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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 80 (517): [The Transcendental Victory]
(80th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Li Weiyi pondered for a moment.
"By accepting the North Sea Life Map, you've made yourselves mortal enemies with those two. If you can't kill Si Wuyan, you'll never be worthy of the True Disciple position."
The Purple-Clad Woman didn't press the issue: "Very well! The True Disciple's position is always earned through one's own strength. We'll compete for Immortal Herb ourselves. What about the Six Desires Talisman?"
"As long as you don't repay kindness with betrayal, I'll dispel the talisman on her body. I'm not one who enjoys manipulating others this way; I was merely forced by circumstances," Li Weiyi said.
Wu Hongling met Li Weiyi's gaze and, to her surprise, genuinely believed his words. She couldn't help but look at him with renewed respect.
The Purple-Clad Woman exchanged a glance with Wu Hongling.
Wu Hongling stepped forward, took the North Sea Life Map from Li Weiyi's hand, and cradled it in her arms.
Abandoning telepathy, she complained in a coquettish tone, "I'll compete for the True Disciple's Position, but never by relying on you. Look at what you've done to the True Disciple! I'm returning this to him right now."
Li Weiyi quickly played along: "Hong Ling, don't be foolish. If you return it, given his nature, he'll surely repay kindness with betrayal. You're putting yourself in grave danger."
Si Wuyan, Zhenxin, and a vast contingent of Ninth Heaven Chief Disciples from the Rice Palace descended upon Li Weiyi and his companions.
"Spare us the theatrics, you two," Si Wuyan's voice boomed, growing louder as he approached, "Just hand it over to me, The True Disciple! Wu Hongling, Purple-Clad Woman, don't delude yourselves - you're not qualified to contend for the True Inheritance."
The Purple-Clad Woman, who had been waiting for Si Wuyan, glanced at Li Weiyi.
"The True Disciple Si harbors such deep prejudice against Hongling," Wu Hongling protested, "But what crime has she committed? What wrong has she done? I genuinely intend to return the scroll to the True Disciple Sheng."
Li Weiyi added, "I've done nothing wrong either! Sheng Wulian barged in uninvited, insisted I was Liu Fengshu, and demanded a life-or-death duel. I knew True Disciples of the Ancient Sect couldn't be killed, so I wagered the scroll - a deal he willingly accepted. Now that I've won, I haven't hoarded the scroll; I'm returning it to the Rice Palace. What crime have I committed?"
"You two truly are a match made in heaven!" Si Wuyan sneered, his anger twisting into a twisted smile.
His Dao Heart Manifestation erupted, darkness devouring the light. Clenching his hands into claws, he moved with uncanny agility, snatching for the North Sea Life Map in Wu Hongling's grasp.
"If you genuinely intend to return it, then hand it over."
"Don't give it to him!" the Purple-Clad Woman warned, "Si Wuyan wants to refine it himself, to merge life and death into one."
From the Spirit Realm between the Purple-Clad Woman's brows, a seven-foot-long ancient zither flew forth.
"Whoosh!"
The Formation Scriptures inscribed on the zither activated under the Spiritual Light's influence, materializing in mid-air as a seven-colored barrier that blocked Si Wuyan's claw strike.
In an instant, the three clashed.
Si Wuyan's attacks were ferocious, the destructive power of his Primordial Death Qi astonishing.
Each strike shattered the barrier's light, every move lethal.
However, the Purple-Clad Woman and Wu Hongling were no ordinary opponents.
Their seamless coordination, though seemingly defensive, allowed them to parry with effortless ease.
This was no small feat!
Before arriving at the Nine Ring Reef, Si Wuyan and Sheng Wulian, with their 99% perfected Physical Bodies, each possessed combat prowess far surpassing that of other Young Heavenly Emperor.
It required two Young Heavenly Emperor working together to suppress just one of them.
Only after everyone had obtained their own opportunities and their Physical Bodies had improved did this gap narrow somewhat.
As for their cultivation realms, all had progressed.
The Purple-Clad Woman and Wu Hongling had already cultivated Immortal Golden Pills.
Li Weiyi remained uninvolved, his gaze fixed on Zhenxin and the other Rice Palace Martial-Mystic Cultivators.
"The True Disciple hasn't been decided yet. Are you rushing to side with Si Wuyan too hastily? Gai Lingyun and Gai Canghai, wise as they are, haven't intervened."
The Chief Disciples of the Ninth Heaven from the Rice Palace hesitated.
The Purple-Clad Woman and Wu Hongling's combat prowess far exceeded their expectations, managing to hold off Si Wuyan.
Zhenxin, his heart unwavering, scoffed, "You can't even admit you're Liu Fengshu? It seems shattering your Ancestral Field has completely broken your spirit."
"Fine, I admit it. I am Liu Fengshu. What, seeking revenge for Huoxin? A word of advice: even if you achieve Breakthrough to Immortal Realm again, your current strength will only bring you humiliation," Li Weiyi said.
