Myriad Daos of the Heaven

There was no dodging it!

There was no blocking it!

How could he survive?

Trapped within the sealed space created by the Four Directions Sealing Palm, Jiang Jichen was in the most hopeless of predicaments.

Little Skeleton had just killed Zhang the Half-Immortal and had no time to disengage and come to his aid.

As for his Seven-colored Spiritual Power, there was no time to unleash it either.

’Does this mean I’ve exhausted all my options? Is there not a single shred of hope left?’

The Grand Elder watched Jiang Jichen, his eyes filled with mockery.

He genuinely rejoiced at the deaths of the Elder Pharmacist and Zhang the Half-Immortal.

Now, everything Jiang Jichen possessed would be his. All it would take was this final palm strike.

BOOM!

The Four Directions Sealing Palm descended, unleashing a dazzling ripple of Spiritual Power.

But the Grand Elder felt his Four Directions Sealing Palm strike not Jiang Jichen’s body, but a piece of old, blood-colored cloth.

In that instant, Jiang Jichen had been completely enveloped by the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth, which blocked the Grand Elder’s single strike.

It was the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth, a gift from Qingya as he had charged out of the North City Gate. He never expected it would actually prove so crucial in a matter of life and death.

A moment ago, Jiang Jichen had poured all of his remaining strength into the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth, finally triggering its protective power.

’Saved by that woman again,’ Jiang Jichen thought. ’I owe her big time for this one!’

As the Grand Elder’s strike missed, he prepared to attack again, but Little Skeleton had already swayed behind him, its Little Bone Hand stabbing toward his heart.

Sensing the mortal danger, the Grand Elder abandoned his attack on Jiang Jichen and spun around to intercept Little Skeleton.

BOOM!

Little Skeleton was in bad shape, with less than thirty percent of its strength remaining. The Grand Elder easily sent it flying, and its entire frame was covered in countless cracks, threatening to shatter completely.

The Grand Elder’s figure flickered as he moved to deliver the final blow to Jiang Jichen. However, he suddenly felt his body constrict and saw the same blood-red old cloth wrapping around him.

This Blood-Saturated Old Cloth was simply too mystical. Its power changed depending on the user’s Realm, and it could be used for both offense and defense. Where Qingya had obtained such a treasure was a mystery.

With the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth binding the Grand Elder, Jiang Jichen ignored his own grievous injuries and rammed his body straight into him.

CRASH!

As their bodies collided, Jiang Jichen felt as if he were about to shatter. He had no choice but to desperately circulate the Undying Scripture, squeezing out the very last trace of Undying Power from his Great Innate Acupoint to keep his body from being destroyed.

Now that his Undying Scripture had broken through to the Second Turn Initial Realm, its terrifying power was already apparent.

As long as his life force was not extinguished, he could continuously wring out his body’s latent potential to preserve his physical form.

Jiang Jichen was in a wretched state, but the Grand Elder was only a Spirit Cultivator. His body was fragile, and with his Defense Dao completely suppressed by the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth, he couldn’t unleash its full power at all.

Thus, from that one collision, while the Grand Elder’s body hadn’t shattered, his Qi Sea was thrown into turmoil, and he was completely unable to gather his Spiritual Power.

Furthermore, Jiang Jichen’s ram had been calculated; it sent the Grand Elder flying right toward the nearby Little Skeleton.

By the time the Grand Elder realized what was happening, he could only scream in terror, "Don’t!"

However, Little Skeleton had been waiting. Its Little Bone Hand easily sliced open his throat.

"Everything I did... was for the sake of—"

"Agh!"

The Grand Elder never finished his last words before he breathed his last and died.

Jiang Jichen lay on the ground, gasping for air. He felt as if the last ounce of strength had been drained from his body; even the slightest movement was now an immense struggle.

But he knew he couldn’t stay here.

The Undying Scripture continued to wring out threads of potential from his body—at the cost of his own lifespan—and through sheer, indomitable willpower, Jiang Jichen forced himself to stand.

