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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 46 (587): [Breakout]
(46th of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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"I'll set up a concealment formation," Qing Zijin said.
She retrieved two gateposts, then her fingers bloomed like flowers, Spiritual Light weaving Formation Scripts between them.
Within moments, she had created a small concealment formation spanning several dozen feet.
Above them, Dead Spirit powerhouses flew past intermittently, patrolling and searching.
Qing Zijin felt a genuine mix of tension and excitement, her breathing carefully controlled.
She released two Seventh Realm Immortal Corpses.
Li Weiyi fixed his gaze on the right, toward the Tai Yin Sect's encampment.
Inside the tents, he spotted several human figures: Chen Envoy Qingzao, Mao Envoy Huo Tianming, and others. The Sentinel Spirit Army possessed intelligence on most of the Twelve Tai Yin Envoys, including their Spiritual Light silhouettes.
The pair was now less than ten miles from the Tai Yin Sect's encampment.
Given Qingzao and Huo Tianming's cultivation realms, they could reach them in two breaths' time.
They could even launch long-range attacks with their Spiritual Artifacts.
"We have only one chance to strike. Whether the ambush succeeds or fails, we'll immediately flee. I hope Tang Wanzhou understands my intent and doesn't stubbornly defend Fan Ye Valley. She should seize this opportunity to lead the others in a breakout."
Li Weiyi believed he had the best rapport with Zuoqiu Hongting.
Tang Wanzhou, however, was too independent and might not follow her plans.
Her strength lay not in cooperation but in strategic planning, requiring others to support her.
Li Weiyi released two Seventh Realm Immortal Corpses.
The four corpses stood at the cardinal directions, their hair disheveled.
After a century of decay, only a fraction of the Spiritual Qi remained in their Immortal Golden Cores.
"Boom!"
Ten miles away, the massive Bronze Gong Artifact struck the formation barrier with a deafening blow.
The gong's sonic storm surged outward in all directions.
As the Bronze Gong Artifact prepared its second strike, Bai Chuan burst through the formation's shimmering veil, shooting toward the Formation Platform six or seven miles away like an arrow from a bow.
Eight black Formation Flags, carrying killing formation light, flew ahead, transforming into eight sinuous torrents of black spiritual energy.
The Formation Platform had to be destroyed first.
Otherwise, during their retreat, the Tai Yin Sect and the Nether Realm of the Dead would undoubtedly prioritize targeting him with the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact's primal power.
"They're out!"
"As Chen Envoy Qingzao predicted, they've chosen to break out early. Faced with a quick death or a slow one, they opted for the former."
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The Jade Corpse Marquis, his white hair disheveled, stood with an aged, stern expression.
His entire body, carved like jade, glowed with translucent brilliance.
He leaped from the Formation Platform, transforming into a streak of white light that shot forward.
A circular yin-yang barrier materialized in his palm, within which hundreds of thousands of Immortal Sutra Scriptures swirled.
The barrier collided with the eight black torrents unleashed by the eight Formation Flags.
"Boom!"
The clash of forces tore the earth asunder.
The Jade Corpse Marquis's supreme Dao Technique blocked the Formation Flags, causing the yin-yang barrier to tremble violently.
Bai Chuan arrived, displaying the peerless prowess that had made him the foremost figure in the Sword Dao Imperial Court's hundred-billion-strong population for the past sixty years.
With a pointed sword-finger, he summoned ten thousand streams of sword qi, which converged into a tidal wave at a single point.
"Rumble!"
The yin-yang barrier shattered instantly.
The relentless tide of sword qi crashed down upon the Jade Corpse Marquis.
Ignoring the onslaught, the Marquis was driven back by the relentless attack, his gaze fixed on Bai Chuan. His jade-like fist struck out, precisely intercepting Bai Chuan's thrusting finger-sword.
A shockwave rippled outward from the point of impact.
"Bang!"
