C313 Cracking the Ship!
As Wei Wujiang spoke, the spatial rift that had flown away from Shen Feiqing began to contort and twist.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The disciple nurtured by Lau Wei from the Cold Yin Sect, Lei Xiao in the late Penetrating Stage, and another Thunder Sect disciple were all instantaneously shredded into chunks by the spatial rift.
Below the Yin God Stage, death of the body meant true death.
Only upon entering the Yin God Stage could one hope to be reborn, even if their physical body was destroyed.
Lau Wei, Lei Xiao, and the two disciples from the Cold Yin Sect and Thunder Sect had not ascended to the Yin God Stage. Their bodies were cleaved in two, signifying their absolute demise.
There was no longer any hope for survival.
Yu Yuan's lips curled into a peculiar smile as he cast a distant glance at Ning Ji.
Ning Ji's eyes sparkled with excitement as he tightly clenched his fists in secret.
It was Lau Wei of the Cold Yin Sect who had sabotaged him during his attempt to advance to the Profound Break Stage!
He had resigned himself to never witnessing Lau Wei's death, to always looking up to him, watching as Lau Wei's power soared, stepping into the Yin God Stage and thriving within the Cold Yin Sect.
He had thought vengeance would elude him for a lifetime.
Yet now, Lau Wei, the man he considered his archenemy, was the first to fall!
"Swish!"
The spatial rift that had claimed the lives of Lau Wei and Lei Xiao showed no signs of stopping, continuing its deadly path toward the gathering place of the Dragon Servitors at Hidden Dragon Lake.
The Dragon Servitors descended into chaos.
High above in the night sky, the two Soul Wandering practitioners from the Thunder Sect and Cold Yin Sect wore grave expressions.
The deaths of Lau Wei, Lei Xiao, and the others had not unsettled Jiaang Moyan and Zou Jin; they remained composed, their keen intellects intact.
For Soul Wandering Stage practitioners like them, fellow disciples who had not even ascended to the Yin God were of little consequence.
Those who had not reached the Yin God Stage were already on the fringes of the Thunder Sect and Cold Yin Sect.
After all, neither Lau Wei nor the Thunder Sect possessed the prodigious talent of Lau Ying, who was destined to inherit the mantle of the Silver Moon Sect's leader, provided they did not meet an untimely end.
Thus, even if those individuals were from the same sect, their deaths were merely that—deaths.
Jiang Moyan and Zou Jin fixated their gaze on Shen Feiqing's departing Yin God, vigilantly preparing to cast a seal to thwart her spirit's swift escape.
Indeed, Shen Feiqing's Yin God's departure was something they had anticipated.
They had been waiting for this very moment!
The departure of the Yin God signaled that Shen Feiqing was aware of her dire predicament and the impending backlash from the Void True Spell. In desperation, she sought to preserve herself through her Yin God.
Surely, her Yin God would flee to the secret realm, wouldn't it?
Above, the Seventh Level Silverfrost Dragon, with its luminous silver eyes, observed a spatial rift darting like lightning among the Dragon Servitors, its mind tinged with confusion.
First, Liu Wei and Lei Xiao perished, and now the Dragon Servitors of Hidden Dragon Lake—could it all be mere coincidence?
"Chi!"
A new, even more slender and brilliant spatial rift appeared, resembling a gleaming blade.
Near Shen Feiqing, the rift seemed to be nudged by an unseen force.
The dazzling rift shot out from beside Shen Feiqing's Yin God and, in a flash, made a beeline for the gilding treasure ship where Wei Wujiang and his companions were.
"Dodge! Move quickly!"
"Fools! Start the ship now!"
Wei Wujiang and the young nobles of the Divine Might Empire cried out, their faces blanching.
In a corner of the treasure ship, Wai Feng's head hung low, her demeanor calm and composed.
She awaited the unfolding events with anticipation...
The narrow, luminous spatial rift, like a colossal blade of light, cleaved through the air towards the gilding treasure ship.
In a moment, the flying spiritual artifact, a costly creation of the Divine Might Empire, was bathed in a cascade of golden light.
