I am grinding experience in another world - Chapter 804 - 792: Relocation
Miling Island, thirty miles away, below the Five Directions Cloud Platform, was shrouded in mist.
Wu Neng’er silently floated and hid within the mist.
His figure seemed both real and illusory, appearing like intermittent projections, as if existing in another void.
Watching the distant cloud platform dispersing, with various tents and houses falling continuously, he couldn’t help but show a satisfied smile.
A month ago, after arranging for his siblings, Wu Neng’er returned near Miling Island.
He had been quietly preparing, ready to strike hard when the Human Demons attacked.
“Without the protection of the cloud cluster, the Human Demons will surely be corroded by the Mistaken Confusion Qi.”
“Mistaken Confusion Qi is a gift from the Holy Venerable, a great supplement to us, but deadly poison to these outsiders.”
“Once contaminated, they’ll either die or shed a layer of skin!” He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
After a couple of laughs, he began to cough heavily, with blue blood droplets seeping from the pores on his cheeks.
“The Human Demons are indeed fierce,” a worry flashed across his eyes.
The Five Directions Flag was controlled by the Daoist Monarch; he used his life-bound Sun Concealment Divine Power to pull the Five Directions Flag into the Mistaken Dream Realm, equivalent to seizing a magic treasure from the Daoist Monarch’s hands,
Even though the opponent was held up by Grandma on Miling Island, consuming most of his energy, he still suffered significant injuries.
Glaring hatefully at the distant cloud platform, Wu Neng’er looked toward Miling Island with a sorrowful expression.
He could sense the lingering obscure aura on Miling Island, which was Grandma’s life-bound Mirage Realm Skill. Once activated, it would drag both enemies and allies into the Mirage Realm. Unless one side perishes, no one can exit.
This divine power was formidable, but was also a life-risking technique. And with the invading Human Demons being so powerful, Grandma…
“I only regret my skills are insufficient; I can only ambush these small fry left at the outskirts!” Wu Neng’er clenched his fists tightly.
He gritted his teeth and activated his divine power again, with blood beads quickly seeping from his skin pores, staining his green clothes with blue blood.
His illusory figure became even more blurred, as if falling into a deeper void.
As he exerted his power, the Five Directions Cloud Platform began to disperse even faster.
The stone platform foundation of a grand palace revealed itself from beneath the Five Directions Cloud Platform. Some people even fell from the platform, plummeting toward the Endless Sea below.
“Without the protection of that great flag, even if you capture Miling Island, you will eventually be corroded and die by the Mistaken Confusion Qi!”
Wu Neng’er snorted coldly and vanished completely into the void.
…
Just as Wu Neng’er disappeared,
a thin line of red light plunged into the cloud cluster.
In a flash of light, a palm-sized, feather-like crimson Flying Sword appeared.
Seemingly searching for something, the Flying Sword darted left and right.
In a flash of golden light, Chen Mu appeared.
“Escaped?!”
“Damn it!”
He cursed silently, looking grim.
Ever since the Five Directions Flag shattered and disappeared, he had been using the Truth Listening Divine Power to search for the enemy.
But the opponent hid too deeply, and he only sensed a faint anomaly moments ago.
Yet, by the time he broke through to arrive, the opponent had already vanished.
Chen Mu looked up at the cloud platform and then at the distant mist-covered flying island, taking a deep breath.
“We must act quickly.”
He turned back to the sky above the cloud platform and activated the Five Ghosts Mountain-moving Technique.
Boom!
A vast black cloud, covering the sky, materialized with a roar.
A hundred thousand Silver Souls were released all at once.
His spirit sunk into the secret acupoint at his brow, the Yin Spirit Divine Fetus, while his second heart beat powerfully. Nine secret acupoints vibrated simultaneously, as his Heavenly Demon Body fully mobilized the Yin Spirit Divine Power.
Carry Mountains!
A hundred thousand Yin Spirits trembled in unison, quickly consolidating from scattered black mist into a dense black cloud curtain.
The curtain’s edges curled, rapidly closing downward like a terrifying giant hand reaching for the Five Directions Cloud Platform.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
The air was violently stirred, winds raged, and eerie whistles echoed,
In just over a dozen breaths, the fragmented Five Directions Cloud Platform was completely enveloped by the black clouds.
