LWGP - Chapter 259
Chapter 259: Aotian's Remains
This video call was too abrupt. Their prediction was that Liu Jin would have certainly avoided Wu Geng’s group, and Wang Jiu had confirmed this from Liu Jin’s memories. But she hadn’t expected Wu Geng to suddenly contact him.
Contacting him was one thing, but a video call was another.
It was unnecessary. Usually, it would be a voice call or a direct private message. Video calls were for children.
Unless, the other party specifically wanted to “see” something.
At that moment, Wang Jiu’s trio only had two or three seconds to react. Without Wang Jiu needing to say a word, Mo Ran and Xing Yao both used their Boundary Breaking Scepters to tear open space and conceal themselves.
The power of the Imperial Scepters ignored disparities in strength. Even Wu Geng couldn’t detect them, unless he had personally placed a specific tracking brand on them.
The instant the two concealed themselves, Wang Jiu answered the video call, questioning the other party in Liu Jin’s habitual manner.
Wu Geng glanced at him and said coolly, “Have you found it yet?”
“Liu Jin” revealed an awkward expression. “Almost, brother. How are things on your end?”
He seemed a little nervous, yet he feigned competence and tried to change the subject.
Liu Jin was always like this in front of his brother, far from the arrogant front he put on for outsiders.
Wu Geng seemed accustomed to it. “Still looking. You head southwest.”
“Okay.”
After Wang Jiu agreed, Wu Geng ended the private chat, and everything returned to silence.
Amidst the vast snow and ice, thoughts flashed like a lightning storm in the trio’s small group chat.
Xing Yao: “Making a video call is superfluous. Is he trying to confirm whether his brother is dead or alive?”
Mo Ran: “The system of secret arts in the first spacetime is complex and inscrutable. It’s said that groups represented by sects have their own unique registration methods. For example, in sword cultivator sects, if a disciple dies, the wisp of sword qi they are remembered by dissipates, and the sect is thus informed. The Mt. Buzhou Sect should have a similar secret art.”
Xing Yao: “Then when Liu Jin was killed...”
Wu Geng must have known what happened!
Not good!
Xing Yao: “He didn’t make the video call to see you, but to see the ice plain scenery where you are, to pinpoint your location.”
In other words... the three of them might already be being tracked!
Their eyes met, and in an instant, they employed the same method—void escape, flee!
Not long after the three of them vanished without a sound, a lean, golden-feathered goshawk flew high in the sky above the vast, snowy expanse where they had been. Space flickered like lightning, and its pair of sharp hawk eyes swept over the broad ice plain, taking in the entire area where the trio had been.
It wasn’t a simple scan, for its eyes were covered by a fine membrane of magical arts. Runes formed from hundreds of insight techniques allowed it to directly see the movement trajectories of all life forms and energy bodies on the ice plain.
If one passes through, a trace will be left. This is an immutable law.
Amidst the dense web of movement trajectories, it was distinguishing the “suspects.” Soon, it made a discovery.
Three trajectories were very powerful: one was cold and blood-red, one was gray and hidden, and one was a crisscross of gold and purple.
Their trajectories had a break point; they had vanished abruptly.
There were traces of teleportation on the ground.
They escaped?
In a certain spot on the ice plain, a place that looked very ordinary and common, was covered in snow, half sea and half glacier.
Four people stood at the edge of the glacier. Three of them were using magical arts to condense a Celestial Net, while the person in the middle was suspended in the air, controlling a Pupil Jade with both hands.
It was jade, and it was also an eye.
It was incomplete, half-blind, and looked scarred, but Wu Geng still used it to connect with the Celestial Net, successfully trapping their target for this trip.
It was a fish.
In later history, someone recorded the most bizarre appearance of the most bizarre Spirit Emperor’s remains, calling it—"passing off a fish eye for a pearl."
An ordinary but very fat fish. Its eyeball was the hidden remains.
One just had to trigger it...
Wu Geng’s group of four had just spent a few minutes confirming the fish-eye spirit site, and had even learned the identity of the Spirit Emperor who owned it. But they didn’t enter immediately, because Wu Geng suddenly sensed that Liu Jin’s life-bead sword qi had shattered.
That meant he was dead.
“Sect Master, it must have been Wang Jiu and her group. To succeed so quickly, I’m afraid that Mo Ran has also turned against us.”
“Let’s go kill them now. We’ve already confirmed their location anyway.”
“Sect Master...”
Wu Geng raised a hand and said decisively and ruthlessly, “No, we’re not going. And I hope they flee right now.”
The other three were perplexed, but they quickly had a moment of realization.
The second-in-command of the Mt. Buzhou Sect, Spirit Child Daoist, with his white hair and crane-like beard, narrowed his pea-sized eyes slightly and said, “Sect Master, you’re afraid they’ll come here?”
Wu Geng sneered, “The revenge for my brother’s death must be taken, but it can be done anytime. If they come now, even if the four of us can take them down, we can’t guarantee that one or two won’t escape into the remains, especially that Wang Jiu.”
Spirit Child Daoist and the other two wore grave expressions. Indeed, that Wang Jiu was too strange; her soul and body could separate at will. The inability to kill her was a hidden danger. No wonder Wu Geng deliberately initiated a video call, just to make the trio think their position had been locked and they were about to be hunted...
“Now that we’ve confirmed they’ve left, can we proceed?” Huai Ying was a female cultivator, dressed as a palace lady, with a cold and harsh appearance. She didn’t care about Liu Jin’s life or death, but being naturally harsh, she despised female cultivators weaker than herself and was jealous of those stronger.
But she also valued her own interests more.
