Volume 1, Chapter 472 – Speaking Frankly

A spatial passage stretched across the sky. Perhaps because the great world’s barrier had shattered and the obstruction was gone, the passage through space was much more stable.

Before stepping into the spatial passage, Shi Lan turned back for one last look.

The entire world was wrapped in dense darkness. Specks of shattered space reflected the mountain fires that were still burning fiercely, giving off a chill impression. The great world’s barrier was gradually dissipating.

The reason this world had been able to function normally at all was because of the palace above the heavenly canopy. Using it as the foundation, an illusion of the sun and moon revolving had been constructed.

Now that the palace had collapsed and the heavenly canopy had caved in, this world had almost no value left. Even if there were immortal materials and precious medicines hidden away in some corner, they would wither away along with the dying world.

Shi Lan drew a light breath and stepped into the passage without looking back again.

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The familiar great hall appeared in her field of vision. Shi Lan looked around. Of the forty people who had gone in, only fifteen remained.

Of the three who had first entered beneath the heavenly canopy with her, only Tian Xuanjing was present. Nie Lin’an and Daoist Yunzhen were nowhere to be seen, and what that meant went without saying.

Tian Xuanjing’s face was deathly pale as he stood in a corner, utterly bloodless, his vitality severely damaged.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat gloomy. No one had expected that a single tomb expedition would cause such devastating losses.

Chu Hanzhou stood not far in front of Shi Lan. At his side stood eight others, all unmistakably carrying the aura of the laws within the Emperor Dao domain.

The expressions of several Human Emperors were rather ugly. The people who had emerged did not include their juniors.

After learning that the Demon Race had entered the realm, the Human Emperors all let out low sighs. In a Demon Emperor’s mausoleum, the Demon Race naturally held the greater advantage.

“Display the gains you obtained inside.”

An extremely aged emperor stepped forward and spoke impatiently.

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The instant Shi Lan saw his face clearly, an almost imperceptible chill flashed through her eyes.

Back in the Chengtian Domain, it had been this man who had forced her into the Langya Grotto-Heaven, where she had met the Ancient God King. If Emperor Linglong had not opened the seal, she might already be dead.

The killing intent in her heart nearly boiled over, yet Shi Lan’s expression did not change in the slightest. She took out three immortal herbs: two seventh-rank and one eighth-rank.

Among the Heaven-Men, that harvest was not particularly remarkable, merely average.

Shi Lan discreetly swept her gaze over the things the other Heaven-Men had taken out. More or less, all of them had hidden something.

Tian Xuanjing, in particular, only brought out a seventh-rank immortal herb, a fist-sized chunk of Crimson Nether Gold, and a feather like a divine sword.

This was a divine feather from Huang Ze’s Emperor body.

Qinglan had once gone to Huang Ze’s remains and had seen some scattered feathers, so Shi Lan recognized it at a glance.

Clearly, after escaping with his life, Tian Xuanjing had gone back again. Even Shi Lan was a little shocked by that kind of nerve.

Although nothing had been discussed beforehand, all the Heavenlords understood tacitly and said nothing, allowing the Human Emperors to inspect only the harvest laid out in the open.

Tian Bai stood behind Shi Lan, her eyes turning once, and took out nothing at all.

Her Myriad Phenomena Realm cultivation was far too inconspicuous. A few Human Emperors frowned slightly, feeling that the slot had been somewhat wasted, but out of respect for Chu Hanzhou, they did not say anything.

In the end, all immortal herbs above the eighth rank were exchanged away by the Human Emperors for various rare treasures or Dao weapons.

The prices were not forced down, but neither were they especially generous. In the current Lingyang Realm, immortal herbs above the eighth rank were things one could only encounter by chance and never seek out. Any single stalk could be sold for an astronomical price.

The feather and Crimson Nether Gold in Tian Xuanjing’s hands were bought by one Human Emperor for the price of two supreme-grade spirit veins. With those two materials as the main ingredients, it would be enough to forge an Emperor weapon.