Layer upon layer of viscous, golden luminescence enveloped the ship.
One by one, the intricate Matrix Diagrams etched into the ship's structure sprang to life.
The gilding treasure ship burst forth with a dazzling golden radiance in the night sky, revealing at least a dozen strange and complex Matrix Diagrams, each exuding an imposing and inviolable aura.
In that moment, as the spatial rift cleaved through the air like a blade of light, all the stable Matrix Diagrams, once as impregnable as fortress walls and etched with golden light, were as fragile as tissue paper. They were shredded in an instant with a resounding "crack!" The hull, forged from dozens of gold metal alloys and tempered a thousand times over, was severed by the spatial rift. The Divine Might Empire's gilded treasure ship, a marvel of the skies, was torn asunder!
As the intricate Matrix Diagrams and the ship's body were being ripped apart, Wei Wujiang and the others aboard had already made their escape. In the face of life and death, no one spared a thought for Wei Feng. Cowering in a corner, Wei Feng watched motionless as the spatial rift sliced through the ship. Miraculously, as the gleaming blade of light neared her, it shifted its trajectory. The rift grazed just half a meter from her feet, reducing the empire's once majestic flying spiritual artifact to scattered fragments.
A sense of satisfaction washed over Wei Feng, and she silently praised, "Well done, Commander!" She was acutely aware of the countless years of the empire's wealth poured into the creation of the golden treasure ship. Now, as it lay in ruins at her feet, destroyed by the commander of the Tusk Troops, it felt like a release for all the frustration and hardship she had endured. Her eyes brimmed with elation as she descended with the broken pieces of the ship.
"What a pity," Yuan Lianyao's voice, tinged with schadenfreude, suddenly rang in Yu Yuan's ears. The seductive "Bloody Red Lotus" had, unbeknownst to him, taken her place by his side. Her red lips were pursed, and her captivating eyes shone with intrigue as they fixed on him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Yu Yuan asked, feeling like a thief caught in the act. Wang Jinlin of the Spirit Void Sect, holding the "Nether Gold" just meters away, had intended to seize the opportunity to strike at Yu Yuan. But when the spatial rifts spiraled out of control, he abandoned his murderous intent. Now, his only desire was to understand what was happening and to distance himself as much as possible from those lethal spatial rifts.
As Yuan Lianyao gracefully approached, he discreetly weighed his options and began to withdraw. His concern shifted to whether the Lord of Darkmoon City might join forces with Yu Yuan against him. In the midst of the tumultuous scene, with treacherous hearts all around, the elders of the Spirit Void Sect, confident with their space teleportation array, felt no urgency to intervene.
Unprotected and let down by the Nether Gold at a critical juncture, Wang Jinlin couldn't afford to be anything but cautious.
Yu Yuan, who had just exchanged a few words with Yuan Lianyao, chuckled with a hint of surprise. "Take a look at him. He's a disciple of Taoist Chongxiao, isn't he? So why does he seem even more frightened than I am?" He gestured towards Wang Jinlin and conversed with Yuan Lianyao, "Sister City Lord, do you think there's a secret realm hidden within this Absence Relic? And if there is, how many lives do you reckon it will claim?"
Caught off guard, Yuan Lianyao hesitated before whispering, "You're aware of the secret realm too?"
Yu Yuan responded with an affirmative smile.
"Kill!" The command erupted from Lih Baixiong, the leader of the Tusk Troops.
Armored warriors astride Tusk Beasts surged into the thick underbrush, seeking to eliminate the obscure practitioners lurking beyond the lake.
"And who else might be involved?" Yu Yuan inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Besides the Thunder Sect and the Cold Yin Sect, there are other factions that have made their way here, harboring nefarious plans," Yuan Lianyao answered, her gaze fixed intently on him. "Tell me, does Shen Feiqing on the mid-lake island have any connection to you?"
"We are strangers; don't let your imagination run wild," Yu Yuan dismissed the notion.
With a "Whoosh!" Lee Yuchan transformed into a streak of ice light and positioned herself beside him, eyeing Yu Yuan with a scrutinizing look of suspicion.
