“Be it Qinglie or Chickadee, it doesn’t matter what I’m called if I can kill the beholder of immortal dao from the Central Hongmeng.” Qinglie smiled beguilingly and elegantly extended a hand, flicking her wrist to slam her palm down on Lu Yun. Just like the Curse King, she preferred to kill with her first move instead of engaging in wordy exchanges.
As a curse dao heavyweight, her palm strike manifested countless demons in the void. They spilled forth like shadows, enveloping Immortal Nation in the blink of an eye. Their target was also Lu Yun.
“If the Curse King was still alive, he would not have made this trip,” Lu Yun sighed gently as he took in the endless horde of demons. These demons were all horrific curses. Any normal living being, even an expert who’d accessed the first level of sequence, would be annihilated if they were grazed by any of the creatures.
“Oh?” Qinglie started as her eyes snapped to Lu Yun on the altar. There was no time for her to further consider the comment—three thousand and six hundred curse demons charged up the structure.
“Because I never fall down in the same place twice.” Lu Yun waved his hand and summoned the Army Pagoda. Its curtains of light surrounded the young man with a cocoon of protection a split second before the curse demons arrived.
Though it’d become the barracks of the Soldier King and his men, essentially a spatial treasure, its nature hadn’t changed. It was still a Profound Pagoda, the first one to ever appear in the Boundless Planes.
Lu Yun’s current level of strength couldn’t deploy the pagoda’s full power, but the Soldier King had left a formation of heaven and earth before his departure to use as the hub in commanding the treasure. Lu Yun could use the formation as a lever to pry into the pagoda’s power and release purple-golden light, pushing it out in all directions.
“Damn it, that Profound Pagoda!” Qinglie cursed at the sudden might from the pagoda and left without another word.
After Lu Yun killed the Curse King’s replica, he’d sat cross-legged over the ocean for three years. The pagoda had watchfully hovered over his head during that time; no one had been able to shift it. Qinglie hadn’t thought that the Profound Pagoda would remain by Lu Yun’s side after the last soldier left for Ruina.
“That brat must be God’s bastard son!” Qinglie swore in a bad temper and ran off with curse dao’s heavyweights. She didn’t dare try for Lu Yun’s head when such a terrifying treasure stood by his side.
The Curse King had given her a command before he died—never, ever try to kill Lu Yun. She’d come regardless because there was a tiny rebellious murmuring in her heart.
Lu Yun would never fall down in the same place twice, and thus he would never be killed in the same manner twice.
“Running off just like that?” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be able to do anything to her if she insisted on invading immortal dao. All I can manage now is to defend myself.”
“Although Qinglie can’t do anything to master, martial uncle will make trouble for her when he returns,” Qi Fengyun laughed. “Her only goal was master and not immortal dao. Occupying immortal dao now wouldn’t benefit her in the slightest. In fact, it’ll only attract disaster to curse dao.”
“She’s already attracted disaster to curse dao,” Lu Yun grinned. “Dongfang Ao, take three thousand golden immortals and go on a stroll through curse dao’s world. Kill some folks, set off some fires, knock a few places down. See what she can do about it.
“Curse dao’s disciples are in low spirits after the Curse King’s death. Qinglie has just come to this world of sequence, the dao’s denizens don’t recognize her yet.”
“Understood!” A bit dejected at how earlier events had gone, Dongfang Ao promptly perked up at Lu Yun’s command.
All immortals now practiced the new immortal dao and worked with new foundations. Dongfang Ao was ten times stronger than before. He’d yet to fully unleash his power when he fought the intruder, so this time, he would have at it with Qinglie no matter what.
He was Dongfang Mo’s disciple, after all. Perhaps he’d been a bit too weak before the foundations of immortal dao were changed, but he was certainly on a dao beholder level now. Those dao beholders had stopped at nothing to kill his senior and junior brothers and sisters!
Unless Qinglie wanted to die, she wouldn’t dare take personal action against Dongfang Ao and the three thousand golden immortals.
Lu Yun sat down cross-legged again to derive the connection between the altar and this world of sequence. There seemed to be something amiss.
“Master!” Qi Fengyun suddenly spoke up.
“Speak.” Although Lu Yun was deep in his calculations, he wasn’t distracted by his disciple’s interruption.
“Your disciple also conducted a series of calculations when the altar reappeared.”
“What did you find?”
“Nothing good.”
“How?”
“Your disciple didn’t theorize on the core essence of the altar, but used it as an opening to analyze Myriadsea World.” Qi Fengyun took a deep breath.
“Oh?” Lu Yun blinked. He hadn’t thought of this angle. He’d been focused on the altar all along and its connection with Myriadsea World. Qi Fengyun had sidestepped that entirely and viewed it as the backdrop for the entire world.
“What did you find?”
“Blood!” Qi Fengyun looked a bit pale. “Perhaps I’m not skilled enough and came to an erroneous conclusion… but I did see blood, mayhem, and the keening of endless souls. This isn’t a world of sequence, and the final world it evolves into will not be the world of sequence for a great dao!”
Lu Yun jerked with surprise. Qi Fengyun was second only to him when it came to formula dao. He was the third greatest in the art and his practical application of formula dao was superior to Lu Yun’s. Some of his ideas were outside the scope of Lu Yun’s capabilities.
Since Lu Yun was the founder of the dao, Qi Fengyun’s overall accomplishments would never surpass his master’s. Anything he attained strengthened formula dao, an improvement that would be instantly conveyed to Lu Yun. And so, Lu Yun didn’t doubt his disciple’s words.
He copied the idea and analyzed the altar as if it was Myriadsea World.
Boom!
A bloody cloud rose over Lu Yun’s head and exploded, releasing a bloody face that pounced on the young man with an open mouth.
“Piss off!” Lu Yun snorted and waved the burning withered wood out of the void. He directed it at the face.
Kaboom!
The altar trembled and blood trickled out of the simplistic azure structure, dying it red.
