Chapter 2847 Wang Juehuan

Yuan Changtian fixed his gaze on Cao Beidou for a long moment before speaking slowly, “Elder Cao, this is only the first day since we entered the Ten Directions Demon Realm, and you’re already so eager to make a move?”

Cao Beidou’s expression froze. “When it comes to dealing with an enemy, it’s best to strike early. Otherwise, with Lin Xun’s foundation and strength, once he gathers enough law power, his cultivation will surely soar. When that happens, killing him will be far harder than it is now.”

Yuan Changtian asked, “With your cultivation, how long would it take you to refine a first grade Earth Rank law power?”

“Three days.”

“And a second grade?”

“Seven days.”

“And a ninth grade?”

“Around....two months.” Cao Beidou said after a brief hesitation.

Yuan Changtian’s gaze sharpened. “Then tell me...how long do you think it would take Lin Xun to gather enough law power and refine them all?”

Cao Beidou fell silent.

Yuan Changtian sighed softly, “He’s a member of our Origin Sect. So long as he lives, he can hunt and kill for us, earning merit for our sect. That benefits us all. If we let him die now...wouldn’t that be a waste?”

Cao Beidou lowered his head. He disagreed but dared not argue.

“Forget it,” Yuan Changtian said at last. “Since you’ve already acted, what’s done is done. Tell me, who did you leak the information to?”

Cao Beidou replied at once, “Experts from the Ten Immortal Giants.”

“So, you’re placing your hopes on them?” Yuan Changtian mused for a moment then said calmly, “Very well, we’ll pay a visit to the Myriad Ravines Mountain Range as well.”

Yun Tianming, who had been silent all along, suddenly brightened. “Elder Yuan, are you planning to take action yourself?”

“No, I intend to save Lin Xun when the time comes.” As Yuan Changtian spoke, his demeanor shifted, and in the next instant, he soared away into the distance.

Cao Beidou and Yun Tianming exchanged a glance and followed in silence.

......

Two days later, Wang Juehuan’s gaze was locked on the distant Myriad Ravines Mountain Range. He wore a jade-green robe that accentuated his tall, spear-straight frame. A pine-grained ancient sword hung across his back, and his long black hair was tied with a green cord, lending him a heroic and charming air.

He was a descendant of the Immortal Giant Wang Clan, a peerless genius hailed as the clan’s chosen. From a young age, he had trained under one of the clan’s old antiques. Now, he stood at the pinnacle of the Nirvana Spirit Stage.

In the Eighth Heaven Domain, he was a peerless prodigy of his era, his name echoing across the world. Yet in his heart, the Eighth Heaven Domain was nothing worth his regard. From the moment he first set foot on the path of cultivation, his gaze had been fixed upon the Ninth Heaven Domain!

His ambition was to one day ascend to the Ninth Heaven Domain and contend with the divine sons and divine maidens of the Eternal Divine Clans!

“Bring me Lin Xun’s information again.” Wang Juehuan spoke.

Four old monsters of the Wang Clan, each long ascended to the Nirvana Spirit Realm, stood respectfully behind him. At his words, one immediately stepped forward, both hands raised to present a jade slip.

Wang Juehuan took it, his eyes flickering with faint light as he began to read. The jade slip contained a detailed record of everything concerning Lin Xun, from his conduct within the Origin Sect to his every feat in the Great Thousand Battle Domain.

Wang Juehuan had read this jade slip countless times, yet every time it left him unsettled. He simply couldn’t fathom how someone could become the successor the Lord of Fangchun Mountain had awaited for eternity, or how he could wield such heaven-defying power.

“He’s been gone from the Origin Sect for six years. Where did he go during that time?” Wang Juehuan murmured as his focus returned.

Someone bowed and reported. “Young Master, according to our investigation, it was Xuan Feiling, one of the deputy pavilion masters of the Origin Sect, who personally took him away. Since then, there has been no news of him. We conducted many investigations but still found nothing. However, based on the elders’ analysis, it’s most likely he went to the Fortune Dominion.”

“Fortune Dominion...” Wang Juehuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He fell silent for a long while, then tucked the jade slip away. “Have we received word from the experts of the five clans, Fu, Qi, Mu, Zu, and Chi?”

At this moment, the battlefield was not only filled with the Wang Clan’s own participants, but also with the forces of four Immortal Giants: the Zhongli, Zhong, Donghuang, and Jing Clans.

“Young Master, they’re already on their way. We may need to wait a little longer, but no more than two days.” Someone reported in a low voice.

Wang Juehuan gave a faint nod, then turned and strode toward a nearby area. There, gathered together, were the participants of four immortal giants: the Zhongli, Zhong, Donghuang, and Jing Clans.

“Jing Ying, your clan is famed for its skill in tracking and assassination. Are you confident you can locate Lin Xun’s whereabouts within this mountain range?” Wang Juehuan turned his gaze toward a woman.

She was a beautiful woman with eyes cold and sharp as blades. Her aura was faint and ethereal like mist.

Jing Ying! She was a descendant of the Jing Clan. She had reached the pinnacle of the Nirvana Spirit Stage and led the Jing Clan’s participants in the battle. Hearing this, she replied coolly, “I’ll need a bit more time.”

Wang Juehuan asked lightly, “Can it be done within a day?”

Jing Ying’s brows furrowed slightly, but she still nodded and said, “I’ll do my best.”

Wang Juehuan’s gaze swept over the participants of the Zhongli, Donghuang, and Zhong Clans as he said coldly, “The Ten Immortal Giants have joined forces this time not to hunt Desolate Law Power Beasts, nor to vie with the Four Great Ancestral Courts, but for that Lin Xun.”