The Jade Corpse Marquis staggered back dozens of meters, his body braced in a bow stance, countless white streaks etched across his form by the sword qi.
Raising his hands to the heavens, his body shimmered with light, and all the white streaks vanished without a trace.
Bai Chuan stared in disbelief at the Jade Corpse Wraith across from him. It was exceedingly rare for a cultivator of the same cultivation realm to withstand his sword strike without injury.
"That's the Jade Corpse Marquis," Qiu Cheng shouted, rushing out of Fan Ye Valley right behind Bai Chuan, "He was a Transcendent being in life!"
He and the others surged northward at full speed.
After covering several miles, they were intercepted by a massive force of Fallen Spirit Marquises emerging from the ground and descending from the sky.
A fierce battle erupted instantly.
Meanwhile, on the Formation Platform, now operated by only the Six Great powerhouses, six pairs of Fallen Spirit Marquis eyes turned in unison toward the Shaoyang Division members in the distance.
The Bronze Gong Artifact floating above the platform glowed with increasing intensity.
The Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis locked onto the Shaoyang Guards with his Intent, preparing to cross the void and annihilate them with the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact.
Notably, the Four-Eared Ghost Monkey Marquis had already leaped down from the platform to join forces with the Jade Corpse Marquis, engaging Bai Chuan in a chaotic melee.
Several Tai Yin Envoys from the Tai Yin Sect also charged toward the Shaoyang Division members, forming an encirclement.
Tang Wanzhou felt a suffocatingly terrifying aura and turned to look back.
She saw the Bronze Gong Artifact hanging in the sky like a pale green moon, its light illuminating hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
Tang Wanzhou had never anticipated that even Bai Chuan's peerless combat prowess would fail to destroy the Formation Platform.
In her view, no matter how arrogant Bai Chuan might be, his cultivation strength as the New Second-Ranked Swordsman had been personally verified by the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor, leaving no room for doubt.
"Watch out for the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact!" Tang Wanzhou shouted.
"Boom!"
A dragon-like bolt of purple lightning erupted from the ground, slicing through the dim sky.
The Purple Heaven Thunder Seal soared forth, blazing like a violet sun, enveloped in a thundercloud as it streaked across miles of azure sky, hurtling toward the Formation Platform shrouded in dark clouds.
The Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact's primordial power was unleashed.
Even the mere aura it emitted sent Mao Envoy Huo Tianming, who was rushing past Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin, trembling violently.
Too terrified to even observe the situation, he immediately burrowed underground.
The Six Great Deac Spirit powerhouses on the Formation Platform had never imagined two humans were hiding behind them.
They frantically manipulated the Bronze Gong Artifact to defend.
"Boom!"
The two Myriad-Inscriptions Artifacts collided with earth-shattering force, like mountains crashing together, shaking the entire space.
"Sizzle!"
Lightning crackled from the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, extending like tendrils to strike the Formation Platform.
The strike severely wounded two Corpse Marquises of ancient lineage and pierced through the corporeal form of a Second Realm peak Ghost Marquis, leaving a bucket-sized hole that caused the ghost's body to disintegrate.
Below, a crack snaked across the Formation Platform with a sharp snap.
The sudden appearance of the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal startled everyone.
All eyes turned to Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin, who stood beneath the two gate pillars in the distance.
Five streams of Spiritual Qi connected to the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.
Four battle corpse puppets channeled the energy, while Li Weiyi controlled the artifact.
Huanghun stopped in his tracks, held his breath, and turned to Qingzao and the others.
"See? I told you! It wasn't that I lost so laughably - those two really are the strongest in the Shaoyang Guard. The weakest are actually the strongest. The Shaoyang Division isn't as simple as you think; they're far more cunning and treacherous than we imagined."
"I refuse to believe it!" Huo Tianming roared, his face flushed with humiliation as he emerged from the ground.
"We must capture them," Qingzao ordered.
"We can't let them unleash the power of the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact."
