Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Clearly it was the old man’s own words, yet he felt like the sky was falling on him.

The cost was already so high, and the kid still managed to blow it up wrong.

Doesn’t that mean all his suffering was for nothing?

Blow it up wrong?

Han Yu’s first reaction was that it was impossible, such an obvious target was there, continuously absorbing energy.

What else could it be but the array core?

The old man looked at him with a headache, his face full of unspeakable expressions.

"Does he have no common knowledge of cultivators at all?"

This was directed at Xia Wuyou.

Xia Wuyou’s expression was odd, as if this had once been rumored within the Nine Sects.

Spoken by those disciples who were close to Han Yu, like Ou Mingdong, You Li...

It seemed Ling Wuce had also mentioned it.

The old man, seeing the odd expressions, already knew the answer, feeling like the grievances in his heart were about to overflow.

"The array core is the most central part that stabilizes a large formation. You should know that if the core were that thing, the formation would have already collapsed."

You can’t blame the old man for being furious, it was truly infuriating. He had been beaten to this state by Meng Yun, and yet the kid blew up nothing.

Han Yu was a bit dumbfounded and quickly searched for the Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness.

"Is what he said true?"

The Artifact Spirit was also a bit at a loss, hesitatingly nodding, "I think he has a point."

Damn it!

It turns out this damn thing didn’t understand either, they both just blew up whatever looked big.

But that also didn’t seem right.

Soon Han Yu realized that, given the commotion just now, whether or not they blew up the wrong thing, everything had been blown up to smithereens!

The old man still felt uneasy, feeling unreliable without seeing it with his own eyes.

"Why don’t we go take a look?"

Take a look?

Han Yu couldn’t help but size up the old man’s condition, almost a cripple.

Over there, wasn’t it where cultivators from both sides were bashing each other’s brains out?

If they went like that, he wouldn’t have much of a problem, being tough and strong.

The old man was more damaged than him, don’t let him really die at the hands of a Walking the Dao cultivator.

"Isn’t there still you?"

The old man was clearly counting on Han Yu for protection. After all, even without Divine Techniques, the kid’s physical power was equally overwhelming; as long as he wasn’t ganged up on, safety shouldn’t be a problem.

"What if we get ganged up on?"

Han Yu shook his head like a rattle drum. They had already blown up the altar; he wasn’t as doubtful as the old man, insisting on looking back at the explosion.

"Impossible, today is my lucky day."

The old man, full of confidence, although this demeanor just made Han Yu’s teeth ache.

Saying it’s a lucky day; they almost bit the dust just moments ago.

"Look at yourself, then look at me?"

Do they even look like they’re having a lucky day?

Yet the old man confidently said, "Just say whether or not we’re still alive!"

Han Yu was at a loss for words, it seemed to make a bit of sense.

To survive like this, perhaps the abilities obtained from pills really worked for the old man.

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

The old man skillfully climbed onto Han Yu’s back, urging him like riding a mount.

Elsewhere, Meng Yun was escaping for his life, driving the Blood Sea, floating rapidly across the sky of the Western Territory like a red cloud.

On the other hand, Mu Zili was walking leisurely, stepping in the air, without using the Celestial Chasm or Body Technique, yet moving at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this sight, Meng Yun was frightened out of his wits, it appeared Mu Zili had held back before, definitely held back.

What exactly was he trying to do?

"I’ll count to three breaths, if you can’t widen the distance, die!"

Mu Zili suddenly spoke, his voice not particularly loud yet it spread for miles.

At the same time, a ray of light shot straight towards the Blood Sea.

Thud!

One hit struck Meng Yun’s left foot, blood oozing continuously from the wound, and not just bleeding, the wound gradually shriveled and darkened, until finally, half of the left foot was completely withered and shriveled.

He wasn’t joking!

He truly had the power to kill him.

Meng Yun was terrified, grinding his teeth, resorting to the blood sacrifice technique, using blood to boost evil power.

The Blood Sea surged violently, indeed creating a longer distance, and the gap continued to widen.

Meng Yun felt a bit of relief because of this.

If he had known the opponent was this strong, he would have used this move without hesitation at the start, not to the point of losing a leg before using it.

But his joy was short-lived, as Mu Zili caught up again.

No, it wasn’t catching up, it was that he walked up leisurely again.

Seeing this sight made Meng Yun’s scalp go numb, his body brimming with intense evil energy, and his face turning eerily pale.

"Within ten breaths, if you can’t widen the distance, die!"

Mu Zili spoke again, while another ray of light struck.

Thud!

This time it was Meng Yun’s right foot, and, needless to say, that foot was naturally ruined too.

Is he tormenting me?

Meng Yun’s face was chilled, cold sweat pouring down his body.

It wasn’t so much torment as it was full of revenge.

Mu Zili obviously wanted to get back something for his master.

This made Meng Yun’s situation all the more miserable. He wished he could go even faster to avoid further torment.

Alternatively, should he just stop and accept death?

Impossible, he wasn’t done living yet.

While Meng Yun was suffering, Su Xiaoxiao was having a blast.

He led a group of Celestial Dao Sect cultivators chasing all the way to the gorge, engaging directly with the Yama Hall cultivators.

The battle raged on, turning the skies dark.

Not to mention the continuous battles across the gorge, as if heaven and earth were being upturned.

The original chasm was no longer a chasm, a huge explosion had lifted the valley floor, creating a five-mile-radiating hole.

Such power was far scarier than blowing up the formation base.

Up above, people fought passionately, while a lonely millstone lay below in a clearing, weak red light flickering.

But no one cared, or rather, had the time to care.

The Yama Hall cultivators were too busy fighting for their lives against the Celestial Dao Sect cultivators.

The Celestial Dao Sect cultivators were too busy taking the lives of the Yama Hall cultivators.

So when Han Yu brought the old man and Xia Wuyou over, the ground was silent.

That was for the best; they were all fighting up there.

Han Yu glanced up at the sky. When cultivators brawl, it’s truly catastrophic.

Leaving aside the sheer power, the spectacle alone was intimidating.

The old man was different, his aged eyes scanning the ground back and forth.

"Where’s the altar you mentioned?"

Han Yu retracted his gaze, looked around, his mouth twitching slightly.

The altar was gone, with things like this, the altar had long disappeared.

He could only roughly indicate an area based on memory, more or less accurate.

"It should be around here."

The old man focused intensely, carefully sensing the surrounding aura.

Previously, before it was activated, he couldn’t help, but since the altar was used, there should be residual power.

But after searching for ages, he found nothing.

"Could it have all been blown away?"

Han Yu pondered, recalling that terrifying explosion, and said with lingering fear.

The old man shook his head, saying that wasn’t possible. No matter how big the explosion, the essence of power came from heaven and earth; it couldn’t be erased entirely.

Unless it was deliberately erased by someone, otherwise it would leave traces between heaven and earth.

Just like where Meng Yun fought not long ago, it still had lingering auras of both him and the old man.

While such auras cannot be used for tracing and will soon dissipate, in the short term, they can be used to determine who used what power there.

This is their unique Divine Dao Realm perception.

After the old man’s explanation, Han Yu felt terrible all over.

Could it be that he really blew it up wrong?

Clearly...

As he wavered, he suddenly saw the millstone.

This thing hadn’t been destroyed?

Such a large explosion could not destroy it and left it intact?

Han Yu immediately ran up, pointed at the millstone and spoke.

"This is what I blew up!"

The old man just glanced at it, and his face grew complicated.

"You really blew it up wrong."

He had initially suspected, but now the old man was certain.

Simply because he recognized what this was.

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