Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

"The Beiming Sword Sect has alchemy prodigies of our own, and their potential isn't necessarily any worse than Ling Fei's," Beiming Huahai said abruptly.

He, too, wanted to win over Master Xuan Ji.

"And yet, no one from your Beiming Sword Sect has ever successfully refined a Great Sun Golden Core. The Yuan Feng Pill King, however, has," said Master Xuan Ji.

"So, Master, you're truly determined to stop me in this matter?" Beiming Huahai's gaze darkened.

"The Buddha taught that to give others a chance at life is to give yourself one," Master Xuan Ji replied.

"Will any of you interfere?" Suddenly, a glint appeared in Beiming Huahai's eyes as he stared at the Mist Mountain Abyss where Ling Fei had disappeared.

"This is a conflict among the younger generation. We will not interfere," Master Xuan Ji said with a smile. "To become a Pill King, one must be tempered. If he cannot even overcome this crisis, how could I possibly expect him to refine a Great Sun Golden Core?" This was also a test for Ling Fei.

"Good. In that case, I will grant you this, Master." Hearing this, a glint flashed in Beiming Huahai's eyes.

'As long as these Nascent Soul Realm and Divine Mansion Realm powerhouses don't interfere, killing Ling Fei will be as easy as flipping my hand.'

'And Ling Fei is already injured!'

After this exchange, Beiming Huahai's aura gradually receded, and he ceased his attacks on Yuan Huaitian.

Three Divine Mansion Realm powerhouses stood silently in the void, their gazes unanimously locked on the Fallen Star Abyss.

"It seems the Divine Mansion Realm powerhouses have reached an agreement," the cultivators from the various sects muttered upon seeing this.

"But if no one steps in to save him, Ling Fei will almost certainly perish here."

Amid the discussion, the crowd quickly turned their attention back to Ling Fei.

'I hope you can pull through this,' Sect Leader Yuan muttered, his imperious gaze fixed on the Mist Mountain Abyss.

He had anticipated this day when he first agreed to Ling Fei's request. That was why Sect Leader Yuan had reached out to Master Xuan Ji of the Great Sun Thunder Sound Temple ahead of time.

Ultimately, however, the outcome still depended on Ling Fei's own destiny.

'I hope, as he claimed, that everything is under control.'

Although a thread of worry remained in his heart, Sect Leader Yuan could only place all his hope in Ling Fei.

At this point, he could no longer intervene.

...

The Mist Mountain Abyss was not particularly large.

It earned its name because it was perennially shrouded in clouds and mist, preventing people from freely entering or exiting.

Of course, what truly made it fearsome was the fact that Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses had once perished within its depths.

Ling Fei had just entered it, and behind him, Celestial Pill Realm cultivators from the Four Major Sects were in hot pursuit.

They had originally thought they could kill Ling Fei in an instant, but upon reaching the mountain abyss, they discovered it wasn't so simple.

Ling Fei appeared gravely injured, yet he still possessed the strength to counter-attack.

Coupled with the abyss's swirling mist and sudden gales, surrounding and killing Ling Fei was not so easy.

"His combat strength is constantly weakening." Wen Qianhai and the others, however, were still burning with anticipation.

After several clashes, they had discovered that Ling Fei's fighting ability grew weaker with each exchange.

Yet, Ling Fei always managed to escape just in time, as if he were extremely familiar with the terrain.

And so, their pursuit lasted for a full half-hour.

At last, Ling Fei appeared before a cliff face.

Here, though still wreathed in mist, the Dragon Qi was clearly much denser than elsewhere.

Ling Fei landed, and the Golden Eagle vanished into the Dragon Bone Space.

The next moment, he gazed ahead.

On the cliff face before him, Light Patterns flickered, emitting an esoteric fluctuation.

'This is the place.' A smile curved Ling Fei's lips.

A closer look revealed a number of scattered weapons in the area before him.

They were relics left by predecessors who had stumbled into this place by mistake.

"Heh, Ling Fei, where can you run to now?" After Ling Fei touched down, Wen Qianhai and the others landed one by one behind him.

WHOOSH!

