Chapter 499 - 290: An Old Acquaintance, True Core Talisman Treasure
Chapter 499: Chapter 290: An Old Acquaintance, True Core Talisman Treasure
The border between the territories of Cyan Mist Temple and the Purple Extreme Sect is a mountain range stretching for several hundred miles. It is particularly rugged but not very high, and it is known as Dragon Fall Ridge.
Legend has it that in ancient times, a True Dragon fell here. Its bones became the mountain ridges, and its blood soaked the earth. This caused the Spiritual Qi in the area to be abundant, yet tinged with a faint, ferocious aura.
It was not a suitable place for cultivators to reside or practice their cultivation for long.
At this moment, Lin Changheng was standing on a cyan Dharma Ship, streaking across the sky like a beam of light, about to fly across Dragon Fall Ridge.
He no longer looked like his previous "Alchemist Lin" persona. Instead, he had subtly adjusted his physique and appearance, traveling in a different guise.
He wore tight-fitting black attire, his complexion dark and his features unremarkable. Yet, his expression held a hint of determination, and his gaze was resolute.
He gave off an impression of an unshakeable will.
It was the very image of "Li Feiyu," an identity last seen during the auction at the Immortal City.
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Previously, when traveling between the Purple Extreme Sect and Cyan Mist Temple, Lin Changheng had not taken this path. He used to go by way of Floating Immortal City, but now he couldn’t be bothered to take the detour and flew directly across Dragon Fall Ridge, which was much faster.
It saved him at least five hundred miles of travel.
It was dusk, and the setting sun was the color of blood, staining the western sky a tragic yet beautiful crimson. An afterglow like clotted blood spilled over the jagged peaks below, edging the dark green primeval forest with an ominous red.
The deep canyons were filled with shifting shadows, like the gaping maws of colossal beasts.
Lin Changheng, however, remained calm. A faint layer of Spiritual Light enveloped his Dharma Ship, keeping out the howling mountain winds and the pervasive, ferocious aura.
His sharp gaze swept over the terrain below, as if pondering whether the tales of the fallen dragon were true. After all, a True Dragon was one of the most powerful True Spirits in existence. If any of its Essence Blood remained, a single drop might be enough for a successful Spirit Stealing.
As he mulled this over, he kept the Dharma Ship speeding onward without the slightest pause.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and the Dharma Ship’s speed subtly slowed.
He whipped his head around, staring intently in a certain direction.
His exceptionally keen Divine Sense and physical senses had detected something: faint, chaotic fluctuations of Spiritual Qi coming from that direction, mixed with the sharp clang of metal on metal and the stir of powerful shockwaves.
’A fight?’
Lin Changheng’s eyes narrowed. Instantly, the three lights converged within his pupils, and it was as if an illusory eye silently opened within them, projecting Divine Light forward like a torch beam.
’People really are fighting!’
And the disturbance was growing closer; it looked like they were fighting on the move, a chase heading in his direction!
However, in a place like this, murder for treasure and killings born of grudges were commonplace.
He was not the type to meddle in others’ affairs. Without hesitation, he poured Magical Power into the Dharma Ship beneath his feet. The bow of the vessel dipped, and it shot downward.
In moments, he vanished into the dense forest below, leaving no trace of his presence in the sky.
That wasn’t enough. Lin Changheng immediately activated the Concealing Breath Demon Technique. His aura instantly became faint and ethereal, blending in with the surrounding environment. If not for a Core Formation Cultivator meticulously scanning the area with their Divine Sense, he would likely go completely unnoticed.
’Once they finish their fight and the chase moves on, they surely won’t linger. Then I can continue on my way.’
The thought had barely crossed his mind when, in the next instant, several urgent whooshes echoed from far to near!
Above the forest ahead, two faltering Escape Lights—one cyan, one white—fled for their lives. They were doggedly pursued by three other Escape Lights of different colors, each one radiating a murderous aura!
SWOOSH—BOOM!
A crimson Fire Arrow shot out from behind, precisely striking the edge of the white Escape Light. Fortunately, a Magical Power Shield manifested just in time to block it, exploding in a ball of fire.
But the white Escape Light still trembled violently, its speed dropping sharply as its glow dimmed. It had clearly been significantly impacted.
This slowdown closed the gap between it and the three pursuing Escape Lights even further.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A Foul Blood Net unfurled in the sky, flying in from behind with a series of whining sounds, swooping down to envelop them.
Another attack, a massive Void hand condensed from Magical Power, rose from below and grabbed at the white Escape Light like a giant reaching into a pouch! With attacks from above and below, the white Escape Light was on the verge of being completely trapped!
Unable to escape further, the white Escape Light dissipated, revealing the figure within, who was forced to confront the attacks head-on.
It was a figure dressed in white robes in the style of a Male Cultivator. The person had a slender build, their hair tied up in a crown, a face like polished jade, bright eyes, and pearly white teeth. All signs pointed to them being a handsome man.
But with Lin Changheng’s keen eyesight, he recognized at a single glance—this person was clearly a woman disguised as a man! What’s more, she looked somewhat familiar.
Although he was hiding below, he was keeping a close watch on the situation in the sky. If anything seemed amiss, he had to make a quick decision and bolt immediately if necessary.
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Just at this critical juncture...
CLANG—!
A clear sword cry, like the shriek of a crane from the highest heavens, suddenly rang out!
The other fleeing light, the cyan one, had shot forward dozens of yards in one breath. But instead of taking the opportunity to accelerate and flee, leaving their Fellow Daoist behind to face the disaster, it twisted mid-flight, carving an arc to return to the side of the white Escape Light.
From within the cultivator’s sleeve, a beam of iridescent light shot out, erupting in a brilliant cyan glow. It transformed into a decisive, cyan streak—not aimed at the Blood Net or the giant hand, but serving as both offense and defense, stabbing directly toward the one among the three pursuers behind them—the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator who was controlling the Blood Net!