while the red energy gradually condensed within the millstone, starting to emit a faint red glow.

"Hurry up."

Meng Yun urged in a low voice before quietly stepping off the altar. Once everything was ready, he just needed to ensure this place was undisturbed!

...

"Faster!"

At this moment, Han Yu was also urging, and the old Daoist behind him rolled his eyes repeatedly.

"It’s I who’s going to die, how fast can I be?"

Damn it, this old man actually got persuaded by a young brat!

The old Daoist felt a wave of depression.

Of course, it wasn’t true persuasion; Han Yu just offered the most expedient way, also the best way for now.

The formation eye can’t be allowed to be activated by Yama Hall, that’s a consensus between the Central Continent and the Celestial Dao Sect, so with such a present solution, the old Daoist found it hard not to accept.

"Are your Central Continent people reliable?"

The old Daoist asked uneasily.

"Of course. Sect Leader Xia Wuyou will first find your little disciple and then bring people to inform your capable second disciple."

Han Yu replied irritably.

This was also the old Daoist’s assurance. He and Han Yu would depart first, with the Central Continent responsible for contacting Su Xiaoxiao to have her come to support and for sending someone to inform Mu Zili.

As long as he could hold on, his old life would practically be safe.

If they could also destroy the formation eye, that would be even better.

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