Chapter 686: Pagoda Strategy, Tribulation Dilemma

“Here we are.”

The treasure ship had been flying in the sky for over ten days before reaching this desolate area filled with depleted Spiritual Qi, making everyone on board feel uncomfortable.

Especially Fatty Huang Zongwu, who kept cursing, “I really can’t figure out what’s so special about this godforsaken section of the Star Luo Sea Domain that Master Miaomiao buried treasure here. Did they truly predict that one year, on a specific day, I would come wandering here?”

The treasure mirror in Huang Zongwu’s hand had no other special features than one: Seeking Qi.

Fatty was indeed quite creative.

After spending a colossal amount of money, he didn’t use this mirror to observe Qi and find people but instead used it to hunt treasure.

He always thought that since his sister had such good fortune, and he and his sister were siblings, his luck shouldn’t be that bad either—perhaps his grand fortune hadn’t arrived yet, and the benefits were on their way.

As a result, this time he followed his sister, Huang Yue’er, but wasn’t patient enough to stay in one place. Instead, he wandered wherever it seemed remote and deserted.

Moreover, he etched some rumored powerful treasure patterns on the mirror surface, using shapes to sense Qi, and Qi to seek immortals.

This treasure mirror was called ‘One Qi Immortal Seeking Mirror.’

He had not expected, back when it was auctioned, the old man boasting about finding the Qi Mechanism of formidable treasures, was actually telling the truth.

Such a mystical affair, not many genuinely believed it at the time. However, Huang Zongwu thought, if others couldn’t, it didn’t mean he couldn’t. He believed it.

When he genuinely discovered the Qi Mechanism of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, let alone Chief Constable Wang Yulin, even the two little maids beside him were dumbfounded.

They thought perhaps foolish people truly have divine blessings, that simple-minded, straightforward individuals might really get lucky?

The treasure ship came to a stop.

Fatty Huang was about to disembark carelessly when Chief Constable Wang Yulin’s eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted, “Who’s there, sneaky and shadowy…”

While standing still, he was like a diligent and cautious bodyguard Chief Constable in the Mortal world. But with a furrow of his brow, a murderous aura surged forth, sweeping over several hundred miles, crashing down furiously.

A mysterious blood mist suddenly materialized above the nondescript blue-black planet before them, revealing a figure—a short, sharp-nosed, bloodthirsty Star Luo Wanderer—caught by the torrent of energy.

“Master, you misunderstand. I was merely passing by, certainly not spying…”

Star Luo Wanderer hadn’t finished speaking when his eyes caught the gleam of a blade.

Initially, the blade light was still hundreds of miles away but in the blink of an eye, it had slashed just ten yards before him.

The blade light grew larger and stronger, slicing through the entire void, with the residual brilliance causing the law web around the distant planet to quiver continuously, revealing the scenery within.

“Wretched thief.”

Star Luo Wanderer’s eyes turned fierce, and with a slight sway, he revealed his true form—the Cyan Luo Vine.

In the void where he once stood, a giant blood-red vine hundreds of feet long appeared, wildly thrashing about.

Swoosh…

It stirred up monstrous waves of blood towards the blade light.

Both were in the Dao Alchemy Realm; who was afraid of whom?

Did he not believe in this misfortune?

With such vast distance, could it really be so powerful despite its menacing appearance?

The giant vine had just emerged, barely halfway through its strike when the silver blade light suddenly intensified.

Silently and effortlessly, the blood-red giant vine was slashed into two, just like water rippling without any resistance.

Star Luo Wanderer howled in pain, barely managing to escape by releasing a Primordial Pill veined in blood colors and streaked away with a swoosh, feeling his consciousness hazy as his Divine Soul was buffeted by a murderous intent.

It was only after escaping thousands of miles that he halted, finding no more Sword Qi pursuing him and began to howl with a heart-wrenching wail.

The sound was so pitiful that listeners felt heartache and those who heard it shed tears.

“My physical body is gone, my original form shattered to dust, my two hundred years of hard cultivation wasted just like that. Cursed! I will be back.”

A vine sprouted from the Primordial Pill, wept for a good while. Ultimately he didn’t dare glance back to see who had struck down his true form.

Glancing around for orientation, he flew back towards the direction of the Nine Demon Suppression Halls.

This loss was enormous, and despite a century’s effort, he wasn’t sure he could restore it.

His adversary was formidable and terrifyingly so, exuding an aura more fierce and tyrannical than even Li Xuanji, one of the elite among the Ten Great True Disciples of the Imperial Extreme Hall.

This was terrifying indeed.

Moreover, judging by their attire and manner, they didn’t seem like they belonged to the Star Luo Sea Domain.

Both were in the Dao Alchemy Realm, yet the other party’s gaze didn’t perceive him as a peer in the same realm. It bore no enmity or hatred, executing casually, akin to his previous disregard when he devoured a city’s populace.

‘An ant, in his eyes, I am an ant.’

Star Luo Wanderer clearly grasped the gaze of that middle-aged man in red robes with a turban.

And deep within, he had an uncanny sense of familiarity.

This demeanor, he seemed to have heard of somewhere before.

…

“Chief Constable Wang, why kill at will? Young master was prepared to find out what exactly this place is and why that man approached.”

Upon reaching the destination, Huang Zongwu felt slightly restless.

He didn’t notice Wang Yulin’s eyes briefly flashing with a glint.

“Indeed, if the mistress cannot locate our position, that would not be good.”

Bi Tao chimed in from the side.