"Even humiliation is worth fighting for."
Zhenxin summoned a blue gourd into his palm, Spiritual Qi radiating outward.
He took three steps forward, then glanced back.
The Rice Palace experts who had accompanied him remained rooted to the spot.
One of them said, "Attacking now would be pointless. I see no chance of victory. Revenge can wait."
Zhenxin showed no anger, nodding slightly in understanding. His eyes burned with unwavering resolve as he prepared to exploit Li Weiyi's complacency, unleashing the Transcendent power within his Ancestral Field to strike him down.
But when he turned back, Li Weiyi had vanished.
After searching briefly, Zhenxin discovered Li Weiyi was heading toward the Yu Jia Abyss.
A sharp pang of anguish pierced his heart as he realized the overwhelming gulf between their strengths.
Just moments ago, if his opponent had attacked, he likely would have fallen before he could even react.
"Boom!"
Along the rim of the Yu Jia Abyss's entrance, crimson demonic runes erupted with an eerie, blinding light.
The runes' bloody glow spread for dozens of miles, forming a dense Blood Mist.
Si Wuyan, Wu Hongling, and the Purple-Clad Woman immediately halted their battle upon entering the Blood Mist, joining the other Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators as they rushed toward the abyss.
Whenever the Yu Jia Abyss underwent such a transformation, vast quantities of Life-Preserving Herbs, Spiritual Crystals, and other treasures would erupt from its depths.
This time, the phenomenon was even more dazzling than previous occurrences.
"Swish, swish."
All the formidable figures of the Immortal Realm converged near the Yu Jia Abyss.
First, wisps of Mirage Light Mist surged forth, accompanied by the tri-colored radiance of Immortal Herb.
The Immortal Herb Petals that emerged were incomplete. The blossoms had been torn apart by the Wind's force, its petals scattered into blue, golden, and crimson orbs of light.
"This time it's even more intense! There are nine Immortal Herb Petals alone!"
"A major treasure must be about to appear!"
The Spiritual Qi of the Great Immortal Realm experts surged forth, intertwining above the Yu Jia Abyss.
Following their earlier agreement, they released the Immortal Herb Petals, allowing the younger generation to compete for them.
Their gazes remained fixed on the abyss's maw.
"Whoosh! Whoosh..."
Nine Immortal Herb Petals, each enveloped in a radiant glow, shot toward the towering rock dome a thousand zhang high.
Following the air currents, they scattered in all directions.
Li Weiyi had long since heard Er Feng mention sensing the aura of Immortal Herb, and he rushed to the scene immediately.
Soaring into the sky, he unleashed his Red Silk, swiftly capturing two petals.
He then pursued the third.
Bai Yeqing, Prince Mingjiao, Princess Dengfeng, Changyu Jian, Turtle Scholar, Gai Canghai, Gai Lingyun, and others arrived near the Yu Jia Abyss, reacting only slightly slower than Li Weiyi.
Bai Yeqing unfurled the wings on his back, his speed far surpassing the others, allowing him to claim two petals.
Prince Mingjiao, Changyu Jian, and Princess Dengfeng each seized a petal.
Gai Canghai and Gai Lingyun joined forces to secure the eighth petal.
Most Ninth Heaven Martial-Mystic Cultivators didn't even have a chance to compete.
Before they could deploy their Spiritual Artifacts, all the Immortal Herb Petals had already been claimed.
"Aow!"
Prince Mingjiao transformed into his colossal Nether Flood Dragon form, his body wreathed in Nether Qi as thick as ink.
He pursued Li Weiyi and the ninth Immortal Petal, his voice rumbling, "You're too greedy, fellow cultivator. How many Immortal Herb Petals have you already taken?"
Li Weiyi completely ignored the pursuing crowd behind him.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the Red Silk, which stretched across three miles to ensnare and envelop the rapidly flying petal.
"Whoosh!"
A white light, radiating bone-chilling cold, streaked past Li Weiyi.
The figure within the light moved with such astonishing speed that even Li Weiyi felt inferior.
It was Bai Yeqing.
Bai Yeqing appeared remarkably young, with delicate features and a reserved demeanor.
His icy gaze met Li Weiyi's for a fleeting moment before he surged toward the Immortal Herb Petal.
The white wings on his back shimmered with profound Demon Clan scriptures.
Li Weiyi noticed that the Red Silk, which had stretched three miles, was being frozen solid by Bai Yeqing's Ice Soul Eyes, transforming into a series of ice pillars.
"Withdraw!"
Li Weiyi channeled Spiritual Qi into the Red Silk, shattering the ice inch by inch.
However, the ice shattered far too slowly compared to Bai Yeqing's blistering speed.
"Swish!"
Two Flying Swords pierced the air, hurtling toward Bai Yeqing in unison.
They belonged to Changyu Jian and Princess Dengfeng.