The Shaoyang Division members were equally stunned by Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin's daring infiltration.
They had assumed the pair had either been captured or fled long ago.
"They... they didn't escape?" Qiu Cheng said in disbelief.
Liu Ye replied, "Not everyone abandons their comrades in the face of danger. If every member of the Shaoyang Division possessed this quality, we would truly be tempered by Fire, and then we would become the true Shaoyang Division."
"Boom!"
A ring-shaped Fifth-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact, its surface bristling with razor-sharp serrated edges, hurtled through the air toward Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin.
Two gate pillars erupted with defensive Formation Scriptures, intercepting the artifact.
Brilliant light exploded, and the ground trembled violently.
Li Weiyi glanced at the sent-flying ring-shaped Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact and sighed inwardly.
The ambush had failed to achieve its intended outcome; the distance was too great, giving the enemy ample time to react.
Still, the Formation Platform had been destroyed.
Half of the six experts operating the Bronze Gong Artifact had been killed or wounded.
Scanning their surroundings, Li Weiyi saw over a dozen figures converging on them with murderous intent.
The one who had launched the ring-shaped Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact was Mao Envoy Huo Tianming.
"We can't afford to get bogged down in a fight. Let's go!" Li Weiyi sensed impending danger.
Abandoning any thought of prolonged combat, he retracted the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.
Under the protection of four battle corpses, he and Qing Zijin immediately fled.
"Big-Chested Jin, so it's you! Hahaha, don't run! Lord Huo swears to heaven he won't kill you!"
Huo Tianming, wary of the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, maintained a distance of several hundred zhang as he launched the ring-shaped Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact again.
Simultaneously, the Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis and two Fallen Spirit Marquis powerhouses launched an attack from another direction, wielding the Bronze Gong Artifact.
A barrage of Spiritual Artifacts, numbering over a dozen, each at least a Thousand-Character Artifact, rained down on Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin.
The earth was left in ruins in their wake.
Meanwhile, Shaoyang Division faced Qingzao leading three Tai Yin Sect Envoys and over twenty Fallen Spirit Marquis.
They maintained a cautious distance, wary of engaging directly.
As the battle reached its climax, a Great Immortal Dao Technique erupted from the crescent moon mark on Qiu Cheng's forehead: "Die, all of you!"
This was a life-saving trump card left to him by an Elder of the Black Moon Clan, who had expended immense cultivation to create it.
The Great Immortal Dao Technique scorched vast swathes of land into barren wasteland, the flames illuminating the entire horizon.
"So you couldn't hold back after all? Fine, it was bound to happen eventually."
One of the three Tai Yin Sect Envoys unleashed a forbidden technique bestowed by their elders.
Instantly, a massive black curtain, spanning over ten miles, unfurled and devoured the Great Immortal Dao Technique.
Li Weiyi watched from afar, his expression grave.
He hadn't expected the situation to escalate to the point of exchanging lethal moves so soon after entering the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom.
The situation on the Shaoyang Division's side must be dire.
A melodious whistle pierced the air, its notes light, cheerful, and filled with festive joy.
"That's Mo Duanfeng's Spirit Whistle," Bai Chuan exclaimed, his face lighting up with hope.
He followed the sound, only to discover it emanated from the summit of one of Fan Ye Valley's three peaks.
A sudden sense of foreboding gripped his heart.
A slender, scholarly figure sat atop a metal sword case, lost in the music as he gazed down at the three battlefields below.
The whistle's notes carried for thousands of miles.
A Sentinel Spirit's Spirit Whistle was of a higher grade than a Sentinel's, allowing its sound to travel even farther.
The whistling abruptly ceased.
Chu Yutian sprang to his feet, his voice ringing out with a mocking laugh: "Force them to use up all their trump cards! Then capture them alive - the living ones are far more entertaining than the dead!"
Hearing this, the hearts of the combatants below sank like stones.
If Mo Duanfeng's Spirit Whistle had been seized, his fate was likely sealed.
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