With a flash of golden light, Chen Mu entered the black cloud cluster.
At this moment, the cloud platform of white mist had dissipated by seventy to eighty percent.
Fortunately, the Yin Soul Black Cloud compensated for the cloud platform’s absence, supporting everyone atop the platform.
Seeing the disoriented Daoist Soldiers from the Ren Character Camp and the Xuanyuan Hall leaning askew, Chen Mu felt slightly relieved.
The Xuanyuan Hall was not only Daoist Monarch Jiang’s abode; it was also a Magic Artifact and part of the Heavenly Treasure Record.
Within it were refined dense Forbidden Laws, capable of connecting with the Upper Sect of the Yellow Springs Sect.
It was precisely due to these Forbidden Laws that the various Elixir Pills, Talismans, and Seals in the Heavenly Treasure Record could be remotely transmitted.
“Moreover, with the vastness of Mistaken Heaven, if Daoist Monarch Jiang truly encountered a mishap.”
“Preserving the Xuanyuan Hall at least provides a means to contact the Yellow Springs Sect to determine our position and avoid getting lost.”
As Chen Mu pondered, instinctively preparing for the worst outcome.
Then he looked down below.
The five thousand Daoist Soldiers from the Ren Character Camp were now in chaos, many attacking madly in all directions.
The disappearance of the Five Directions Flag led to Demon Poison invasion, causing some already demon-poisoned Daoist Soldiers to erupt in Mistaken Syndrome.
Chen Mu split his spirit in two, with the Dao Foundation Jade Seed’s Mana vibrating.
A giant statue as tall as a four- or five-story building suddenly appeared mid-air, representing the fully formed Giant Spirit Divine.
Draped in scarlet armor, with dazzling golden threads, a scarlet whirlpool rotated on its face like a strange cyclopean eye, overlooking the people below.
Swinging its right hand, the Plague Immortal Technique and Jade Cicada Qi jointly activated, raining a dense shower of golden light points like gentle spring rain, falling upon the chaotic crowd below.
The Daoist Soldiers with blood-red eyes, only after a few breaths, regained some clarity and were then subdued by the surrounding Daoist Soldiers.
The Giant Spirit Divine flipped its left hand, activating the Soul Capturing and Essence Returning technique, dispersing a large red mist into the Ren Character Camp.
Those injured were healed, those unscathed were strengthened. The previously panicked Daoist Soldiers were revitalized, gradually regaining composure.
“All Daoist Soldiers, remain on standby and do not move at will.”
“Disobedience will be punished with death!” Chen Mu sternly reprimanded.
Rumble!
A pitch-black flood dragon, dozens of meters long, appeared mid-air, its scarlet eyes glaring at the Daoist Soldiers below. Bright blue lightning flickered around its body, occasionally thundering dully.
The previously noisy camp instantly turned silent as a grave. The chaos in the camp was restored to order in moments.
Seeing the disciplined Ren Character Camp Daoist Soldiers, Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Although most were merely Qi Cultivators of the second level Primordial Talisman Realm, five thousand Daoist Soldiers weren’t a small number,
If they were to rebel…
It would probably take some effort to subdue them.
Glancing at the Daoist Soldiers seated on the ground, obediently gathered before the Xuanyuan Hall, Chen Mu focused his spirit on the distant flying island nearby.
“Save people?”
As soon as the thought arose, Chen Mu shook his head.
Daoist Monarch Jiang was a High Cultivator of the True Form Realm, comparable to a Primordial Spirit Refiner. Even he was trapped on the flying island; going there would be suicidal.
“Not only can I not go, but I must also quickly distance myself.”
“A twenty-mile distance is too close; if caught in the crossfire, it could lead to full-scale annihilation.”
“So this isn’t running, it’s preserving active forces—it’s a strategic withdrawal!”
Chen Mu was full of certainty.
Leaving behind a Vermilion Feather Sword to patrol near the flying island, he immediately activated the Mountain-Carrying Scripture and the Yin Wind Escape, dragging the Xuanyuan Hall and the Ren Character Camp rapidly away.
He planned to stay far away, deciding his next move once the situation on the flying island played out.
If Daoist Monarch Jiang successfully extricated himself, he would return with reinforcements.
If Daoist Monarch Jiang perished, keeping a distance would make it easier to flee… no, to continue the strategic relocation.
