Jun Changxiao had left again, still alone, but the sect didn’t press the pause button because of this. Disciples continued cultivating as always, continuing to advance toward higher realms as always.
If they knew the Sect Master carried the task of leading everyone to collectively ascend to the Upper Realm, they would definitely work even harder, because no one hoped that when they truly went to a higher heaven and earth someday, they would become pitiful worms bullied by anyone.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji, and the others weren’t idle either. After breaking through to Half-Saint using Half-Saint Pills, they were all cultivating every moment without exception.
On the contrary, after Lu Qianqian stepped into Martial Saint, she calmed down and began teaching newly enrolled female disciples. However, because her cultivation method was too extreme, the fellow disciples’ benefit rate wasn’t too high.
“Senior Sister Lu.”
Xia Shuiyun said: “May I… ask you some questions about ice-type cultivation?”
She would often come to the Eternal Ancient Sect to find Su Xiaomo, though more often she was responsible for showing off their relationship to the disciples.
“You may.”
Lu Qianqian said.
“Senior Brother.”
Li Fei, crouching in the distance, said in surprise: “Don’t you think Senior Sister has changed quite a bit recently, especially her tone of voice which is much gentler than before?”
Su Xiaomo said: “Yeah, a bit abnormal.”
Li Qingyang, walking over from the distance, said: “Senior Sister just cultivates ice-type techniques which give people a cold feeling. Actually, she cares quite a bit about us junior brothers.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Suddenly, cold air drifted over.
Everyone turned their heads in unison and saw Lu Qianqian staring at them, saying: “Why aren’t you going to cultivate!”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
In an instant, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei vanished without a trace.
Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched as he added in his heart: “Her way of caring is just a bit too extreme!”
…
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Inside the Life and Death Secret Realm, Ye Xingchen swung his fists drenched in sweat, annihilating wave after wave of approaching spirit beasts, his eyes emanating fury.
The emperor’s throne that should have belonged to him was occupied—he didn’t care. What he cared about was when he could reach the Sect Master’s level of climbing to the pinnacle and ascending to the Upper Realm to seek revenge!
“Ah ah—”
“Boom boom boom!”
Roars accompanied explosive sounds. All the spirit beasts existing within the illusion were annihilated. Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with even stronger fury.
The higher his strength, the deeper his hatred.
At this moment, he only wanted to quickly break through to Martial Emperor, step into the Upper Realm to find Empress Lingyao, then cut her down beneath his sword!
“Come!”
Inside the cafeteria, his mood truly agitated, Ye Xingchen placed a full jar of Drunk Life, Dream Death on the table and shouted: “Drinking contest!”
Wine Demon grinned: “Couldn’t ask for more!”
“Gulp!”
“Gulp!”
After downing a jar of Drunk Life, Dream Death, Ye Xingchen’s eyes began to grow hazy. The unbearable past flashed before his eyes, making him not only fail to drown his sorrows in wine but become even more sorrowful.
This day.
A Niu got drunk again.
This day.
A Niu was beaten down from Spirit Beast Peak by A Zi again.
This day.
A Niu was carried back to his room by Li Qingyang and others, his mouth constantly muttering: “I want revenge, I want revenge…”
…
Upper Realm.
Inside a magnificent hall, Empress Lingyao shrouded in cloud and mist said: “Someone on the Xingyun Continent broke through to Martial Emperor?”
“Yes, Master.” The hunched old man said.
“Who?”
“The Eternal Ancient Sect’s Sect Master.”
“Oh.”
Empress Lingyao responded.
The hunched old man sighed: “This person was only at Martial Saint cultivation when subjected to sanctions at the Plane Battlefield. In such a short time he broke through to Martial Emperor—his growth rate is truly shockingly fast!”
“Does the Boundary Hall know?”
“They don’t know yet.”
“Right!”
The hunched old man said gravely: “This subordinate just received news that after deliberation, the Boundary Hall has decided to permanently imprison the Traitor in the Nine-Layer Hell of the mortal cosmos.”
“This is an extremely dangerous individual. Sending him to the lower realm if he’s difficult to suppress could very likely cause living beings to suffer.”
