Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 601 - 376 Rebirth and Locking Target_2

Chapter 601 -376 Rebirth and Locking Target_2

This made it even more evident that Rebirth Hall, or perhaps the Qiu Emperor Tomb, must hold some significant importance for the “Sect Leader.”

The so-called “opportunity for enlightenment” most likely falls within these two locations.

However, Zhao Sheng still had many doubts. If the truth were that simple, why… had the mysterious sect leader not directly revealed the truth beforehand, instead of not mentioning it at all?

From this, it was clear that the Qiu Emperor Tomb was exceedingly dangerous, perhaps even a deadly place where no life could prevail.

Zhao Sheng looked up at the sky; at this time, the twin suns were setting behind the mountains, and dusk was gradually descending.

“Last time, did you notice that the day seemed to pass very quickly, while this time, it has significantly slowed down?”

Upon hearing what Zhao Sheng said, Fellow Daoist Ling Luo’s eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of surprise.

“Before Fellow Daoist mentioned it, this palace had not noticed the difference. It seems, this world is exceedingly unusual. Fellow Daoist must have also noticed. This reincarnation, we also paid a price, our spirit involuntarily reduced a part. You understand what this means, don’t you?”

“Such a simple inference doesn’t need reminding from a fellow Daoist. Alright, I, someone Zhao, agree to our alliance.”

Thus, two people, each with their own thoughts, temporarily joined hands.

Although it wasn’t spelled out, both knew that when they found “that thing,” the moment would mark the end of the alliance.

Seeing that night was falling, Fellow Daoist Ling Luo’s expression revealed a bit of urgency, and she couldn’t help but urge, “Fellow Daoist Zhao, how about we set off for the Qiu Emperor Tomb right now?”

Zhao Sheng looked toward the heavenly curtain, where the stars gradually emerged, twinkling with faint starlight.

“No rush, let’s kill someone first to verify Zhao’s view,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Saintess Ling Luo suddenly realized and instantly understood the hidden intent in Zhao Sheng’s words.

“Fellow Daoist makes sense. This palace knows where Daoist Miao Miao is, let’s kill him first.”

“Very well, please lead the way, fellow Daoist!”

In an instant, two streaks of light, one red and one white, flew out of the pavilion, swiftly soared high into the sky, and sped toward Spirit Medicine Mountain in the southwest.

…

Just after a dozen or so breaths, the two had flown twenty li and descended into a sizeably large Spirit Medicine Garden.

In the Garden, strands of thousand-year-old spiritual medicine vied for brilliance, emitting a faint spirit light, with medicinal energy filling the area.

At that moment, Daoist Miao Miao was walking around the garden, seemingly in search of something critically important.

Suddenly, he raised his head and saw Zhao Sheng and Ling Luo flying toward him together.

Upon witnessing this scene, without a second thought, his body flashed with water light and a vividly lifelike Water Dragon burst forth, wrapping around him and soaring into the sky, quickly fleeing towards the horizon.

However, he was ultimately a step too late.

Saintess Ling Luo took a step forward, her figure vanishing like a flash of electric light.

The next instant, she appeared a hundred yards away, right in front of the Water Dragon, and then she thrust out a punch.

Boom

The sky thundered and exploded, a thick column of fist light smashed onto the Water Dragon. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

In just an instant, the Water Dragon shattered, turning into a violent rainstorm that fell to the earth.

As the rainstorm flew, a water light separated from it, rising into the air and revealing Daoist Miao Miao’s figure.

At that moment, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and a deep fist seal was evident on his chest.

“Ling Luo, you… not good—puh!”

Daoist Miao Miao had just begun to speak when his complexion drastically changed.

Before he realized it, a ghost-like shadow had quietly appeared behind him.

As the shadow emerged, an Invisible Sword Light silently plunged into Daoist Miao Miao’s back, his True Essence Shield, under the sword light, was like a layer of window paper, easily punctured.

Daoist Miao Miao violently spurted fresh blood, the rampaging Sword Qi had severely damaged his meridians and internal organs.

Ordinarily, Daoist Miao Miao’s strength should not have been so lacking.

But who could have expected this world to be so special, where no external objects could be brought in, one could only rely on the true body formed from their own spirit to combat enemies.

For Zhao Sheng, who had lived seven lifetimes, this world was almost like his home field, where in terms of the robustness and resilience of spirit, he was unmatched among his peers.

“Spare… my… life… ah!”

Before Daoist Miao Miao could finish his words, he let out a ghastly scream. Thousands of Sword Lights burst out from within his body, followed by his body being overwhelmed by the Sword Lights and exploding into a bright burst of light.

In an instant, his entire person was reduced to ashes.

