Amidst the shattered Star River, four figures stood like eternal Divine Peaks, their auras intertwining and clashing, stirring the yet unsettled currents of chaotic Laws. The remnants of the Stars trembled silently under the invisible pressure.
"You have no idea what calamity you have wrought, Chu Zheng is the root of this eternal catastrophe!"
Fu Pinglan roared lowly, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving as each breath was heavy as bellows, Blood Qi gushing with his panting, staining the surrounding starry sky with red.
After a while, the boiling killing intent was forcibly suppressed, and he spoke again, his voice as weighty as millennia-old Cold Iron:
"The Holy Spirit Plate... must contain the coordinates of Chu Zheng's whereabouts."
His gaze pierced through the Void, looking towards the direction of the Immortal Alliance, carrying an all-consuming obsession:
"Go to the Immortal Alliance, get the coordinates, then I... will personally go to the Vast Universe..."
"To slay him—!"
He had not given up, vowing to pursue into the Vast Universe, swearing to slay Chu Zheng.
"Enough!"
On Ji Zhouyin's previously undisturbed face, for the first ti, a visible emotional turmoil appeared, and in his always deep and calm eyes, a repressed thunderstorm now brewed, surging with barely contained hidden anger.
He stepped forward, his gray robe moving without wind, the surrounding chaotic temporal currents were instantly smoothed by an invisible great power, his voice no longer calm but reprimanding:
"Haven't you caused enough trouble?!"
"Years ago, the Martial Ancestor foretold for Song Lingxue, saying she was destined to die by the hands of her relatives, yet you knew this all along!"
Ji Zhouyin's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if to completely dissect Fu Pinglan's visage:
"Yet today, you still chose to defy fate and forcibly change her destiny."
His voice suddenly heightened, carrying a hint of helplessness:
"I refrained from interfering when you captured Chu Zheng, did not stop you in your ventures, this was already helping you, hoping you would realize your mistakes and let go, yet you ultimately failed to do so!"
Ji Zhouyin's gaze swept over Fu Pinglan's right arm, finally turning into a heavy sigh:
"Why do you still refuse to accept fate? Why engage in this futile struggle?!"
"Accept fate?!"
Fu Pinglan seed like a thoroughly ignited powder keg, Ji Zhouyin's ntion of the Martial Ancestor's prophecy and the recent events did not quell his anger, but rather fanned the flas.
He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixated on Ji Zhouyin, roaring with discontent:
"Just because of Yan Feng's words?! Just because he said there is no hope for the Martial Path in this era, does that an there truly isn't any? Shall I just wait for death?!"
Saying this, Fu Pinglan took a deep breath, his expression cold and resolute.
He no longer looked at Ji Zhouyin, no longer at the weakly breathing Wan Wenfeng, his gaze, like an eagle targeting its prey, pierced through the shattered Star River, towards the direction of the Immortal Alliance.
In the next mont, Fu Pinglan's figure transford into a chaotic stream of light tearing through the starry sky, carrying a resolute and unyielding killing intent, charging fiercely towards the territory of the Immortal Alliance.
Leaving only a cold, bone-chilling statent, echoing long in the dead silence of the Star River:
"In this life... I don't believe in fate, only one of Zheng Chu and I shall live, slaying Zheng Chu, my rit will echo through the ages, I am not wrong."
In the blink of an eye, Fu Pinglan disappeared without a trace.
Ji Zhouyin watched that distant chaotic stream of light, the hidden anger in his eyes slowly subsided, finally turning into a deep and profound weight and a hardly perceptible fatigue, he slowly closed his eyes, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, looking towards the nearby Heavenly Punishnt:
"Follow him and see."
Upon speaking, he turned his hand and took out the Tao Tribulation Stick, placing it in Heavenly Punishnt's palm, his expression solemn:
"Bring him back safely."
Heavenly Punishnt said nothing more, cupping his hands in respect, accepting the Tao Tribulation Stick, and directly followed after Fu Pinglan.
Wan Wenfeng, clutching the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, looked towards where Fu Pinglan had disappeared, his pale face devoid of expression, only a trace of doubt flashing deep in his eyes.
Fu Pinglan's anger was not directed at him in the slightest, it was purely because of his inability to kill Chu Zheng.
Even with the intervention of the previous generation Martial Ancestor and the persuasion from Ji Zhouyin, he still sought the Immortal Alliance to forcefully extract the coordinates. This obsession is hard to describe with simple reasons.
What kind of hatred could drive him to such madness.
Ji Zhouyin glanced at Wan Wenfeng, waving his hand:
"Don't think too much, your actions today were not wrong, it is Chu Zheng whose fate should not be cut short."
After speaking, he gazed at the distant starry sky, the River of Space-Ti reflecting turbulent and unceasing in his eyes, a long sigh escaped:
"In the end, ti and space is a cycle, what has happened will inevitably repeat, the one who starts this ti might be the sa as last ti."
Chu Zheng repeatedly survived desperate situations, living within the Immortal Alliance as a Qi Cultivator until today.
Having just stepped into the Space-ti Domain, he already entangled many Ancestral realms, once again escaping from death today.
The candidate for Master of Heavenly Fortune seems increasingly clear and obvious.
...
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Immortal Domain.
Great Immortal Realm.
Ninety-nine crimson-golden great suns hung high in the sky, each massive enough to crush the Star River, bound and linked by countless rough Divine Chains ford from pure Immortal Fla Condensation.
The Divine Chains were completely crimson, flowing with ancient burning runes, deeply embedded into the boiling surface of the great suns.
Every tremor of the chains caused the surface of the great suns to erupt with gigantic solar flares reaching billions of zhang high, like golden blood of a pierced giant god, hot enough to incinerate the Void.
Beside the great suns lay endless Void, encrusted with countless Stars that were not the cold celestial bodies of the Star River, but Star Fragnts solidified and tempered by Immortal Dao Power, like shattered jade, embedded in the eternal sky, emitting a cold and perpetual radiance.
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