“Jian… Chou?”

Only after these two words had deeply pierced into his eyes and been rolled around on his tongue did he realize that this Jian Chou was that Jian Chou.

“I advise you to cherish life”—what an arrogant tone!

To dare leave her own name so boldly after killing—what audacity!

Ying Hui suspected he had remembered something wrong: how could there be any earth immortal in the Upper Void who dared speak so arrogantly? And how could any earth immortal kill so many cultivators with higher cultivation than themselves?

So many corpses…

A rough count revealed thirty-two heads.

One blood-stained head had rolled to his feet. Looking down, he saw it was actually Jin Yinzi, the young master of the Great Luo Heaven’s Kongfang Sect.

That handsome face was frozen in terror.

Clearly, he must have seen something extremely strange and horrifying before his death, to the point where someone had swept a sword across his neck and severed his head.

What was written on the death warrant, Ying Hui remembered clearly: “Jian Chou of the Primordial Realm, may have ascended.”

Just these nine words.

This proved that this Jian Chou’s cultivation was definitely not high, and might not have even ascended when the death warrant was issued, or even if she had ascended, it couldn’t have been many years ago.

But the situation before him…

The dozen or so golden immortals from Li Xieyang behind him, seeing this terrifying scene, almost all shuddered. Standing on this blood-soaked ground was like standing in a pile of heads, and they began to doubt the mission they were currently executing.

They all looked toward Ying Hui.

With Xieyang Sheng absent, they naturally all listened to him.

But Ying Hui didn’t speak at this moment. His bright red demonic tongue rolled out to lightly lick his upper lip, and he actually lifted that pale fang blade, crouching down to examine the corpses that were almost piled together, and placed those heads that had fallen to the ground back on the shoulders of the corpses, examining them carefully.

At first, he didn’t notice anything unusual.

But as corpse after corpse was pieced together, Ying Hui gradually sensed something mysteriously inexplicable about them. His expression gradually darkened and his brows furrowed.

“Boss Ying, something’s wrong with these people?”

A golden immortal below felt the atmosphere was too oppressive and boldly stepped forward to ask.

But Ying Hui didn’t answer.

The fang blade that had poked the corpses was stained with blood, but he didn’t care. He just straightened up, stepped back, and looked again at the magnificent words left on the city wall, feeling for the first time a kind of puzzlement he couldn’t fathom.

How was this possible?

A total of thirty-two cultivators had died here, half earth immortals and half golden immortals, but judging by the time the wounds were formed, there was no sequence. There were no other wounds on their bodies, nor any traces of making moves to resist.

All had their heads severed by a single sword strike!

And even more terrifying was that the angle and force of each sword stroke, even the remaining sword qi, all had slight differences!

This meant that the slaughter that had occurred below the city wall not long ago was not one person fighting a group of people and simultaneously cutting off a group of heads, but rather a group of people fighting a group of people, each separately cutting off all the heads at the same time!

Moreover, among the former group, the swords used by each person were identical!

Even the sword techniques and sword qi were nearly the same!

“Open the Six Directions Divine Disc!”

Ying Hui really couldn’t understand the key to this, only feeling that the situation he had deduced was almost impossible to exist, so he simply issued a new order directly.

Whether this Jian Chou was a ghost or demon, she couldn’t escape the pursuit of the Six Directions Divine Disc.

After all, the blood below the city wall still carried some warmth, indicating the person had left not long ago. With Li Xieyang already blockading the Haotian Star Domain, she was definitely still in this realm.

They had her soul imprint, and only needed to turn it against the Six Directions Divine Disc to know her location.

This artifact was specially refined by Xieyang Sheng for immortal hunting years ago. Its sensing range could cover an entire star domain, making it an essential tool for capture and pursuit that others couldn’t obtain even if they begged. And those who could make such things mostly didn’t need divine discs to sense others’ locations anymore.

So giving this thing to subordinates was just right.

As soon as Ying Hui gave the order, someone nearby took out the divine disc. It was a circular disc, entirely black, but with lines condensed from starlight drawing the six directions, marked with heavenly stems, earthly branches, and eight trigrams.

Inputting Sun Cheng’s scattered soul imprint of Jian Chou, the formation disc immediately began spinning rapidly.

Brilliant light flashed chaotically like lightning and thunder. The heavenly stems, earthly branches, eight trigrams, and five elements marked on the disc scattered into heaven and earth with the chaotic brilliant light, covering farther and farther distances, instantly enveloping the entire star domain.

Thus, on that black formation disc, rotating nebulae appeared.

Clear outlines that anyone could immediately recognize as the Haotian Star Domain where they were currently located.

And that soul imprint transformed into a purple-gray light, scattering into the star chart, soon sensing something.

Everyone held their breath.

The next moment, they saw a bright purple star point light up in the rotating star chart!

Ying Hui’s breathing immediately quickened, knowing this had sensed Jian Chou’s current location, at the position of thirty stars beyond Ang Su Star.

He raised his hand, wanting to directly order the formation disc packed up to pursue.

However, before he could speak, an utterly shocking scene appeared—

On the other side of the star point that had just lit up, light flickered mysteriously, and another identical star point lit up!