After a brief pause, he continued, “In the operation to come, I expect your cooperation, and that you follow my command. Is that clear?”

Each of these participants from the various Immortal Giants was a top existence of the Nirvana Spirit Stage, radiating immense might and distinct temperaments. Despite that, at this moment, all of them appeared utterly compliant. No one questioned him, and no one dared to refute a word.

For the one who spoke was none other than Wang Juehuan, the chosen of the number one Immortal Giant, the Wang Clan!

“Jing Ying, take your people and move out first. If there’s any news, report back at once.” Wang Juehuan ordered casually.

“Understood.” Without hesitation, Jing Ying led the four Jing Clan experts and swept away toward the distant Myriad Ravines Mountain Range.

“Everyone, from this moment on, prepare for battle. No one, regardless of rank, is permitted the slightest carelessness.” Wang Juehuan’s voice rolled through the air. “I’ll say only this: Lin Xun is no ordinary opponent. Don’t underestimate him just because he’s only at the initial Nirvana Spirit Stage! I expect every one of you to ready your strongest trump cards and killing techniques. When the time comes, fight as if your lives depend on it!”

Everyone’s heart sank, disbelief flickering in their eyes. At this moment, even with the experts from the five Immortal Giants yet to arrive, there were already twenty-five Nirvana Spirit powerhouses present. Every single one had reached the pinnacle of the Nirvana Spirit Stage! Each was a fierce figure selected from among thousands!

With such an overwhelming lineup, was it necessary to prepare to ‘fight as if your lives depend on it’?

“Perhaps you think I’m exaggerating, and I sincerely hope I am, but every record, every report, and every trace of evidence tells us that Lin Xun...is not someone easy to deal with.” With that, Wang Juehuan turned away. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood in silence, his gaze fixed upon the distant peaks of the Myriad Ravines Mountain Range. His tall, spear-straight figure stood solitary and striking against the horizon.

......

“Young Lady, there are traces of battle ahead.”

In the depths of the Myriad Ravines Mountain Range, a gray-robed elder from the Jing Clan bowed slightly toward Jing Ying. Before them stretched a devastated landscape. Mountains were torn apart and the ground was soaked deep with blood.

“Uncle, can you tell anything from the traces?” Jing Ying asked.

“The air is thick with the remnants of law power. Even if we invoked the law of retracing, it would be impossible to recreate what happened here.” The gray-robed elder mused, his brows furrowed. “Still, judging from the aftermath, a fierce battle must have taken place. Countless Desolate Law Power Beasts have fallen here, yet their opponents escaped unscathed. They likely broke through the encirclement without injury.”

“According to Cao Beidou’s report, Lin Xun is accompanied by an Origin Sect elder. With their strength, it's no surprise they managed such a feat.” Jing Ying said as she advanced, leading the gray-robed elder and the others forward.

Along the way, they often came across traces of battles, making their search far easier.

“Leaving behind so many traces only proves that Lin Xun has no idea that his whereabouts have already been betrayed...by his own Origin Sect.” The gray-robed elder chuckled as they moved along.

“Cao Beidou may be an elder of the Origin Sect,” he continued, “But he was cultivated by the Fu Clan. Naturally, his loyalties lie with the Ten Immortal Giants.”

Jing Ying spoke lightly, “Everyone, stay alert. Our task is to track the target’s movements, not to engage in battle.”

Clink!

A faint, eerie chime rippled through the air. A yellow-robed middle-aged man looked down. A string of small green bells were swaying violently in his grasp.

His expression changed. “Young Lady, restriction fluctuation detected! We’ve been exposed!”

“Retreat!” Jing Ying commanded immediately. As she turned, a jade pendant appeared in her hand. She crushed it at once.

PA!

A streak of scarlet light shot skyward, bursting into a flare. However, just as her group prepared to withdraw, a calm sigh echoed through the void. “I didn’t expect you to react that fast. That talisman...was it a signal to summon your allies?”

Lin Xun and Li Zhen stepped out of the air.

“Young Lady, go!” The gray-robed elder’s voice rang low and grave as he swept his sleeve. In an instant, the heavens dimmed and the air blazed with heat. Lightning laws erupted from the void like a storm of raging dragons, surging toward Lin Xun and Li Zhen.

Clang!

Li Zhen drew his blade and cleaved through the air. The torrent of lightning split cleanly in two beneath his strike, then scattered like falling rain. That single, domineering blow made the gray-robed elder’s pupils contract sharply.

“The Jing Clan dares to take part in a plot against my Origin Sect? It seems you’ve grown tired of living.” Li Zhen’s voice was cold as frost.

“Young Lady, go! Now!” roared the gray-elder. Drawing a deep breath, he summoned a flying sword that gleamed like falling snow. At the same time, the other three beside him unleashed their full power. Murderous intent erupted across the battlefield as they charged forward to besiege Lin Xun and Li Zhen.

“Hold out for just a moment. Our reinforcements will arrive soon.” Jing Ying’s figure flashed, turning into a streak of misty gray light that tore toward the heavens to flee.

At that moment, Lin Xun’s lips curled into a faint smile. “You came all the way...did you really think you could just leave?”

As his voice echoed through the air, his five dao bodies emerged one after another, forming an encirclement that sealed off heavens and earth. The Red Flame Dao Body stood directly in Jing Ying’s escape path. It raised a hand and struck out casually.

Boom!

Flames devoured the void, their searing heat distorting heaven and earth. From within the inferno, Jing Ying staggered out, her cold, beautiful face now shadowed with a solemn look.