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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 47 (588): [Returning]
(47th of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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As Chu Yutian arrived, dozens more Fallen Spirit Marquises materialized from all directions, each trailing vast, swirling clouds of Yin energy.
They converged upon the Shaoyang Guard and Li Weiyi, encircling them.
Among them, several auras burned with extraordinary intensity.
A colossal, ethereal figure draped in crimson robes loomed like a mountain, its vivid presence palpable even from a hundred miles away, radiating an oppressive terror.
A putrid, liquid-bodied Heterogeneous Fallen Spirit oozed across the ground, its murky form spreading like a corrosive tide.
....
The situation instantly became even more dangerous.
Chu Yutian shouldered Mo Duanfeng's metal sword case and leaped off the mountain peak, his body flowing like wind and shadow.
With a Body Technique of unparalleled grace, he soared directly toward Bai Chuan.
"I heard you only ranked second because the Sword Dao Imperial Court left the Number One Scholar position vacant," he called out, "Was it because your strength wasn't sufficient?"
Seeing the sword case on Chu Yutian's back, Bai Chuan's emotions churned with complexity.
For the first time, he felt genuine regret.
If he and Mo Duanfeng hadn't devised that damned plan, their combined might would have shattered even this dire situation.
Moreover, they could have handled things differently in the valley.
One could have stayed behind to deter spies while the other led the charge to break the stalemate.
Tang Wanzhou could have stabilized the situation, allowing them to advance or retreat as needed.
Bai Chuan had believed he was taking Chu Yutian seriously as an opponent, but it seemed he had underestimated him after all.
"Boom! Boom!"
With a double-palmed strike, Bai Chuan repelled the Jade Corpse Marquis and the Four-Eared Ghost Monkey Marquis.
Spreading his arms, he manipulated eight massive Formation Flags, sending them soaring into the air.
Activating all the formation glyphs within the flags, he fixed his gaze on the approaching Chu Yutian.
"Where's Mo Duanfeng?"
"Dead. A gruesome death. He's become a headless ghost."
Chu Yutian descended gracefully, his face radiating a carefree smile as he cast an endlessly charming gaze at Bai Chuan, who hovered several dozen feet above the ground.
"Why would I believe you?" Bai Chuan retorted, "If he were truly dead, you'd parade his corpse to intimidate me. Chu Yutian, I've long wanted to test the mettle of a True Disciple of the Taiyin Sect. How shall we fight?"
"How shall we fight? Naturally, it will be all of us against you alone. You wouldn't expect a fair duel, would you?"
Chu Yutian, with his scholar-like demeanor and refined bearing, burst into unrestrained laughter, a hint of manic madness in his eyes.
With a resounding thwack, he slapped his sword sheath, and a Ninth-Rank Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact heavy blade shot forth.
Grasping the sword, he casually swung it.
A crimson blade aura erupted, instantly dyeing the surrounding landscape blood-red for miles, a single strike capable of shattering a thousand armies.
Simultaneously, the Jade Corpse Marquis and the Four-Eared Ghost Monkey Marquis unleashed their ultimate Dao Techniques from flanking positions, sealing off Bai Chuan's escape routes.
A battle of Laws rivaling a clash between Great Immortal Realm cultivators erupted beneath the three peaks of Fan Ye Valley.
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In the desolate wilderness a hundred miles away, Li Weiyi, Qing Zijin, and their four puppet war corpses, each affixed with Divine Speed Talismans, transformed into six streams of Talisman Light, hurtling forward at maximum velocity.
"Boom!"
Thousand-Inscriptions Artifacts continuously flew toward them, posing a grave threat.
They often landed directly ahead, attempting to impede their progress.
The four puppet war corpses, stationed at the perimeter, were enveloped in Spiritual Qi.
They charged headfirst into the Thousand-Inscriptions Artifacts, their physical bodies possessing extraordinary resilience.
Li Weiyi fully extended his senses and detected the group of Fallen Spirit Marquises accompanying Chu Yutian.
A sense of urgency surged through him.
He immediately retrieved a palm-sized Jade Boat, channeling Spiritual Qi from his palm into the vessel in a steady stream.
If they failed to escape before the distant Fallen Spirit Marquises converged, they would be forced into a desperate battle - a true life-or-death struggle.
The consequences of exposing Yu'er within the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom were unbearable.
He might have to pay a hundredfold, even a thousandfold, in the future to atone for it.
The fact that a Crown Prince had managed to enter the Ancient Kingdom of the Void Ruins would undoubtedly pique the curiosity of both the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor and the Ghost Emperor.