In an instant, over a hundred Celestial Pill Realm cultivators had appeared.

'It's a pity that Beichen Feng didn't come.' Ling Fei's gaze swept over them, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Among these Celestial Pill Realm cultivators, only twenty were from the Beiming Sword Sect.

'But this will do.'

His gaze quickly sharpened. He stared at the crowd and said, "Just the lot of you? It won't be so easy to kill me."

"Still acting tough at a time like this?" Wen Qianhai sneered. "Let me tell you, outside, the Beiming Sect Leader is already battling your Lingyun Sect Leader."

"There's no one left to save you now."

'With no Nascent Soul Realm experts interfering, dealing with Ling Fei will be child's play.'

"Enough nonsense. If you have what it takes, then come and kill me!" Ling Fei snorted coldly.

"Kill!"

As the cold snort rang out, Wen Qianhai immediately made his move.

The surrounding Celestial Pill Realm cultivators attacked in unison.

In the mountain abyss, sword light tore through the mist. A dazzling radiance enveloped the area as the attacks shot toward Ling Fei.

Ling Fei struck, his Long Sword flashing out with a Sword Momentum like a dragon, but he was forced to retreat again and again.

PTHOO!

Ling Fei was sent flying, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood before landing some distance away.

After scrambling to his feet, he transformed into a streak of rainbow light and shot toward a cave in the cliff face.

"After him! Kill him!"

"Kill him, and we can get those Profound Spirit Treasures!" Seeing Ling Fei fleeing in disarray, the members of the three sects grew feverish with greed.

Even the eyes of the Beiming Sword Sect disciples turned red with avarice.

'We should have let Young Master Beichen Feng come,' someone lamented.

With no one in charge, even if they killed Ling Fei, they wouldn't be able to claim the Profound Spirit Treasures for themselves.

The thought was galling.

Just as they surged forward to kill Ling Fei, an expanse of Array Patterns suddenly materialized in the area, and an esoteric fluctuation rippled outward.

The Light Patterns enveloped a ten-thousand-meter radius, and an incredibly terrifying aura bore down on them.

The next moment, light and shadow flickered, and sharp blades descended from the sky, raining down upon the crowd.

"Oh no, it's an Array Restriction!"

"We've triggered a Restriction! Run!" As the blades fell, everyone from the Four Major Sects panicked.

Wen Qianhai and the others hastily struck out, trying to block the assault.

But the blades manifested by the Restriction were far too powerful. With a single flash of light, they shattered even the attacks launched from their Profound Spirit Treasures.

SWISH, SWISH!

In the next instant, the Restriction's blades descended, cutting down the Celestial Pill Realm cultivators one after another.

"AHHH!"

"How can there be such a powerful Restriction?!"

"Where's Ling Fei? Why can't I see him?" As cries of anguish filled the air, the members of the Four Great Sects grew frantic.

Some even darted their eyes around, trying to find any trace of Ling Fei.

But before they could see anything, the Restriction's blades of light descended, and they fell, one after another.

In just a few moments, all one hundred and nineteen Celestial Pill Realm experts from the Four Major Sects had perished. Not a single one survived.

'The Restriction in the Mist Mountain Abyss was triggered?' At that moment, Sect Leader Yuan and Beiming Huahai had just ceased their fight. But as their Heart Spirits stirred, they sensed the atmospheric fluctuations from the mountain abyss. The cultivators from all the sects tensed, releasing their own Heart Spirits to perceive the situation there.

"Qianhai's Soul Qi has vanished."

"Zi Cheng's Soul Qi is gone too."

"..."

As the powerhouses spread their Heart Spirits, several elders discovered that the Soul Qi of their sects' juniors had vanished from their Waist Tokens.

This meant one thing: death!

"They're all dead?" After a brief investigation, everyone realized that all who had entered the mountain abyss were dead.

"All of them are dead?" On the mountain peak, Beichen Feng's brow furrowed tightly. "How could this have happened?"

He found the matter unbelievable.

'I was wary of this Mountain Abyss before, but not to this degree!'

He had the faint feeling that an invisible hand was orchestrating everything.

A chill ran down his spine.