Myriad Daos of the Heaven

The Mysterious Land, the path of return.

This was a place suppressed by the Celestial Dao.

Yet the three of them seemed completely unaffected.

On the first section of the path of return, Jiang Jichen, Qing Xun, and Blood Hand were indeed completely unaffected.

As they stood within the Mysterious Land, the suppressive power of the Celestial Dao descended upon them, impeding their progress.

But their strength was immense, and the Celestial Dao’s suppression on the first section of the path was simply not enough to hinder them.

During this process, Basic Level Celestial Dao Techniques automatically materialized in their minds, allowing them to comprehend them and grow stronger.

It wasn’t until they had surpassed several hundred people and finally reached the middle section of the Mysterious Land that Qing Xun and Blood Hand began to feel the tyrannical suppressive power of the Celestial Dao.

Only then did their pace finally slow.

Jiang Jichen’s appearance caused a stir among the crowd.

It was all because Jiang Jichen was simply too famous.

He had swept through the Foundation Establishment Celestial Refining Ancient Dao, killed geniuses from the Heavenly Dao Realm, annihilated Nascent Soul Realm experts, and slain Chang Xian’Er’s Dao Body.

Furthermore, he had dared to flirt with Nangong Wanyu and even escaped from her grasp.

Even though he had vanished for nearly a year, his name was still frequently mentioned.

Now that he had finally appeared in the Mysterious Land, on the ancient path of return, how could it not cause an uproar?

What left many people speechless with envy was that he had even brought two peerless beauties with him.

With all that, it was hard not to draw attention.

While the crowd was still in shock, someone’s expression suddenly changed as if they had just remembered something. "This is bad! Some people up ahead are besieging Jiang Jichen’s teammates! I heard someone was critically injured, almost to the point of death. This... a storm is coming!"

"Yeah, I heard they only managed to hold on because Fang Ying showed up and fought desperately to help them. But this is all just news from the front. We can’t go there to confirm it or see for ourselves."

"With Jiang Jichen back, something earth-shattering is bound to happen! Gods, I hate that I can’t go to the front to watch the battle!"

...

Hearing the exclamations from behind him, Jiang Jichen’s expression turned cold.

’I can’t believe it. Qingya and the others are in trouble up ahead, and it sounds dire.’

"I’m going ahead!"

Jiang Jichen said to Qing Xun and Blood Hand as he accelerated.

"Do you need our help?"

Qing Xun and Blood Hand asked.

"No need. I alone am enough to sweep through this place!"

Jiang Jichen spoke calmly, as if stating something perfectly ordinary and self-evident.

But because of this, he seemed all the more domineering and invincible, making Qing Xun and Blood Hand’s hearts tremble.

Then, Jiang Jichen suddenly unleashed his full speed. He shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, so fast it was as if he were running in a normal world, without any restrictions.

Never mind the others; even Qing Xun and Blood Hand were stunned by the sight.

They were already being hampered in the middle section of the Mysterious Land and had been forced to slow down, unable to move as they had at the beginning.

They had assumed the same was true for Jiang Jichen, but now it was clear he hadn’t been using his full strength at all. He had simply been matching their pace.

Now, he had let loose, rushing ahead. This was his true speed.

It was too fast, too astonishing.

The people in the middle section were left dumbfounded as they watched Jiang Jichen flash past them like a gust of wind.

"Jiang Jichen... he’s gotten stronger again!"

Although many felt displeased, they had no choice but to admit this fact.

Many of these people were disciples from Great Families and Major Sects who bore nothing but enmity toward Jiang Jichen.

However, someone sneered at that moment, "So what? He probably doesn’t even know who his opponents are. Going up there now is just suicide!"

"The Golden Robe Young Master Tianyao, several Young Masters of the Pavilion from the Heavenly Sword Academy, and a few others from the top seven of the Young Experts Ranking—they’re the ones taking action. No matter how strong Jiang Jichen is, he’s still just one man. How can he possibly defy the heavens?"

"Not only that, Nangong Wanyu is there. Once Jiang Jichen appears, he’ll inevitably have to face her."

"And we’ll miss such a good show."

"We might not miss it. If Jiang Jichen really shows up and confronts so many peerless geniuses, it’ll be a major event that could shake the entire Southern Continent. Someone might be willing to spend a fortune to use a Celestial-level Image Stone for a live broadcast..."

...

Many people knew a major event was about to unfold.

And sure enough, news of Jiang Jichen’s appearance in the Mysterious Land quickly spread to the front.

At that moment, about three-fifths of the way along the path of return in the Mysterious Land, Fang Ying was clashing with four supreme experts at the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm.

Soon, the four supreme experts of the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm were sent flying, heavily injured!

But Fang Ying was in an even worse state. He was more severely wounded and in danger of dying at any moment.

Behind him, Luo Xue was unconscious from her severe injuries, her breathing just a faint wisp. Qingya was taking care of her.

Of course, Qingya herself was also covered in blood, her aura unstable and her face pale. She was not in good shape.

The others—Ouyang Xue, Shii Xiaoyu, Fang Yunyi, and Fang Hong—were also heavily injured, with almost no fighting strength left.

Right now, Fang Ying was the only one still fighting!

Fang Ying was very strong. After a year at the Academy, he had a great fortuitous encounter and now wielded a terrifying broken sword. He had already killed three Spirit Infant Perfection Cultivators, severely wounded four, and slain or crippled more than a dozen other Cultivators below the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm.

The Ancient Dao was stained with blood, growing ever more desolate and cold.

Nearby, dozens of people surrounded them, ten of whom were Spirit Infant Perfection Cultivators.

Furthermore, the Golden Robe Young Master Tianyao, three Young Masters of the Pavilion from the Academy, and two experts from the top seven of the youth rankings were watching coldly from a distance, with no intention of making a move.

Fang Ying was strong, but he still wasn’t strong enough to force their hand.

At this moment, a Young Master of the Pavilion from the Academy’s Artifact Refining System said coldly, "Fang Ying, why be so stubborn? Take Fang Hong and leave. We can let you go!"

Fang Ying let out a breath. His expression was indifferent, but his voice held a firm resolve. "Sorry. Jiang Jichen saved my sister’s life. This is a debt I owe him, and it’s time to repay it. If you want to capture and kill them, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!"

"Hmph. Not only is Jiang Jichen someone we must kill, but the secrets of the ancient ruins they carry are also something we are determined to obtain. So, since you insist on being obstinate, you can just go and die!"

the sixth-ranked expert on the youth list said callously.

Fang Ying’s expression didn’t change. He held his broken sword horizontally before him, his gaze cold as he said, "So what if I’m alone? What is there to fear? Come on. Let’s fight!"

At this moment, even though he stood alone, his fighting spirit—fearless in the face of death, blazing like fire—was still a moving sight.

But as soon as Fang Ying’s voice fell, someone else replied, "Good brother, I’ll help you! I don’t care about Jiang Jichen, but nobody hurts a brother of Guo Qishan!"

To the astonishment of the crowd, another figure suddenly appeared on the field.

Guo Qishan!

Even Fang Ying was taken aback, somewhat baffled.

’Since when did I have a good brother like him?’

’He didn’t even know Guo Qishan, also known as Little Haas, did he?’

Fang Ying couldn’t help but look at Little Haas with a strange expression.