Volume 1, Chapter 442 – Calling for Reinforcements

“In this war mission, we have encountered a formidable enemy and wish to ask Saint Lord for assistance.”

Cloud Saint did not beat around the bush and directly asked for help.

“A formidable enemy? How strong?”

The voice coming from within the mirror was absent-minded, clearly not taking the matter too seriously.

“We do not know his exact strength, but the Giant Spirit King was killed by him in the span of a snap of the fingers. He is at least someone who has taken the second step.”

As soon as Cloud Saint finished speaking, the other side of the mirror fell silent.

Only after a long while did there come a response again:

“Yunkai, the friendship between you and me is not enough to make me take such a great risk. You understand that, do you not?”

“I understand. On this trip, we ask only to preserve our lives and seek nothing else. Compensation will naturally be offered afterward.”

Cloud Saint nodded slightly. All he wanted was to drag matters out until the task deadline passed. Although the Reincarnation Hall would punish them for mission failure, it was still far better than dying and having one’s Dao vanish.

“This lord also has a mission on hand. Three hours from now, I will arrive at Qiongluo. I hope you can all survive until then.”

As soon as the words fell, the water mirror shattered instantly.

“I wonder where Yang Fuji is at the moment. One more person is still one more bit of strength.”

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At one side, Emperor Yuan looked up at the sky and could not help taking a deep breath. For this mission, he had already staked his entire fortune. Now that an unforeseen change had arisen, the efforts of the past ten thousand years had nearly been reduced to nothing in a single stroke.

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe remained silent, standing some distance away. His relations with Emperor Yuan and the other two had never been particularly good. With the Giant Spirit King slain, his position had instantly become incomparably awkward.

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Beyond the starry sky, more than ten figures stood in ranks, all wearing grave expressions.

The layer of blood-cloud shrouding the heavens above the Qiongluo Realm was far too glaring to ignore. From the moment that figure fell into Qiongluo, only two breaths had passed before a Supreme died. The meaning behind that was too horrifying. Even though there were thirteen Supremes among them at this moment, none of them still dared to act rashly.

After all, once a clash began, no one could be sure whether the first to die would be himself.

Yang Venerable stood among them, his gaze constantly shifting as he thought over how to extricate himself afterward.

Through the notifications of the Reincarnation Hall, he already knew that the one who had been killed was the Giant Spirit King. Clearly, Mr. Dongfang’s divination had come true.

In a war mission, if no war points were gained for a full month and the mission still remained unfinished, then the war mission would be declared a failure.

At that time, all Samsara travelers participating in it would be punished by the Main God, but compared to losing one’s life, that punishment was of no consequence at all.

The war mission in the Qiongluo Realm would fail nine times out of ten, and he had to hold out here until the mission ended.

Mission failure and fleeing before battle were two entirely different things. The former meant punishment; the latter meant being directly erased by the Main God.

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The rain of blood in heaven and earth gradually faded. The air was filled with exceedingly dense waves of vital energy. The fall of a single Supreme had nearly caused the world’s vital energy throughout the entire Qiongluo Realm to surge by another tenth. Around the corpse, it had even turned into a peerless spiritual land.

“Senior, the force behind the man you killed earlier is no simple one. If we delay here, I fear it may bring trouble.”

It would obviously be impossible to say that Shi Lan felt no temptation at all toward what Wuxu had proposed, but neither did she want Wuxu to be plunged into danger because of her.

No matter how strong Wuxu was, he was still only the sword spirit of a Sovereign Weapon. Two fists could not beat four hands. If things went badly, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“At present, in the vicinity of this world, there is no one who can be my enemy. Cultivate in peace.”

Wuxu shook his head slightly. His expression had already returned to its usual calm. He said no more, only urging her on:

“Snatching food from a tiger’s mouth is no easy thing. More and more people will only keep coming. Make haste. I will guard your Dao for you.”

Hearing that, Shi Lan stopped insisting. With wolves and tigers surrounding them on every side, wasting time in argument would be far too foolish.

She sat down cross-legged where she was, spread out the Black Domain, absorbed the Supreme blood in the void that had been diluted many times over, and began with all her strength to digest the energy left behind by the Extreme Dao Rune Seal.

To fuse with the Qiongluo Realm, she first had to push her nascent soul to its limit, cultivate the fifth level of the Yuqing Creation Art to completion, and condense a flawless golden body nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang tall.

The only troublesome point was that she was not currently within the Lingyang Realm and could not draw down heavenly tribulation. Once she refined the Qiongluo Realm and stepped into the Heaven-Man Realm, her strength would surge explosively once again, and by then she might very well reach an unknown realm.

If that happened, then once she returned to the Lingyang Realm, the heavenly tribulation that had built up would likewise increase in power geometrically.

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But at this moment, Shi Lan no longer had the luxury of considering such things.

Wuxu stopped looking at Shi Lan. After casting a distant glance at Chi Junyu, he raised his sword and stepped into the sky.

A colossal sword phantom, stretching who knew how many tens of thousands of li, wheeled across the heavens and thrust straight into the starry universe in all ten directions.

He stood quietly in the highest heavens, above the war-smoke stretching across tens of millions of li, his gaze clear as water, not saying a single word, yet the pressure of his sword intent had already overwhelmed the seventeen Supremes present.

Every word Wuxu had spoken was heard by Chi Junyu without the slightest omission.

It stood there dazed for a long while. After taking one deep look at Shi Lan, it spread its wings, rose into the sky, and flew westward.

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“Dao Venerable, what should we do now? Simply wait and watch?”

One Supreme looked toward the middle-aged Daoist standing at the front and spoke.

“This is a Supreme weapon that attained the Dao by its own power. Once, a supreme powerhouse intervened on his behalf and used a secret method to help him break free of the constraints of his original body and condense a body of flesh and blood. What heaven-reaching fortune!”

The middle-aged Daoist narrowed his eyes halfway. Silver divine light filled his pupils as he looked toward the colossal sword phantom, while the disheveled hair above his head stirred gently.

“If my judgment is correct, he has already touched the Void Realm. I am far inferior.”

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As Dao Venerable’s words fell, the gathered Supremes looked at one another.

A Void-Realm Supreme had already walked at the very forefront of the Supreme Realm. With a mere stretch of the hand, one could touch the supreme realm. That kind of state was far beyond their reach.

“Then our trip here…”

“There is no hurry. Let us first see what he wants to do.”

A smile surfaced at the corner of the middle-aged Daoist’s mouth, and the divine light in his eyes gradually became frightening.

“Send word back and ask the Dao Alliance’s Arms Envoy to come. If we can suppress him, devour his flesh and blood, and refine his original body, perhaps our Dao Alliance may gain another Void-Realm Supreme!”

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At the far western edge of the Qiongluo Realm, the Runic Divine Hall.

All the remaining rune masters of the Qiongluo Realm, together with some survivors of the Hundred Races who had not been wiped out by the armies of the Reincarnation Hall, had gathered there.

In a major world with countless billions of living beings, only two hundred million remained alive at this moment. The green mountains and clear waters of the past had turned into hell. A single war had all but shattered the dreams of every living being in the Qiongluo Realm. Helpless, despairing cries filled heaven and earth, and this place had already become a desolate wasteland of utter ruin.

Under the orders of several Supremes, the armies of the Reincarnation Hall had already halted their advance, and the atmosphere was incomparably tense.

Not long ago, they had been the ones wielding the blade. In an instant, they had become the fish beneath it.