Chapter 934: Instant Kill

In less than two days, Chen Mo and Zuoqiu Yiren reached the Cangyuan Domain.

“You brat, do you really not know how to feel sorry for me? I can’t go on, need a break to recover my True Qi,” Zuoqiu Yiren glared at Chen Mo with resentment.

For the past two days, she had been opening spatial channels continuously, not taking a moment’s rest.

Even though she was a Unity Realm expert, such cross-domain spatial teleportation was extremely taxing on energy and True Qi.

After nearly two days, Zuoqiu Yiren’s True Qi was almost depleted.

Zuoqiu Yiren took out a bottle containing a True Qi restoring elixir from her space ornaments, opened it, took out a pill, put it in her mouth, and began meditating to recover.

Chen Mo was anxious because, according to the simulation, Yuxi would be captured by the Demon Sect today, so he rushed Sister Yiren to speed up.

Looking at Zuoqiu Yiren meditating to recover, Chen Mo said, “Sister Yiren, I don’t want to either, but being here in Cangyuan Domain, my premonition is getting stronger, and I’m feeling quite uneasy.”

Upon hearing this, Zuoqiu Yiren frowned slightly, with a hint of jealousy in her tone, “You care for your woman but not for your sister.”

“Not true, this is a special situation, and how could you not feel that I care for Sister Yiren?” Chen Mo looked into Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s face reddened from Chen Mo’s gaze; embarrassed, she snapped at him, “What are you looking at?”

As she spoke, she accelerated her recovery.

Half an hour later.

“Let’s go,” Zuoqiu Yiren said.

“Sister Yiren, have you recovered?” Chen Mo asked.

“No, only recovered about forty percent, but seeing you so anxious, I’ll take you to the Ancient Battlefield first for peace of mind,” Zuoqiu Yiren murmured.

“Thank you, Sister Yiren.”

…

When they were about to reach the Ancient Battlefield, Chen Mo’s Direct Disciple Token and Zuoqiu Yiren’s Elder Token started to hum.

Chen Mo took out his Direct Disciple Token, finding it glowing red. He glanced at Zuoqiu Yiren and found her Elder Token doing the same.

The two exchanged a look and simultaneously said, “Sect’s distress signal.”

If the token flashes purple light, it indicates that a Shenxiao Sect disciple nearby is in danger and is sending out a distress signal.

“This is bad, it’s the Ancient Battlefield,” Zuoqiu Yiren changed her expression as she looked in the direction of the signal.

But in the next moment, the purple light on the token disappeared.

“Sister Yiren, what’s happening?” Chen Mo was startled.

“The message has been shielded; something must have happened at the Ancient Battlefield, hurry,” Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression changed drastically. After the distress signal stops, the purple light usually lasts for at least fifteen minutes on the token of those who received the distress signal. But now it vanished in just a blink; this only happens when it’s shielded.

Fifteen minutes later, the two gently descended on a towering peak, looking out at the land—a vast plain of chaotic rocks filled with countless black cracks, like the sinister mouths of demons emerging from the earth, stretching far into the distance. The eerie darkness sent chills down their spines.

However, Zuoqiu Yiren faintly felt a trace of evil energy, startlingly exclaimed, “This is the Demon Sect’s aura. Not good, the Ancient Battlefield has been sealed. Little Mo, quickly call for help from Sect Leader Li Xianyuan, or we’ll be useless in the battlefield without the Copper Mirror.”

“Okay.” Chen Mo took out a Copper Mirror featuring the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram. He injected a strand of his True Qi into the mirror, and immediately, the mirror’s surface sparkled lightly. A black and white beam shot out from the mirror, striking a spot in the void.

Instantly, a massive Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram appeared, distorting the space.

“The spatial channel is opening, Sect Leader Li Xianyuan will soon arrive…”

…

Meanwhile.

Within the Ancient Battlefield, in a massive ravine filled with poisonous mist, a mountain of decayed weapons and bones lay everywhere. Around the mountain, five blood-red figures stood scattered, one hovering mid-air over the ravine. On the ground below lay a bleeding figure and a scroll:

“Still want to call for help? The space is sealed by me; how can you plead now? Qing Ye, I know you’re stubborn. You won’t accept joining my Holy Sect, so I can only extract your soul and take you back to the Holy Sect, refining you into a puppet…”

He instructed the other four, “Go capture those Direct Disciples; leave him to me.”

A seriously injured Void Realm perfection cultivator, even if he caused a commotion, could never match a Unity Realm expert.

“Understood.”

The four responded and were about to leave when the sealed space above suddenly shattered, and a cold voice came from outside the seal.

“So it’s the Demon Sect rats; instead of hiding in the Land of the Far North, you dared come to Cangyuan Domain seeking death.”

Upon hearing this, their expressions changed. They looked up to see a figure in Daoist Robe, stepping on the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram, appearing above, accompanied by a man and a woman.

Among the five, one was Fan Xie, Inner Sect Elder of the Holy Sect. The remaining four were Outer Sect Elders of the Holy Sect, Void Realm late-stage experts. As elders of the Holy Sect, they were very familiar with the Daoist Alliance’s thirty-six sect leaders, their arch-enemies.

Fan Xie’s eyes widened in shock, “Li… Xianyuan, how can you be here?”

Despite speaking, his hands quickly took out a token for seeking help from the Holy Sect; Li Xianyuan merely pointed at Fan Xie from afar, “Destruction…”

As the word sounded, beneath Fan Xie’s feet appeared a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram, which spun, trapping him directly.

A mighty Unity Realm expert was easily captured by Li Xianyuan’s single gesture.

The other four tried to escape but were all exterminated by Li Xianyuan.

In front of a Mahayana Realm cultivator, the Void Realm was mere ants.

Li Xianyuan never hesitated when dealing with the Demon Sect’s evil cultivators; as for keeping Fan Xie alive, it was to perform a soul search.

A Unity Realm expert from the Demon Sect must possess valuable information about the sect.

After searching the soul, Li Xianyuan frowned and said, “Shenxiao Sect Direct Disciple Long Xiaoyao is a Demon Sect mole, and the information about the Ancient Battlefield was provided by Long Xiaoyao to the Demon Sect…”

“What?”

Chen Mo’s expression changed, “This is bad, Yuxi is in danger.”