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After this simple round of trade, the Heavenlords quickly bid farewell to Chu Hanzhou and departed one after another. Only Shi Lan was kept behind by Chu Hanzhou.

Chu Hanzhou took Shi Lan and Tian Bai out of the great hall and into a side hall.

Spirit tea had already been poured inside, clearly prepared long ago. Tian Bai very consciously remained outside the hall and did not enter.

“The speed of your growth in strength has surprised me.”

Chu Hanzhou dismissed the attendants to either side, took out a storage ring, and placed it on the table.

“What is this?”

Shi Lan asked in puzzlement.

“Spirit materials for repairing the primordial spirit.”

The very first time he had met her, Chu Hanzhou had already noticed that Shi Lan’s primordial spirit was damaged. But the timing for entering the realm had been fleeting, so he had only been able to hastily notify his subordinates to look after her once inside.

“Nie Lin’an is one of my people. Did you happen to encounter him?”

In an instant, Shi Lan understood. With a trace of apology, she said,

“Heavenlord Nie traveled with me for a time, but afterward the situation changed too quickly. Once we were separated, I was unable to look after him.”

That day, Nie Lin’an had left first. Shi Lan had thought he would be able to get away, but things often turned out contrary to expectation.

“What exactly happened inside the mausoleum?”

From the Heavenlords, Chu Hanzhou had already learned part of what had happened in the mausoleum, but he always felt that there was something else hidden beneath the surface.

“I saw Demon Emperor Huang Ze.”

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Leaving out some of the key details, Shi Lan told Chu Hanzhou about Huang Ze’s appearance and the heavenly punishment.

“Huang Ze was actually still alive?”

Chu Hanzhou’s brow furrowed tightly. This piece of news made him think of some rather ominous signs.

The world was about to fall into chaos, and strange aberrations would appear one after another.

“Cultivate as quickly as you can. The time left for you… may not be much.”

After a soft sigh, Chu Hanzhou rose and said,

“I must enter the Imperial Palace and report this matter to the Celestial Master. If you want to go back, have the person who brought you here send you directly. If you wish to stay here in seclusion, there are plenty of secret chambers.”

The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the hall. He left in great haste.

Shi Lan had no intention of staying long. Aside from repairing the injuries to her primordial spirit, she also needed to hurry to the Demon Domain and set up a spatial passage.

The distance between Lingyang and a great world was unimaginably vast. The energy required to establish a spatial passage would be an astronomical figure. With her current reserves, it might not be enough.

Perhaps she would even have to set her sights on the remaining few Supreme corpses.

She brought Tian Bai out of the palace. But just as they stepped out the main doors, a royal carriage appeared before Shi Lan.

“By order of King Xuan, I have come to send you on your way.”

Xue Tian, dressed in azure flood-dragon robes, cupped his hands in greeting and smiled.

“Where does Your Excellency wish to go?”

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Shi Lan pondered for a moment, then raised her head and said,

“Chengtian Domain, Xianwu City.”

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“You want to leave the Lingyang Realm?”

Inside the Feather Emperor Hall, Feng Yichuan frowned slightly as he looked at Qinglan in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

“Why?”

“What I cultivate is a path from beyond this world. Lingyang does not tolerate outsiders.”

Qinglan did not conceal anything and told him the truth. Without Feng Yichuan, the Lan Clan could never have risen to its present state. Since she had decided to leave, Qinglan had no reason not to tell him.

During this period of time, she had received a great deal of care from the Feather Emperor Hall.

After she left, whether they would ever meet again remained an open question.

Given Lingyang’s hostility to outsiders, unless the Heavenly Dao of the Lingyang Realm collapsed and its world barrier shattered, she would have no possibility of returning.

“What a pity.”

Feng Yichuan shook his head slightly.

“The structure of Lingyang is about to change. If you leave now, you will undoubtedly miss quite a few opportunities.”