Three miles behind and to the right, the Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis pursued relentlessly. Its skeletal frame, humanoid with a bestial head, towered three to four meters tall, its entire body covered in ancient patterns.
Legend claimed these markings were carved by a Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouse during research into a certain cultivation method.
The Imperial Pattern Bone Marquis was a failed experiment from the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor's research.
Seeing Li Weiyi urging the Jade Boat forward, flames flickered in the Marquis's eye sockets.
With a thunderous roar, the patterns on its body began to glow intensely.
"Boom!"
The myriad patterns erupted like a shockwave, scattering outward.
They then gathered the surrounding dust and sand, coalescing into massive, mountain-like spheres that hurtled toward Li Weiyi and his companions like celestial bodies.
The spheres were colossal, their surfaces shimmering with countless glowing patterns.
Their terrifying power and profound, intricate techniques were awe-inspiring.
"Trying to escape? Do you think I'll let you?"
Four miles behind and to the left, Huo Tianming's eyes narrowed as he activated an Escape Technique Dao Technique.
A flame-like aura enveloped his body, drastically increasing his speed.
Spiritual Qi surged into the ring-shaped Fifth-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact in his hand. Scripture rapidly materialized on the ring's surface, Martial-Mystic Qi vibrating the surrounding space.
Huo Tianming hurled the artifact.
As the ring left his hand, it ignited, transforming into a brilliant cloud of fire.
Faced with the duo's full-force attack, the four puppet war corpses halted their advance and jointly unleashed their Spiritual Qi, casting the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.
"Boom!"
The palace-sized sphere of rock and earth above Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin shattered into fragments under the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, disintegrating back into dust and scattered runes.
Li Weiyi raised the Jade Boat, now over three meters tall, and planted it upright in the ground as a shield.
Formation glyphs shimmered across its surface, emitting a cloud of white light that collided with the incoming ring-shaped spiritual artifact.
"Bang!"
The Jade Boat shuddered violently, unleashing an earth-shattering roar.
Behind the boat, Li Weiyi's eardrums felt like they were about to burst.
He was plowed backward over a hundred meters along with the Jade Boat, finally stopping with his feet buried in a several-meter-high mound of earth.
Qing Zijin took cover behind the four battle corpse puppets, using his protective talisman to withstand the shockwaves from the collision.
"Huo Tianming's Martial-Mystic Dao cultivation surpasses Dusk; he must be in the mid-stage of the Third Realm," Li Weiyi observed, glancing at the rapidly approaching Huo Tianming and then at the encroaching, sky-darkening storm clouds behind him.
He struck the Jade Boat with his palm, sending it hovering into the air before launching it toward Qing Zijin.
"Get in the boat first."
Li Weiyi stood alone in the desolate wilderness, his gaze fixed on Huo Tianming like a tiger eyeing its prey.
A brilliant Spiritual Light suddenly erupted from the center of his brow.
"Swish! Swish!"
Dozens of Talisman Swords shot forth, converging into a river that skimmed the ground, weaving a swift and intricate path.
The earth was left scarred with hundreds of sword marks.
Huo Tianming's eyes narrowed, sensing the danger.
His carefree demeanor vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of power.
He halted abruptly and slammed his foot into the ground.
The earth trembled like a surging wave, then rose up to form a natural shield.
Simultaneously, he used his Willpower to recall the coiled, mid-air spiritual artifact, cradling it between his hands. The Fifth-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact and over five thousand Dao Scripture characters swirled before him, constructing a second layer of defense.
The earth and stone shattered.
The dozens of Talisman Swords surged forward with unstoppable force, closing in on him.
"Boom! Boom!"
Some Talisman Swords collided with the ring-shaped spiritual artifact, exploding on impact.
Most, however, bypassed the artifact entirely, striking directly at Huo Tianming's true form - his third layer of protective Qi.
Moments later, all the Talisman Swords had passed.
Huo Tianming's three layers of defense lay shattered.
A horrifying gash, severing blood vessels, stretched across his neck, staining the ground crimson.
Huo Tianming's expression twisted in shock.
He hadn't anticipated Li Weiyi being such a formidable opponent.
Clutching his neck, he staggered backward.
Just then, Li Weiyi stepped forward, sword in hand.
Huo Tianming hastily channeled his Spiritual Qi to seal the wound before diving underground and fleeing toward Fan Ye Valley.
Huo Tianming's voice echoed from the depths: "Don't let him escape! Pursue him relentlessly! Alive or dead, we must capture him!"
"Huo Tianming," Li Weiyi murmured, "next time we meet, it will be your death."
Li Weiyi sighed inwardly.
