I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 384 - 312: Timed Rescue

On this day, a sudden heavy pressure emanated from outside the Jingxin Pavilion, and Bai Changqing’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as he got up to meet it.

From the direction of the mountain gate, Chu Renxiong strode in, donned in an earthy yellow Daoist robe, carrying in his left hand a figure bound by Profound Iron chains.

It was Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao, his Daoist robe in tatters, blood at the corner of his mouth, his Primordial Spirit firmly suppressed by several runes, completely powerless to resist.

"Fellow Daoist Chu!"

Bai Changqing hurried forward, his gaze scanning Chu Renxiong’s body, anxiously asking:

"Where is the other one?"

Chu Renxiong’s face flashed a trace of regret as he heavily threw Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao to the ground, the chains dragged with an ear-piercing clatter:

"That Daoist had a rather fierce temperament. When I captured him with the geomagnetic cage, I found that there were nine layers of ’Soul-Burning Restrictions’ within his Primordial Spirit."

"Before I could perform the sealing skill, he activated the restriction and self-destructed, leaving not even a fragment of his Primordial Spirit."

With that, a wisp of earthy yellow Spirit Light appeared in his palm, within it a half-charred tripod fragment—a remnant of the Primordial Earth Magnetic Cauldron.

Upon hearing this, Bai Changqing’s brow furrowed slightly, but he relaxed right after, kicking the fallen Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao:

"No matter, having one is enough; the coordinates of the Celestial Abyss Realm must be hidden in his sea of consciousness."

He did not bother engaging with Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao, and directly pointed two fingers like a sword, gathering a strand of condensed Golden Qi at the tip, directly aiming at Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao’s forehead.

In Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed a trace of venomous malice, yet he was suppressed by the runes and couldn’t speak, powerless as he watched the Golden Qi invade his sea of consciousness.

Golden Qi surged into Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao’s sea of consciousness like a tide, as Bai Changqing carefully inspected every memory.

From asking the Dao in the Eastern Domain to smuggling into the Spirit Realm, from breaking out of Huangqiu Plain to being captured, he found not a shred of information about the coordinates of the Celestial Abyss Realm.

Growing more and more anxious, he pushed his Yang Spirit to the limit, even forcibly tearing apart some memory barriers of Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao, only to see fragments of a damaged Celestial Abyss Realm origin and realm coordinates thrown into chaos by some grand battle.

After a moment, Bai Changqing suddenly retracted his fingers, and Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao, as if struck heavily, spewed a mouthful of blood, collapsing unconscious to the ground.

Meanwhile, Bai Changqing’s face turned ashen like paper, his lips trembling, eyes filled with unbridled despair, his once upright figure now slightly hunched.

Seeing this, Chu Renxiong’s heart sank, and he hurried forward, using the same method to soul-search and delve into Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao’s sea of consciousness.

Moments later, he too frowned deeply, and upon retracting his hand, the Spirit Light in his palm was somewhat unstable.

Bai Changqing’s eyes were hollow, muttering:

"Celestial Abyss Realm... source tattered, ancient Void Refining cultivators invaded, realm coordinates already in utter chaos, these stowaways had no precise coordinates at all!"

Chu Renxiong, with a slightly hoarse voice, seeing the deathly pale Bai Changqing, hastily offered reassurance:

"Do not worry, Brother Daoist! That particular Small Thousand World is no simple matter, and also there’s Daoist Life-Annihilating, who held a Star Map, surely inheriting from Void Refining or even Integration cultivators!"

He took a step forward, lowering his voice:

"Daoist Life-Annihilating and Daoist Xihua have yet to be captured. The Star Map in their possession might hold coordinates for other Small Thousand Worlds! If we can capture them, the Longevity Dao Tribulation may well be solved!"

Upon hearing this, the despair in Bai Changqing’s eyes swiftly faded, as if clutching the last straw, his withered fingers clenched tight:

"Your words make sense, Fellow Daoist! Daoist Life-Annihilating... Chen Xihua... we must capture them no matter what! And that Golden-Winged Roc, being a Demon Race leader, surely knows more; hastily bring him here under escort!"

At this moment, he could no longer bother with formalities and immediately issued the directive to the Law Enforcement Elder to escort Golden Feather Demon Venerable.

Not long after, a voice thundered through the sky above the Bai Chu Sect like a clap of thunder.

The tremendous sound wave carried with it an intense scorching pressure, shaking the Spirit Light of the Sect’s Mountain Protection Array violently, the top grade Spirit Stones at the array hub instantly roasted red, covered in fine cracks:

"Bai Changqing, Chu Renxiong! Come out and meet your doom!"

The glazed tiles in the Sect Master’s Hall shattered, the beams and pillars smoldered under the heatwave, and both Bai Changqing and Chu Renxiong’s expressions changed drastically, glancing at each other and seeing the horror in each other’s eyes.

"Late-stage Void Refining, Taiyang Domain!"

The owner of this voice not only possessed profound cultivation but also commanded a top-level Dao Domain!

The two dared not hesitate, transforming into streams of gold and earth to rush out of the hall.

In the sky above the sect, a rift tens of thousands of feet wide had been torn in the void, spreading out golden clouds, on which hovered a miniature fiery sun, surrounded by countless Golden Flame Runes.

In the center of the golden clouds, an imposing Golden-Winged Roc stood proudly, its wings spread like descending clouds.

Each feather sparkled with the intense brilliance of Taiyang Fire, the flapping of its wings sent surging heat waves cascading down, causing the Mountain Protection Array of Bai Chu Sect to sizzle and crackle.

The late-stage Void Refining pressure it exuded was like a tidal wave, crushing down upon the entire sect.

Golden Core cultivators were flipped onto the ground by the heatwave, while Nascent Soul cultivators hastily summoned their ice-protecting magical treasures, yet still could not withstand the Taiyang Law’s erosion.

Only Divinity Transformation cultivators could barely maintain a spiritual shield, though their faces were pale as death, their spiritual power in disarray.

To the left of the Roc stood a cultivator dressed in a moon white Daoist robe, holding a sheep-fat jade duster, a Gilded Token inscribed with "Beiji Immortal Mansion" hanging from his waist, his appearance emaciated yet his demeanor composed, none other than the mid-stage Void Refining cultivator Xuanqing Daoist from Beiji Immortal Mansion.