"Little Gray, we can’t stay here. Let’s go, now!"

Little Skeleton also stood with great difficulty, its body incredibly unsteady. Fortunately, its swaying Step Technique was at the level of Mastery; no matter how much it wobbled, traveling wouldn’t be a problem.

Just before leaving, Jiang Jichen took a Foundation Establishment Pill from Cang Songzi’s High-Level Storage Bag. He wrapped it in the Blood-Saturated Old Cloth, compressing it into a tiny, blood-red speck, and flicked it into the void.

As for the gravely wounded Second Elder of the Jiang Family, Jiang Qingyun, he lay not far off. His legs had been severed by Sword Qi, leaving him unable to walk. He could only gaze at Jiang Jichen with terror and pleading in his eyes. "Jiang Jichen, don’t kill me! I’m your second uncle!"

Jiang Jichen naturally wanted to kill such a shameless and heartless man, but he simply didn’t have the strength to spare.

He could only say helplessly, "So now you remember you’re my uncle? When have you ever treated me as your nephew? I’ll spare you today, but if I find you committing such evil again, I will surely take your life!"

As he spoke, Jiang Jichen was already rushing toward the Moonlight Forest.

Only when he saw that Jiang Jichen and Little Skeleton were truly gone, without a single glance back, did Jiang Qingyun finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But a new thought immediately festered in his heart. ’Jiang Jichen, I will remember this debt for my legs. Hmph!’

They were still some distance from the Moonlight Forest, but Jiang Jichen didn’t stick to the main road. Instead, he led Little Skeleton into the mountain woods, planning to cut through the desolate wilderness to reach the forest.

Jiang Jichen’s decision was clearly a wise one. Not long after, Shii Xiaoyu, Jiang Song, and their party happened to be returning along that very road. Had Jiang Jichen stayed on the main path, he would have inevitably run right into them.

Shii Xiaoyu and the others saw the scene of the battle on the ground, as well as the grievously wounded Jiang Qingyun.

After hearing what Jiang Qingyun had to say, Jiang Song and the others realized they had missed Jiang Jichen, and looks of regret appeared on their faces.

It was clearly too late to give chase now.

The siege of Jiang Jichen in Cyan Moon City had finally come to an end, and the city fell quiet once more. But the stench of blood still lingered in the air, and it was as if people could still hear that voice echoing through the sky: "Haha... Then let’s have another round! A satisfying slaughter, a hearty battle!"

Like an undying battle hymn, it forged a new legend.

The combined forces of the Celestial Pearl Country’s royal family, the elites of the Noble Family Sects, and the many experts from the Feng Family had ultimately failed to stop a single youth at the Innate Third Realm Perfect Realm.

He had beheaded a Prince and slain the Young Master of the Feng Family!

Wasn’t each of these a shocking event in its own right?

But that was nothing. In the end, he had used an Ultimate Killing Artifact to brutally refine several Minor Grandmasters and hundreds of experts from the Celestial Pearl Country to death. That bloody spectacle had become a nightmare seared into the minds of countless Cultivators.

And just after Jiang Jichen had escaped, several powerful auras descended upon Cyan Moon City, materializing outside the gates of the Heavenly Sword Alliance.

One was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and behind him followed two experts at the Grandmaster Realm!

Everyone was utterly shocked. It felt as though the very heavens were changing. The perpetually quiet Cyan Moon City had been rocked by one major event after another, with a constant stream of figures at the Grandmaster level and above descending upon it. It was almost more than many people’s hearts could take.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, I merely wish to inquire about the whereabouts of my uncle, Cang Songzi. I wonder, would you be so kind as to inform me?"

A calm voice rang out, reverberating throughout the entirety of Cyan Moon City.

The voice was deliberately projected for the entire city to hear, carrying an unmistakable threat: if anyone knew something and kept silent, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Though the voice was calm, the attitude behind it was incomparably imperious and intimidating!