Approaching from different directions, they converged on the ninth Immortal Herb Petal, engaging Bai Yeqing in fierce combat.
Sensing the overwhelming killing intent of Prince Mingjiao surging behind him, Li Weiyi had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of the ninth Immortal Herb Petal.
He turned to face his opponent, channeling his Spiritual Qi throughout his body.
The Seven-Clawed Flame Heavenly Dragon's fiery aura erupted, as if ten thousand dragons were paying homage to their sovereign.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi unleashed a palm strike that collided with Prince Mingjiao's massive, three-meter-long Flood Dragon claw.
Prince Mingjiao possessed formidable physical strength, a natural advantage of the Flood Dragon Clan.
Having refined a crimson Immortal Herb Petal, his Blood Qi surged with unparalleled vigor.
He withstood Li Weiyi's strike without being forced back.
At this moment, Prince Mingjiao stood only a hair's breadth away from matching the power of Sheng Wulian and Si Wuyan.
"Boom! Boom!"
Li Weiyi and Prince Mingjiao, now in his Flood Dragon Python form, exchanged three earth-shattering blows.
Three ripples of energy erupted in mid-air.
Zhenxin, his eyes icy with killing intent, surged upward, closing in with relentless speed.
Li Weiyi harbored genuine wariness of Zhenxin, fearing the hidden killing move he might have concealed within his Ancestral Field.
Without lingering for a moment, Li Weiyi plummeted toward the ground.
After all, he had already secured two Immortal Herb Petals - a substantial gain.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi crashed into the ground, leaving a massive crater in his wake.
"Prince Mingjiao, the Three-Eyed Chi Jiao died by his hand. I, the True Disciple, will help you kill him. We'll each take a Immortal Herb Petal."
Endless darkness surged across the ground.
Si Wuyan stood within the shadows, his Demon-Slaying Whip crackling like lightning as he lashed it toward the fleeing Li Weiyi.
Prince Mingjiao couldn't believe the True Disciple of the Ancient Sect would actively ally with him to kill a Martial-Mystic Cultivator below the Immortal Realm.
Could this human truly be that formidable?
The massive Flood Dragon Python rapidly contracted within the swirling Nether Qi, shrinking into an eight-foot-tall humanoid form.
Clad in black armor, his physique forged like divine iron, Prince Mingjiao shot toward Li Weiyi like a demonic god.
"This blood debt will indeed be repaid."
Li Weiyi unleashed the Spirit Treasure Seizing Hand, attempting to seize the Demon-Slaying Whip.
But the whip moved with impossible speed and unpredictable trajectories.
Not only did he fail to capture it, he nearly suffered a grievous wound.
The whistling sound of wind being torn apart filled his ears.
Li Weiyi whirled around and unleashed the Heaven-Turning Palm Seal.
A colossal phantom Divine Seal materialized, colliding with the force of Prince Mingjiao's double palm strikes.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi retreated three steps, dispersing the overwhelming force that threatened to shatter the ground beneath his feet.
"Swish!"
Behind him, the darkness for dozens of miles twisted into a shuttle shape.
Si Wuyan's body hovered at the tip of this dark, luminous shuttle.
With a flick of his finger, he launched a strike aimed at Li Weiyi's skull.
Li Weiyi parried Prince Mingjiao with one hand while simultaneously countering Si Wuyan's finger strike with his other.
The two forces collided with pinpoint accuracy, unleashing layer upon layer of explosive Spiritual Qi.
"Boom!"
Caught between two converging powers - one overwhelming like a tidal wave, the other piercing and unstoppable - blood trickled from the corner of Li Weiyi's mouth.
Prince Mingjiao and Si Wuyan relentlessly channeled Spiritual Qi and scriptures, giving Li Weiyi no chance to escape or unleash any secret techniques.
"Li Weiyi, return Huoxin's life!"
Zhenxin descended from the heavens, his feet treading on celestial clouds. His muscles bulged as he channeled Spiritual Qi into a blue gourd, which he hurled down with devastating force.
Li Weiyi raised his head, his eyes blazing like lightning as a talisman shot forth from between his brows.
"Boom!"
The earth for a hundred miles around collapsed, fissures spiderwebbing across the land.
Every Martial-Mystic Cultivator in the area plummeted into the depths below.
This cataclysm wasn't caused by a genuine attack.
Instead, a colossal, rust-covered sword, thousands of feet long, had pierced through the East Sea, sliced through the thick layers of earth, and reached the subterranean space.
The sword's passage through the earth created an ear-splitting, terrifying screech as its blade ground against the rock.
The entire space trembled violently.
As vast swathes of the subterranean earth collapsed, a corner of an ancient, ruined city of immeasurable scale was revealed beneath.
The falling cultivators gazed downward, their scalps tingling with shock.
Even the Giants of the Immortal Realm could only glimpse a fragment of this ancient city; the rest remained shrouded in mist.
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