Empress Lingyao said: “The Boundary Hall truly doesn’t take mortal realm beings seriously.”
“The Nine-Layer Hell was built by the Boundary Hall. Inside are various profound arrays. When the Traitor is sent to the lower realm, his realm and cultivation will also be suppressed. There shouldn’t be any problems.” The hunched old man said.
Empress Lingyao fell silent briefly, then said: “I’m just afraid of accidents.”
…
Inside a pitch-black tunnel, a person wearing hand shackles and leg shackles, bare-chested and disheveled, was being escorted out by dozens of powerful individuals. On his back was carved a strange tattoo that, as his muscles flexed, resembled a ferocious beast.
After a moment, everyone arrived before an array.
“Do you have any last words before leaving?” The leader of the escorting powerhouses said indifferently.
The tattooed man standing before the array lightly raised his hand, brushing aside his disheveled hair to reveal a pale and ferocious smiling face, saying: “When this lord returns, it will be the day the Boundary Hall is destroyed!”
“Obstinately unrepentant!”
The powerhouse leader said coldly: “Properly reflect in the Nine-Layer Hell!”
“Kekeke!”
The tattooed man swaggered forward into the array. Even after being teleported away, his eerie strange laughter still echoed in the firmament.
“Captain.”
A subordinate couldn’t help but ask: “This Traitor is extremely dangerous. Why not directly kill him instead of sending him to the lower realm for imprisonment?”
The powerhouse leader said: “This person possesses a Reincarnation Spirit born from the cosmos. Each time he dies, he reincarnates and becomes stronger. The best method is permanent imprisonment.”
“I see!” The subordinate understood and shook his head: “Possessing a spirit seed born from the cosmos would surely lead to great achievements, but unfortunately, he chose to become a Traitor of all things.”
…
“Whoosh!”
The mortal cosmos space was suddenly torn apart by some infinite power. A stream of light shot out from the void depths and merged into the interior of the Starry Fortress.
“He’s here!”
The Fortress Master’s expression was extremely grave as he looked toward the complex pattern-outlined array ahead.
He had already received news from the Boundary Hall that a criminal would be imprisoned in the Nine-Layer Hell, and they instructed him to definitely guard carefully and absolutely not let him escape.
Sigh.
If the Upper Realm knew someone had already escaped, would they punish him?
No good, no good.
This matter absolutely cannot let the Boundary Hall know, otherwise losing his official position would be minor—losing his life would be major.
As he contemplated, the disheveled tattooed man walked out from within the array, then surveyed the surrounding environment, saying coolly: “This is the Nine-Layer Hell that will imprison this lord?”
“Swish!”
The Fortress Master raised his hand and pulled over the shackles, dragging him toward the ninth layer hell.
Prisoners directly transported from the Upper Realm, no matter how miserably their realm was suppressed by Heavenly Dao laws, must be imprisoned on the lowest level. Their danger rating must also be above Grade A.
“Hey hey!”
“Be gentler with this lord, will you!”
“You mortal realm trash—if this lord wasn’t restrained, one finger could crush you to death!”
“Are you mute? Say something for this lord to hear!”
“Creak!”
Just as the tattooed man was chattering endlessly, the ninth layer hell’s door closed. In the dark environment, only he remained alone, so he sat down brazenly and said: “No good, I need to find a way to commit suicide. Can’t spend my whole life in prison!”
“Bang bang bang!”
Picking up a rock from beside him, he viciously smashed it against his forehead several times, smashing until his face was covered in blood and rock fragments flew everywhere, then broke down: “Is it this hard for this lord to want to die!”
…
“Just now…”
In the starry sky, Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “What was that thing?”
He had just happened to witness a stream of light descend from the cosmos, heading toward the Starry Fortress.
“Wah!”
Below came the sound of vomiting blood.
After the camera pulled back, one could see Jun Changxiao wasn’t standing on Yin Envoy’s warship but on a similar warship, with a massive fatty of at least three hundred pounds beneath his feet.
This person was precisely Hai Envoy, one of the Twelve Patrol Envoys.
He forcefully endured the pain, saying weakly: “You… you’re not Yin Tiger… who are you…”
“Me.”
“Handsome Emperor.”
“Jun Changxiao.”