Chapter 1070: Chapter 1064: One Move Short In This Game Of Chess
“That is…”
At this time in Shadowfell Prefecture, near the former borderlands, Crown Prince Fei Heng had put on his luxurious attire once again.
Feeling the Spiritual power transmitting from afar, he could only sense thick blood energy and the continuous waves of Buddhist Dharma from the Dusheng Nunnery.
The scene he had once witnessed at Qilin Mountain in the Azure Cloud Prefecture surfaced in his mind.
Back then, Tian Xing used the ‘Essence Harvesting Death Array Formation’ to swallow the vital energy of living beings, only to have it stolen by the Li Clan.
And now, this scene was playing out once again.
“Yun Hongcai’s Buddhist faith power was stolen from the Dusheng Nunnery. The Essence Harvesting Death Array Formation and the techniques the Li family used in the past are the perfect methods to snatch such external things.”
Fei Heng took a deep breath.
“So the Li Clan also set up a trap in Deston Prefecture and Shadowfell Prefecture.
They had this idea ever since they discovered Yun Hongcai was breaking through to the Body Integration realm and using the Stealing the Heavens spell to seize spiritual energy.”
“They knew Yun Hongcai’s objective was the Dusheng Nunnery all along, and they already had a foolproof plan.”
A hint of gloom flashed across Fei Heng’s face.
“How much more… do they know? In just a few short decades, the Azure Cloud Li Clan has already reached the point where they can arm-wrestle with these almighty experts.”
Having only just arrived, Fei Heng took a deep breath. Probing with his divine soul…
He already saw a statue floating on the former border battlefield of Shadowfell Prefecture.
The woman on the statue looked westward, and beneath her, thousands of immortal soldiers had turned into statues kneeling in worship toward her.
This caused Fei Heng to sigh.
With the activation of a technique, a jade pendant flew over from afar.
A multitude of information transmitted into his mind, causing him to frown slightly.
“The Empress controls the imperial court. This woman wishes to seize my Imperial Father’s throne? Ridiculous.”
“The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and the Wenren Clan are being used by the Empress.
Numerous factions in the court act recklessly, each running about for their own opportunities, while Min Youguo has trapped himself in the Heavenly Prison…”
The fifty years in the Dusheng Nunnery had not caused this Crown Prince to lose his arrogance; instead, it added a bit more extraordinary majesty to him. His eyes were as deep as the starry sea.
“When I return to the court and settle the scores one by one, the bad news of these fifty years will have completely exposed the ambitions of those with ulterior motives. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
As soon as his voice fell.
Fei Heng’s expression changed. He wanted to conceal his aura, but it was already too late.
He saw Buddhist runes rippling out from within his body.
He abruptly raised his head; brilliant Buddhist light in the cloudy sky had already locked onto his aura!
“It’s Nun Dairou. This Dao mark… she placed a mark on me just to prevent me from escaping! Wasn’t she… going to catch Yun Hongcai?”
Amidst his thoughts.
Nun Dairou took a step, piercing through the void, arriving ten meters directly above Crown Prince Fei Heng.
Looking down at him from above, her voice was deep and low. “Your Highness, the Crown Prince, you have hidden yourself very deeply.”
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Fei Heng’s forehead.
He only had one of those escape pearls, and even racking his brains, he couldn’t find a way to escape.
Ultimately, he was one move short in this game of chess.
He thought Nun Dairou was either flying into a rage out of humiliation to kill Yun Hongcai, or in a rush to flee.
But he never expected that after the Nirvana Sage Elder targeted him, Nun Dairou would also target him!
Seeing that Nun Dairou hadn’t made a move, Fei Heng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Sure enough, an aura approached.
An immortal breeze blew past, and Perfected Qinghe of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was already confronting Nun Dairou in the cloudy sky.
In the cloudy sky.
Wearing the white robes of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and a smiling mask, Perfected Qinghe held an array disk.
He glanced at Nun Dairou, who had chased after the Crown Prince with killing intent, and then at the Crown Prince on the ground—who had returned to this old place but wasn’t seeking rescue, seemingly waiting for something instead.
Perfected Qinghe couldn’t help but let out a long breath of turbid air and cursed inwardly.
“If I had known, I would have let that idiot Wenren Jiuyue come save him. Curse this damned curiosity of mine.”
…….
At this time, in Deston Prefecture.
Among the three cities, cultivators continuously came and went, escorting supplies.
Inside Sunfall City, numerous Void Refinement and Divinity Transformation experts anxiously guarded the supplies.
They had truly been traumatized by Yun Hongcai’s thievery, remaining on high alert and maintaining one hundred and twenty percent vigilance at all times.
At this moment, within the main hall of the government office, Zhou Chengli, acting in Ba Siyu’s stead, was discussing matters of resupply and reinforcing Shadowfell Prefecture with the various experts.
Just as the discussion was getting heated, a soft cough was ignored in the hall.
It wasn’t until two figures appeared at the doorway, blocking the sunlight shining in from outside, that everyone froze.
Having reached their realms, they actually hadn’t noticed people arriving outside the hall!
They turned their heads in surprise and saw a man outside the hall wearing a green shirt, carrying a sword box on his back, and with long flowing hair, scanning everyone present.
The other was a woman with a tranquil appearance, wearing a Daoist robe, a gourd hanging from her waist. With her hands behind her back, her large, lively eyes stared at the tips of her shoes.
“I am Li Yaozu of the Azure Cloud Li Clan. Greetings, fellow friends.”
As soon as Li Yaozu’s words fell, the expressions of everyone changed.
They knew very well that the Li Clan’s Sword Venerable, Li Yaozu, had died at the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems.
Great, he was alive.
Reflecting on the Li Clan exterminating a three-hundred-thousand-strong Wu tribe army and beheading the Wu tribe’s Half-Step Body Integration Elder over the past year.
The bizarre occurrence of the Li Clan’s older generation resurrecting from the dead and reappearing in the world.
And the fact that the Li Clan was currently stirring up a storm in Shadowfell Prefecture, they couldn’t help but make numerous guesses as to what Li Yaozu’s intention was in seeking them out.
Yet they never expected Li Yaozu to ask with a solemn expression, “Excuse me, how do we get to the borders of Shadowfell Prefecture?”
“…”
The corners of everyone’s mouths twitched.
Li Yaoqing pursed her lips. She possessed the [Path Loser] trait, so she still got lost even now. As for her eldest brother… She glanced at her eldest brother. Hmm, not too stupid.