Not far away, Saintess Ling Luo witnessed this terrifying scene. On the surface, she remained composed, but inside she was secretly shocked and became even more cautious of the person in front of her.

Zhao Sheng flew over, his face showing some surprise, “I didn’t expect Daoist Miao Miao to be so unguarded.”

Ling Luo shook her head meaningfully, “It’s not that Daoist Miao Miao was unguarded, but rather your technique of the Divine Split is too much like Divine Transformation.”

“Is it? Fellow Daoist Ling Luo flatters me,” Zhao Sheng said, then changed the subject, reminding her, “We can now head to the Qiu Emperor Tomb.”

No sooner had he spoken than a giant eagle made of light suddenly rose in the distant mountains and sped towards them.

In the blink of an eye, the giant eagle arrived close to them and the light dissipated, revealing an emaciated old man, who was Xin Baiqin.

“Haha, Ling Luo, you’re here too! It’s perfect. If we join forces, we will surely be invincible. That treasure will certainly not escape our hands.”

It was unclear whether Xin Baiqin was oblivious or did it deliberately.

He had ignored Zhao Sheng completely, extending the invitation only to Saintess Ling Luo.

It must be said, the thoughts of the wise are always the same.

Not only did Ling Luo have the idea to form an alliance, but Xin Baiqin did as well, albeit his only target for the alliance was Ling Luo.

“Xin Baiqin, you’re too late. I already have someone in mind. Let’s not talk about joining forces,” Saintess Ling Luo said indifferently.

“Is it this young man?!” Xin Baiqin looked sharply at Zhao Sheng upon hearing this, his eyes fierce and eager for a fight.

Seeing this, Ling Luo gracefully stepped forward, standing next to Zhao Sheng, subtly ready for a confrontation.

Zhao Sheng remained silent and a layer of white light slowly surfaced on his hands held by his sides, the light swirling with Sword Intent, gradually releasing a sharp and unmatched aura.

“Fight!” At that moment, a Divine Sense entered his mind, and Zhao Sheng’s eyes sharpened, ready to strike.

Who knew that Xin Baiqin, as if he had anticipated it, transformed into a Sky-breaking Falcon with knife-like wings in a moment of apparent fright, a flash of light appeared, and he had already fled more than two miles away in what seemed like instantaneous movement.

After a few flashes, Xin Baiqin had disappeared into the depths of the night, momentarily eluding their pursuit.

Zhao Sheng was unconcerned about his escape and merely said calmly, “Let us go! To the Qiu Emperor Tomb to see some old friends.”

The Qiu Emperor Tomb was an absolutely secret Forbidden Land within the Qiu Ling Sect, unknown to almost anyone except the Nascent Soul Ancestors of the sect.

However, the location of the Qiu Emperor Tomb was no longer a secret to Zhao Sheng and his companions.

Because directly beneath that pit was the location of the Qiu Emperor Tomb.

After comparing with locations like the Artifact Refining Peak, Alchemy Peak, and Scripture Pavilion, Zhao Sheng quickly found the “pit.”

Comparatively, beneath today’s deep pit was the Qiu Ling Sect’s Ancestor Hall.

Twenty miles away at a hill, Zhao Sheng gazed at the Ancestor Hall protected by a Formation, his expression contemplative.

Next to him, Ling Luo surveyed the surroundings with a solemn expression, and transmitted via Divine Sense, “Fellow Daoist Zhao, I faintly sense three presences. How many do you detect?”

“Five, no less. Among them are Brother Xiao, Xin Baiqin, Taoist Bo Suan, and the remaining two are likely Zuo Lingsun and Purple Jade Fairy. As for the others, I’m not certain if they’ve come or not,” he replied.

Hearing this, Ling Luo frowned slightly and transmitted again, “How shall we break the situation?”

“Staying still is better than acting rashly! Someone will inevitably become impatient, plus… there isn’t much time left.”

No sooner had Zhao Sheng finished speaking than a golden tunneling light suddenly pierced the night, landing in front of the Ancestor Hall.

The light dimmed, revealing a robust tall man, the Heavenly Tyrant.

Seeing him, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “Heavenly Tyrant! Is he… that impatient, or is it overconfidence?”

Shortly thereafter, the Formation’s protective shield outside the Ancestor Hall suddenly split, creating a pathway, and the Heavenly Tyrant walked in smoothly.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng was struck by a realization. “Identity,” it turned out, was to be used here.

Just then, Ling Luo transmitted to him, “Let’s go as well! Otherwise, Heavenly Tyrant might take all the advantages for himself.”

Zhao Sheng nodded, about to move, but then he sighed deeply, looking up towards the heavenly curtain.

“Late again this time, let’s come a bit earlier next time!”

As these words fell, the stars in the sky vanished, and darkness followed.

The world began to reset once again!