My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1506 - 561: Grand Luo Heaven Evolution Array

"Yuanxiu!!!"

The long-browed elder roared with a furious glare, charging forward with his bare hands.

The result, unsurprisingly, was the same as his disciple's; both succumbed in an instant.

Chen Sansi withdrew the ban on all laws, took out the Tai Yi Transport Silk, absorbed the fortune from Murong Yuanshou's body, and fled into the void before the many elders of Kunpeng Palace could arrive, quickly distancing himself from this place.

Nine!

Still short of nine!

He did not rest for a moment and immediately went toward the next target.

In just sixty days.

Twelve individuals with fortune had died five violent deaths.

The news spread quickly.

The cultivators in the workshop speculated who was behind it, and at the same time, they all held high expectations.

Because if only one of the twelve remained, it would mean the Human Race would give birth to an Immortal Emperor, perhaps then Ding Xiu could be stopped, and the blood sacrifice would not occur.

"Are they all gathered together?"

In a teahouse in a workshop, Chen Sansi had just received the news.

The remaining six, upon hearing of the previous five's deaths, had proactively gathered together, intending first to deal with himself jointly, and then compete amongst themselves.

The White Jade Spirit Snake scoffed, "These people have saved the master the trouble of finding them one by one."

"You fool."

The blue bird said, "They dare gather together, they must be ready and have set a trap waiting for the master."

"Then..."

Shan Tuichen said, "What should we do next?"

"There are no particular methods or schemes."

Chen Sansi said expressionlessly, "Since they have set the board, I will go. Shan Tuichen, you and your wife go and send them a message: within three days, anyone willing to voluntarily surrender their fortune, I will spare their life. I advise them not to harbor illusions, no one can save them, not even Li Zhiming."

"Yes!"

Shan Tuichen took his orders and left.

About two days later.

At dusk, a middle-aged man, looking lost and dejected, walked into the teahouse.

"You must be Chu Wangshu, Daoist Chu."

Chen Sansi rose and cupped his hands, "I've long admired your name."

"You are Chen Sansi?"

Chu Wangshu chuckled awkwardly, "You seem more affable than I imagined."

"Where are the others?"

Chen Sansi asked lightly, "Are you alone?"

"Just me alone."

Chu Wangshu said solemnly, "The remaining five all want to fight you for their Dao path, but I'm afraid of dying, knowing I'm no match, and reluctant to part with my cultivation, so I came to find you."

"Very wise."

Chen Sansi responded calmly, "I don't intend to kill indiscriminately."

"Actually, I think Ding Xiu is correct."

Chu Wangshu said slowly, "Though cruel, the Heavenly Dao must be maintained. Do you, Daoist Chen, intend to see your cultivation become nothing in the end?"

"These philosophical debates, Daoist Chu, should be saved for others in the future."

Chen Sansi evidently lacked patience.

"Very well."

Chu Wangshu sighed bitterly and relaxed his body, "My share is yours."

The Tai Yi Transport Silk gradually unfolded, extending the array patterns and absorbing the fortune from his body.

The last five people!

Chen Sansi stood up, ready to head to the location where the rest had gathered.

...

Oblique Moon Valley.

This place.

Gathered the last people of the Human Race with fortune.

Su Dongming, Yun Qingzi, Buddha Lianhua, Luo Yunshu, and Wang Jun.

They stood under a Bodhi Tree, their faces showing various expressions.

"It's quite absurd."

Yun Qingzi said self-mockingly, "We are all cultivators of the same realm, yet in front of this person, we must huddle together for warmth."

"Nothing absurd about it."

Su Dongming said coldly, "The notion of realms is just a term invented by Immortals for convenience, not representing strength. The gap between Qi Refining cultivators is like a chasm, so naturally, the gap between quasi-emperors will not be small either. Otherwise, the senior Li Zhiming would not have concluded that we would certainly die at the hands of this Chen fellow."

"I don't believe it!"

Yun Qingzi gritted his teeth and said, "After practicing for thousands of years, which of us hasn't weathered great storms? Why should we die just at this Chen's hands?!!"

"And you?"

Su Dongming looked to the side, "Luo Yunshu, do you believe we will die?"

Luo Yunshu responded calmly, "We have less than half a chance, it's not certain death. As for whether we can seize this faint hope, it depends on our efforts."

"Monk!"

Su Dongming turned to the Buddha, "You often claim to perceive the future and understand karma, what outcome do you foresee for us?"

"Amitabha."

Buddha Lianhua joined his palms, "Goodness, goodness."

"Bald donkey!"

Yun Qingzi cursed, "At this time, can't you speak plainly?!"

"Amitabha."

Buddha Lianhua said unhurriedly, "Life and death are both illusions, silence is bliss. Today's Nirvana, achieving great freedom, is goodness; casting off this mortal shell, reaching the blissful shore, is also goodness."

To put it simply, he believed whether they lived or died today, it was a good thing.

"A dog won't spit out ivory!"

Yun Qingzi turned to a meditating cultivator in the corner, who sat cross-legged and silent, "Daoist Wang Jun, what are your thoughts?"

Wang Jun slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the Tai Yi Demon Subduing Sword resting on his knees, saying nothing for a long time.

"Mute!"

Yun Qingzi couldn't be bothered to ask further.

"Alright, it's meaningless to talk so much here."

Luo Yunshu spoke up, "According to the time, that person should be arriving soon. We might as well make the final preparations, take out our hidden skills, that's our only path to survival."

"Boys!"

The shadow of the old blind man appeared above the valley, "According to the previous arrangement, take your positions. Whether you survive this tribulation depends on tonight."