Here's the English translation (keeping established terms like Chaos, Western Extremes, Central Domain, cross-domain grand array, sub-array, formation plate, Undead Servitors):
The Undead Servitors ran into two groups of people who were locked in a fierce battle in the chaotic void—both sides were Chaos-realm, fighting as if to the death. One side were Western Extreme folk from the same race—their auras were similar, and their arts and artifacts were the same. The other side was different: their arts and artifacts were all over the place, but they shared one trait—they were all human. Humans, but not from the same unit, their techniques not of the Western Extremes, and they were fighting Westerners. With one glance Lin Moyu was eighty percent sure they were from the Central Domain. Checking their soul rhythms—agitated because of battle, but still distinct—confirmed it: they were Central Domain humans.
He didn't know why they were fighting Westerners, but that didn't matter. Finding them meant finding the cross-domain grand array.
Lin didn't have the Servitors attack immediately. The two sides were evenly matched for now, so there was no rush. He had the Servitors encircle them from all directions, forming a wide net so neither side could leave, while he himself set out at speed. The distance was far; it took him half a day of flight. Little Tree kept searching in parallel—multiple lines of effort; like Lin, he didn't like putting all his eggs in one basket.
On the way, Lin kept watching the battle. Suddenly a bright flame burst in the void, and its faint light spread incredibly far, covering hundreds of billions of li.
"A distress signal!" Lin felt half amused—these people actually sent a call for help. Such signals are common, often used in wars between the Extremes. Fronts in the Chaos can stretch extremely far—tens of trillions of li is normal—and a distress flare can cover hundreds of billions of li so comrades can rush over. But under normal circumstances, the odds of anyone being within that range are low; no one around means no help. To Lin, the signal seemed pointless.
Little Tree's clear voice chimed in: "Master, someone's coming!"
Lin blinked—he sensed it too, and not just a few; many were on the way. One moment he'd thought the signal useless, the next he was proven wrong. Via spatial fluctuations, Little Tree sensed it first; Lin then perceived a troop of several hundred cultivators rushing over. Their dress wasn't uniform, and their artifacts varied; aside from all being human, they shared nothing. Yet Lin noticed they were actually from the same power—likely the same sect. You can fake everything but not the soul: as they flew, their soul rhythms were almost identical. Their auras were also disguised to look like Western Extreme folk.
With a thought, Lin had the Servitors open a corridor to let them pass.
By now he was feeling something was off. The distress signal had barely gone up, and a force of hundreds arrived—too coincidental. Even if a group were coming, they couldn't have come this fast and this orderly unless it had been prearranged. That meant the "humans" fighting the Westerners ahead were bait. This was a trap set for Westerners—to slaughter them. As for the motive, that was simple: though there are humans in the Western Extremes, most beings there aren't human. In human eyes those Western creatures are "beasts"; every part of them is a valuable material, and they carry wealth besides. Hunt them and the haul is rich. But doing so risks triggering all-out war between West and Central, drowning countless lives in blood.
Lin recalled that the Central Domain's God-Alliance had issued an order forbidding such behavior. Otherwise, if Central people did this, folk from the other four Extremes would do it too—plunging the Four Extremes and Three Domains into endless war. The God-Alliance governs the Central Domain; most Centrals obey it. But there are always exceptions: driven by profit, some will take the risk and hunt the non-human beings of other Extremes. These people, Lin judged, were exactly that.
Another question followed: how had they gotten here? The cross-domain array is controlled by the God-Alliance; only its people can use it. Were these all Alliance members? If so, they were violating Alliance orders—interesting. If true, it would mean a problem inside the Alliance.
The hundreds of reinforcements slipped silently into the battle space, formed an encirclement, and struck in unison at the Westerners. There were only a bit over thirty Westerners; facing nearly ten times their number, they were helpless—falling one after another. Once dead, their corpses were quickly divided up. In less than half a day, everything was stripped clean. Then they took out several mirror-artifacts; under their light, the void "reset," time was wiped, and nothing of what had happened would be visible afterward. They were practiced—clear division of labor, fast and neat. Obviously a well-organized team.
"Looks like this isn't their first time," Lin said. "There's no way they've kept this from the Western powerhouses entirely—they just haven't been caught. Star-Authority Supreme hasn't intervened either, or they wouldn't still be alive. Even if they haven't been exposed, word will have spread, and hatred between West and Central will only deepen."
"Master, are you going to intervene?" Little Tree asked.
Lin shook his head. "Law of the jungle—survival of the fittest. As long as they don't provoke me, I won't meddle. And even if someone must, it isn't my place. This is Star-Authority Supreme's turf; if he doesn't act, I won't overstep."
In Lin's Dao-heart, life and death follow fate; much in the present is the fruit of prior causes. These hunters would pay a price sooner or later without his interference. As for the slain Westerners—fate, too; if you can't defy heaven, you accept it.
By the time they'd nearly finished cleaning up, Lin arrived. He didn't hide himself—he flew straight in, though he dismissed the blue flame and didn't keep posing as a Westerner. Hundreds of gazes snapped toward him; sharp looks fell on him. Seeing he was human, and only Chaos-realm Minor Attainment, they relaxed a bit. One cultivator at great attainment flew out to block him.
"Who are you?"
Lin clasped his fists politely. "I'm Lin, from the Central Domain's God-Alliance. Greetings."