The Twelve Tai Yin Envoys were indeed elites, carefully selected for their exceptional skills.
With his current cultivation at the early First Realm, killing even a single Tai Yin Envoy from the Third Realm would be no easy feat.
Retreating with his sword, Li Weiyi leaped onto the Jade Boat and withdrew the Heaven Sword Talismans, most of which had dimmed, into his forehead.
Five of them were completely destroyed.
"Bullshit! Your tricks are all Demonic Path techniques! Lord Huo would crush you ten times over with true skill! If you've got the guts, stay and face me in a fair fight! The winner gets three nights with Big-Chest Zijin!" The underground voice grew fainter as Huo Tianming fled.
Qing Zijin, standing at the bow of the Jade Boat, gritted her teeth in fury.
Enveloped in the protective glow of a Defensive Formation, the Jade Boat skimmed close to the ground, speeding away into the distance.
Fallen Spirit powerhouses relentlessly pursued them, unleashing spiritual artifacts and Dao Techniques, all of which Li Weiyi skillfully blocked.
When the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact Bronze Gong flew toward them, the four battle corpse puppets activated the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal to intercept it.
Gradually, the attacks dwindled.
After flying a thousand miles, they finally shook off their pursuers.
Qing Zijin steered the Jade Boat onward, her gaze sweeping across the boundless, dim earth.
A heavy sense of sorrow welled up within him: "Do you think they'll escape?"
"They must."
In Li Weiyi's mind, images of Tang Wanzhou, Liu Ye, Chang Yujian, and others flashed by.
Yet, when he recalled the overwhelming swarm of Fallen Spirit powerhouses on the battlefield, he felt utterly hopeless.
He and Qing Zijin had survived only because they weren't the primary targets of the enemy's encirclement.
They flew further.
The world fell silent.
After carefully scanning the surroundings to confirm no enemies were still pursuing them, Li Weiyi landed the Jade Boat atop a mountain ridge.
"You're still going back?" Qing Zijin asked, her icy gaze fixed on Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi stowed the Jade Boat, the cold wind whipping at his robes.
He forced a nonchalant air.
"I have to! I won't charge in recklessly. I'll sneak back and see if I can help in any way."
"I'll go with you," Qing Zijin said.
Li Weiyi shook his head: "Your strength isn't enough. You'll only slow me down. Go ahead. Save whoever you can. Meet me at the Heavenly Capital River Nether Domain. We'll communicate using the Sentinel's Whistle Secret Code."
Qing Zijin didn't argue: "Alright. I only trust you, Nangong, and the Holy Commander's Sentinel Whistle Secret Code. Take these two puppet war corpses with you."
Li Weiyi took only two of the four Seventh Realm puppet war corpses.
"Take care of yourself! With your cultivation level, you should be more than capable of protecting yourself if you move cautiously."
"Whoosh!"
Concealing his presence and suppressing his Qi, Li Weiyi descended the mountain ridge and turned back toward the battlefield.
Before departing, Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou had exchanged a Dao Resonance-infused Spiritual Qi, ensuring they could sense each other's approximate location within a certain range.
Their mutual trust was absolute.
Li Weiyi activated all Ten Springs within his body, clutching a Spirit Crystal to replenish his severely depleted Spiritual Qi.
He traveled south along a wide river, using the water to mask his scent and tracks.
Six hundred miles from Fan Ye Valley, he sensed faint battle fluctuations.
The dark clouds in Li Weiyi's heart began to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of joy.
The battle fluctuations emanating from the distance undoubtedly meant that the Shaoyang Division had broken through the encirclement.
Each member of the Shaoyang Division possessed extraordinary origins and likely carried life-saving artifacts.
Once activated, who would dare to recklessly oppose them?
"Excellent!"
Li Weiyi hurried toward the source of the battle fluctuations, scaling a towering mountain peak.
He froze at the summit, witnessing a horrific scene below.
The battle had already ended.
Qiu Cheng lay dead by the riverbank, his head twisted off by a Corpse Marquis whose body was half-rotted.
The creature gnawed on the severed head in its massive palm, revealing rows of sharp, saw-like teeth.
A diminutive Bone Marquis, resembling a weasel, stood beside the headless corpse, greedily drinking blood from the severed neck.
As the blood of a Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator flowed into its body, crimson patterns immediately surfaced on its bones.
Two other Ghost Marquises were scavenging the battlefield, tallying their spoils from Cosmic Pouches and refining Immortal Golden Pills in their hands.
All four were immensely powerful, their auras radiating outward, their Yin Qi surging, and dark energy enveloping the entire wilderness.
They resembled four peerless demonic fiends risen from the depths of hell.
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