Once they obtained the Spirit Emperor’s remains, what opponent couldn’t be KO’d?
Wu Geng thought so too, so he said decisively, “Open it!”
He commanded the Pupil Jade, and it burst forth with a terrifying brilliance, transforming into a stream of light that flew into the fish’s eye.
It... developed a crack.
The other three followed, pouring in immense spirit power, forcing it open together!
Voom!
Spirit power from another spacetime gushed from the crack, surging and churning space like a vast ocean tide.
The entrance to the remains was now open. A grand voice echoed from within, as if in welcome, or perhaps a warning.
“Who dares trespass upon the remains of I, the Perfected Aotian? Retreat quickly, or do not blame me, Aotian, for slaughtering you all!”
It really was that War Emperor Aotian, famous among the Primordial Spirit Race!
The four were overjoyed and were just about to fly in when Wu Geng suddenly sensed something. His expression turned cold and sharp, and he immediately struck out with one hand. The ultimate power of martial arts, enhanced by the Geng Metal element, was equivalent to the strongest physical attack amplified by the sharpest, hardest element. Bang!!!
Space was blown apart!
“They’re here!!” Seeing Wu Geng make a move and space shatter, Spirit Child Daoist saw the snow and ice crushed into gas. A cold mist drifted over like fluff, vaguely revealing three figures of light flying out from within.
Attack!
The other three’s attacks converged, directly shattering the three figures of light into pieces.
Too strong.
Truly too strong.
Wu Geng’s group of four could basically sweep through all the experts of the third and fourth spacetimes, but as they said, defeating was one thing, killing was another.
Now, the trio’s traces were revealed. Wu Geng was the first to notice and shatter their spatial concealment, and Spirit Child Daoist’s group launched a full-scale attack.
“Clones? Not good!!”
Wu Geng immediately reached out and grabbed. A huge Geng Metal hand, as if condensed from vajra, was vast and majestic. The flowing aura tore space apart, and the climbing Geng Metal energy cracked the glacier on the ground inch by inch, exposing the ice flow beneath.
But no matter how strong his move was, he was a step too slow. The real bodies of Wang Jiu’s trio had already flashed into the entrance of the remains.
The four from Wu Geng’s group were furious and chased right after them.
In an instant, seven people entered the teleportation vortex of the remains together, but the aura of the vortex also continued to spread.
In fact, from the first moment it appeared, someone within the entire spacetime had noticed it.
After all, in the fourth spacetime, only Xing Yao and Mo Ran were the strongest. But in the first spacetime, the six from the Mt. Buzhou Sect didn’t have a monopoly on power.
And in the third spacetime... there was still a monk.
“Primordial Spirit War Emperor Aotian?” Huai En was stunned for a moment. He touched the wooden fish in his hand, tapped it twice, and asked the Buddha statue before him.
“My Buddha, even Aotian has appeared. Could this be a sign?”
An age of chaos is coming.
In the sector where the first spacetime merged with the third, the Mt. Buzhou Sect chose the Kunlun Mountains. The forces in the Kunlun Mountains had long been driven out. But after occupying the Kunlun Mountains, the Mt. Buzhou Sect’s first move wasn’t against Gobi or the empires of Xing Yao and Heiyan, but to hunt down another power.
The Miezhou Demon Sect.
Just listen to that name; its target was too obvious.
And the sector the Miezhou Demon Sect merged into was the Sahara Desert.
Wildly dancing sand, a vast and uninhabited expanse. A viscous sand pile shaped like a coil of poop suddenly melted away. A person sat up as if startled from a deathbed, shaking off the sand, and gazed towards the distant ice plain. After just one look, he sent a message to two experts in the massive sand city.
“Aotian’s remains have appeared. The goal of the six dogs from the Mt. Buzhou Sect is clear. Are we going or not?”
“Go, my ass! Fly over!”
“Let’s get those bastards!”
Three supreme experts directly teleported, catching the last sliver of the vortex before it closed... and rushed in.
Inside Aotian’s remains.
Wang Jiu had originally thought that an ancient, Primordial Spirit-level Emperor-class existence would have some sort of pretentious, pedantic flair—either various tombs, strange spaces, or hidden treasures and inheritances. She never expected...
A boundless mountain of gold coins met her eyes.
Glimmering and golden, it was blinding!
However, these weren’t ordinary gold coins. They were very old, and the material was a bit special. It wasn’t gold, but rather some kind of ancient ore. Wang Jiu vaguely felt she had seen it before but couldn’t place it at the moment.
But, it reminded her of the aura from thirty thousand meters below the ground.
The kind of ancientness that slumbered in the deepest part of the earth’s veins.
There was nothing but gold coins, but... the trio who had just flashed in still felt the chill of being locked onto.
Wu Geng’s speed was terrifying. In an instant, he was in front of Xing Yao. Xing Yao raised his Boundary Breaking Scepter. On the other side, Mo Ran also used her scepter to jointly dissolve the spatial boundary, trying to rescue Xing Yao. Because the three were a single unit, if one died, the other two definitely wouldn’t survive.
But Mo Ran quickly discovered that their powerful boundary-breaking force was being diminished—because Spirit Child Daoist and Huai Ying on the other side also possessed Boundary Breaking Scepters.
Boundary-breaking versus boundary-breaking.
A spatial backlash interrupted Xing Yao’s attempt to merge into space, and then... Wu Geng’s palm slammed into Xing Yao’s chest.
Wu Geng was supremely powerful, with average stats worth four million, not to mention he had three experts by his side providing various attribute boosts.
This one strike was enough to severely injure or even deplete all of Xing Yao’s HP!
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