Everyone was stunned!

But the incredible events weren’t over yet.

After the second star point lit up, beside another star much farther from Ang Su Star, a third star point lit up!

“…”

“…”

“…”

Scorching wind blew from the yellow sand, wrapped in the moisture of Jiangnan Shore, becoming gentle long ago. Yet when it reached everyone, they all shivered in unison!

One divine consciousness imprint represented one cultivator!

One divine consciousness imprint sent into the formation disc could only mark one cultivator’s position!

Not even just one!

Even if you sent a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand divine consciousness imprints into this formation disc, as long as these imprints came from the same person, it would absolutely be impossible to mark two locations in this formation disc!

Ying Hui felt that in this short period of time, all his previous understanding had been completely overturned. Thousands of thoughts collided together, and he couldn’t sort out a single thread.

He stared intently at the three star points in the formation disc for a long time.

In the end, he only raised his head to gaze at the four words “I advise you to cherish life” on the city wall, standing there for a long time…

Adjacent to the Haotian Star Domain was the Cangya Star Domain.

After leaving Haotian, Fujian Sheng and Daoist Diandao headed straight for Cangya. Crossing half a star domain, watching stars connect into star charts beneath their feet, was no longer difficult for saint immortals of their level.

The two were heading to Xuanji Star.

This star was considered a remote corner of the Cangya Star Domain, neither large nor small, but with ten thousand li of rivers and mountains and uniquely beautiful scenery.

In the universe, day and night were relative.

When they left Ang Su Star, the blazing sun was still overhead; upon reaching Xuanji Star, looking up they saw only the Milky Way hanging upside down, a bright moon suspended in the sky, and stars like chess pieces scattered on a board.

The mountains were clear and cold.

The calm lake rippled, reflecting the full moon.

A lone boat drifted on the lake surface, swaying with the waves.

A square table was set on the boat with a chess board and two chess baskets placed on it, but whether on the board or in the baskets, there wasn’t a single chess piece.

In the center of the chess board stood a large wine jar.

“Haha, we made it, not late, not late—old Yueying hasn’t come out of seclusion yet!” Daoist Diandao laughed heartily, being the first to descend from mid-air, directly choosing the bow position, setting down his willow qin from his arms, and sitting down beside the chess board. “Come, come, come, sword-bearer, let’s play a game first!”

Fujian Sheng wasn’t so rash, only descending peacefully and sitting cross-legged on one side of the boat.

Some of his white robes hung down, extremely peaceful.

Even the silver rings and white jade pendants hanging from his left ear had a warm luster in the moonlight. The moonlight was originally cold, but with his presence, even the moonlit night became gentle.

He smiled lightly: “Guests follow the host’s lead. With the host not yet arrived, it would be somewhat impolite for us to do this.”

Daoist Diandao’s black and white eyebrows immediately raised, apparently disagreeing with this statement, directly refuting: “Bullshit!”

But after saying this, he thought about it and really didn’t touch the chess board, only shouting toward the towering mountains by the lake at the top of his voice—

“Master of the house, come out and receive guests!”

“Receive guests, receive guests, receive guests…”

The voice echoed endlessly in the mountains, having an indescribable majestic vigor under the moonlight, causing tides to rise on the emerald sea and mountains to resonate!

But if others heard it, they would inevitably find it comical.

There was indeed a response from the mountains. Just as the echoes were about to fade, a clear and bright laugh came, frank and open with some teasing hidden within, and the teasing covered with some distance, like flowing water, like an ocean: “Yueying only remembers agreeing to drink with you two that year, but never mentioned entertaining new guests. I wonder how this guest you’ve brought should be addressed?”

New guest?

At these words, both Daoist Diandao and Fujian Sheng were stunned, thinking they had only come as two people—where was this third guest?

Before they could respond, the moon above became brilliant.

The highest among the mountains seemed to reach toward the moon palace, its cold and steep mountain shadow outlined by the bright moonlight, extremely magnificent.

A figure like flying snow descended from the peak.

Graceful as a startled swan, nimble as a swimming dragon!

It was exactly like flying down from a jade terrace, coming by moon, robes fluttering, stepping over a thousand qing of misty waves, sweeping past ten thousand zhang of moonlight, landing on the bow of that lone boat on the lake surface.

When he emerged, the bright moon still hung high in the sky, but the moon’s reflection in the lake disappeared, leaving only a lake full of stars!

As if that moon in the lake had all been draped on his body.

After the person stood firmly on the bow, he didn’t sit down, but looked toward the vast lake surface in the distance and said with a smile: “Yingyue Lake has long been without living visitors. You’ve come from afar as a guest—shall we have a game and share a cup?”

Daoist Diandao couldn’t help stroking his beard, concentrating as he gazed into the misty waters.

Fujian Sheng also slightly furrowed his brow.

After Yueying’s words, the mist on the lake surface indeed surged, and an upright figure actually emerged from the chaotic night.

Knowing her tracks had been seen through, Jian Chou wasn’t panicked at all, only standing on this moonless lake surface under the bright moon above, looking toward the three people on the boat.