He called himself "junior," but his tone carried none of the subservience—just basic courtesy.
"You're with the God-Alliance?" the man frowned.
Lin produced a token—an Alliance identity badge. The man did not drop his guard. "What do you want?"
His reaction struck Lin as odd. The Alliance has clear rules: when members meet in the Four Extremes, they are to help one another. Rules are dead letters, Lin knew, but even if they didn't help, they'd at least be polite for appearance's sake. This man was not only impolite but wary—clearly off.
"Did I guess wrong?" Lin thought. "Perhaps they aren't Alliance members and came by other means? But the Wilderness Scar is so dangerous—bringing this many is reckless unless they've some life-saving trump. Even with one, time would still be an issue."
Despite the man's strange stance, Lin still believed they were Alliance-linked: only through the cross-domain array could so many arrive safely. Their outfits and gear seemed varied, but soul-aura doesn't lie—they should be from the same power. Under the Alliance sit many forces and sects; they were likely one of them.
Seeing Lin unmoved, the man grew impatient; his soul began to stir. "What do you want?"
That tiny motion triggered a group response—hundreds glared at Lin with hostility. Lin finally spoke: "You're Alliance as well, aren't you?"
"Whether we are or not is none of your business," the man said quietly. "Get lost. For the sake of our shared humanity, I won't kill you."
Lin frowned but didn't leave. "The Alliance has rules—members who meet outside must aid each oth—"
"Enough yapping. Get lost!" he snapped, still not striking. There was some scruple holding him back. As he spoke he occasionally glanced at the badge in Lin's hand—subtle, but telling. He hadn't acted because of that badge. An Alliance identity token signifies more than identity; that was why he didn't attack. It also meant they were indeed connected to the Alliance.
Since he didn't move, Lin didn't either.
When Lin still didn't go, the man got more annoyed. "Still not leaving? Keep it up and I'll kill you."
"I came for one thing only," Lin said evenly. "If you aren't Alliance, then fetch someone who is. If you're discourteous, I won't be courteous either."
Sensing Lin's tone change, the man's soul-aura swelled—he looked close to striking. "What is it?!"
A low shout came from afar. A middle-aged man flew over, his aura steady. He too was great attainment, but much stronger—close to perfection; with the right domain, he could probably step into Perfection immediately.
As he approached, the badge in Lin's hand suddenly grew warm, a gentle current threading into his palm. The newcomer also produced a badge—clearly a member of the God-Alliance. Alliance badges in the Four Extremes auto-activate within a certain proximity and are bound to the soul—impossible to fake. So he was Alliance. The blocker quickly briefed him. When he finished, the newcomer bowed with fists:
"God-Alliance, Tang Feng."
"God-Alliance, Lin Moyu," Lin replied in kind.
Now Lin was sure: the one who'd blocked him earlier was not Alliance. His presence here must be tied to Tang Feng—but that wasn't Lin's concern. He'd found an Alliance member; next, he'd have him lead the way to the cross-domain array.
"Does Fellow Daoist Lin have business?" Tang Feng was courteous; he didn't look down on Lin's realm. In fact, anyone who could reach the Western Extremes at Minor Attainment earned a bit of extra respect.
"I got lost in the Wilderness Scar and strayed into the Western Extremes," Lin said. "I'm seeking the cross-domain grand array to return to the Central Domain. Since we've met, I'd like to ask Fellow Daoist Tang to escort me to it."
Tang Feng studied him. "Lost in the Scar" sounded dubious, and if Lin couldn't find the array, he probably didn't have a formation plate. Without one, even standing on the array, he couldn't pass through. Two red flags. Still, Tang didn't call him out.
"That's not difficult," he said, "but without a plate, how will you pass through?"
"I have my methods," Lin said. "I'd just ask Fellow Daoist Tang's guidance."
He didn't answer directly. Tang's brows knit. The badge proved Lin was Alliance, but the whole thing felt odd.
"This isn't hard," Tang said at last, "but I have many brothers here. I need to discuss it with them. Please wait a moment."
He turned back to the group, apparently to consult. Watching from afar, Lin pushed his soul-sense and caught snatches. Many spoke, but it was clear Tang led them—the decision was his. Of the several hundred, most were great attainment; a few were Minor Attainment who looked like juniors—their status lower. They mostly listened, not speaking.
Moments later Tang returned. "Fellow Daoist Lin, it's fine in principle. But we have business to attend to first. After that, we can help you."
"Sounds urgent," Lin said. "The array must be nearby."
"It is urgent," Tang replied, "and close by too. How about this—come with us. When we're done, we'll go to the array together. We're heading back as well."
Lin thought it over. "All right."
He didn't press—and he was curious what Tang meant to do. Their presence here didn't seem solely for hunting Westerners. From Tang's words and demeanor, he wasn't lying; there really was business.
Seeing Lin agree, Tang swept a hand. "We move."
He drew a sword; it grew beneath his feet. "Please, Fellow Daoist Lin—step up. I'll take you."
Lin stepped onto the blade without fuss. "Then I'll trouble you, Fellow Daoist Tang."
All around, the several hundred drew their treasures—every one a sword, nearly identical in style. Tang formed a hand seal; hundreds of swords linked their auras as one. He barked softly:
"Pierce the void—go!"