A supernatural ability that simultaneously affected everyone’s movements over a large area—this had already transcended the realm of ordinary magic. The King of Yan had used it twice now, and this peculiar sensation… Feng Miaojun murmured: “Domain?”

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

Domains existed only in legends. Before ancient times, immortals could release domains to change the natural laws within a specified range. For instance, water flowing downward is a basic rule of the vast world, but within the domains of certain immortals, this could be altered.

Domains were also the greatest distinction between ordinary cultivators and immortals, an unrivaled weapon in both one-on-one combat and group battles.

But it was almost impossible for people today to possess domains, for a simple reason: the Celestial Ladder had vanished, and with it, the Celestial Tribulation. Without the Tribulation, one couldn’t become immortal, and cultivators couldn’t comprehend their domains.

By this logic, no matter how powerful the King of Yan was, he shouldn’t be able to cultivate a domain. So, what was happening now?

Feng Miaojun’s thoughts raced like lightning, and she was extremely anxious, but her limbs simply wouldn’t obey her commands. With her level of cultivation, if given the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she might gradually adapt to the rules of this domain and regain her agility.

But clearly, the King of Yan wouldn’t give her this opportunity.

He strode forward directly, and anyone blocking his path was immediately sent flying. In the blink of an eye, he was getting closer and closer to her.

What could she do? Feng Miaojun’s eyes darted around frantically.

She didn’t know why the King of Yan was chasing her through several streets as if he had injected chicken blood, but judging by his demeanor, she would suffer greatly if she fell into his hands.

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in her ear:

“That woman can track your soul. No matter how you disguise your appearance, you can’t fool her.”

This voice was so familiar that Feng Miaojun’s first reaction was one of boundless joy.

Yun Ya!

He had come, and was hiding nearby!

How long had he been secretly observing the battle?

She didn’t know what was wrong with herself. There were still so many misunderstandings between her and Yun Ya, yet now, hearing his voice brought her such happiness.

It was an instinctive reaction, leaving no room for her to contemplate right or wrong.

Wait, wait, she quickly pulled her thoughts back. Her crisis wasn’t over yet. What did he mean by “tracking your soul”?

“Each person’s scent is unique, and so is their soul. Dogs can track by scent, but she can sense the qualities of a living soul. Unless you make a change, you can’t shake her off.” Yun Ya seemed to know what she was thinking and answered particularly clearly. “I’ll save you. When you hear the sound, turn left into the crowd. When you’re ready, blink twice.”

Blinking was indeed the fastest movement Feng Miaojun could manage right now. Without hesitation, she blinked twice, not even realizing how relieved she felt.

Then, she heard a massive explosion behind her.

“BOOM—”

It was extremely close, detonating within at most a hundred feet behind her. The violent blast wave directly pushed her back, propelling her more than a hundred feet away.

And then, Feng Miaojun found she had regained her original agility!

The feeling of recovery was indescribably refreshing. She had no time to ponder the mechanics of it, but gracefully spun in mid-air and turned left.

According to Yun Ya, she had to change the qualities of her soul, or the black-robed woman would find her again. Thinking of this, she took a deep breath.

But before she could take two steps, someone flashed beside her and directly grabbed her hand: “Come.”

His voice arrived before the person—it was Yun Ya.

Feng Miaojun didn’t resist, allowing him to lead her into the rushing crowd.

Yun Ya had borrowed a very ordinary appearance, and his black robe was made of even more ordinary material. At first glance, he looked like a common city dweller, but with just the addition of a belt, his broad shoulders and long legs couldn’t be concealed.

He held her hand tightly, using considerable force, as if afraid she might break free. His palm was still so hot that Feng Miaojun felt it almost scalding.

She didn’t know how long this man had been hiding in Yinggong City, but seeing his familiar back and feeling the heat transmitted from his hand, her heart suddenly settled.

It was as if with him present, thousands of dangers became trivial.

She knew she shouldn’t have such thoughts, but at this moment, she truly couldn’t bring herself to resist.

The explosion came abruptly, occurring right between the King of Yan and Feng Miaojun, less than ten steps away from the former.

As the violent blast wave approached, the King of Yan didn’t retreat but instinctively raised his arms to protect his relatively vulnerable eyes.

When he lowered his hands again, Feng Miaojun before he had vanished.

The surroundings were a complete mess. A large crater had been blasted into the ground, and the fleeing crowd screamed in terror, pushing forward with even greater force.

Most importantly, except for a few unfortunate people who lay unconscious on the ground after being knocked down, everyone else had regained their mobility.

The King of Yan’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and each word seemed to be squeezed through his teeth: “Where is she!”

This question was directed at the black-robed woman.

Who had used the explosive insect? Was it Feng Miaojun?

This girl had only engaged him once—how could she know how to break his supernatural ability?

The black-robed woman suddenly changed direction, darted forward, and stopped.

Then, she changed direction again.

The King of Yan watched her unusual behavior, his brows furrowed.

Indeed, the black-robed woman turned back and said stiffly: “Lost her. Her soul has disappeared.”

“How can it disappear!” Having failed at the last moment, the King of Yan hadn’t been this angry for a long time.

“Either she changed her soul,” the black-robed woman wasn’t afraid of his anger, her expression calm, “or she entered a spatial artifact, blocking my perception.”

“She has a pocket dimension?” The King of Yan’s expression wavered between cloudy and clear. “No, she shouldn’t know about your ability. So, someone helped her!”

The black-robed woman neither confirmed nor denied: “What do you want to do now?”

Fierce light flashed in the King of Yan’s eyes as he scanned the vicinity. He was reluctant to give up, but having lost her trail meant exactly that—trying to find Feng Miaojun in the vast Yinggong City would be as difficult as fishing a needle out of the sea.

So he could only let out a long breath and wave his hand: “Let’s go find the King of Xi. This war should end now.”

The black-robed woman turned and left, leaving the King of Yan standing in place, lost in thought.

The King of Yan had guessed correctly—Feng Miaojun had indeed hidden in a spatial artifact, carried away by Yun Ya with this treasure. He seemed to possess some unique method, as the black-robed woman had not detected his presence.

Yun Ya must have put away the Square Inch Bottle, as Feng Miaojun couldn’t see the outside scenery and could only squat in the space, waiting quietly.

During her last visit to catch fish and dig bamboo shoots, she hadn’t looked closely. Now, with time on her hands, she first treated her wounds, then carefully inspected her surroundings, only to discover that after several years, the arrangement inside the Square Inch Bottle remained unchanged, the small courtyard still immaculately clean without a speck of dust.