Chapter 1641 — The Supreme Venerable Saves His Kin

Yu Cangqi fled all the way.

His body was covered in wounds; his primordial spirit was wounded too, and his own Great Dao had suffered severe damage.

He gasped hoarsely, casting wary glances behind him.

Behind him, a slender figure clung to him like a maggot on bone, impossible to shake off.

It was Wang Muran.

Jingping once had a supreme holy land called the Lesser Jade Capital, transformed from fragments of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court. Its people called themselves immortals, and Wang Muran was the leader of those immortals, known as Immortal Wang. Since the Jingping Reforms began, whether it was the former Daoist Sect, the Great Thunderclap Temple, or the Heavenly Sage Cult, their techniques and divine powers had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Daoist Sect had the Heavenly Court Daoist Sect and the support of the Dao Ancestor, and with their mastery of divination, the Daoists grew ever more accomplished in the arts of calculation; thus they were highly valued by Emperor Yanxiu. The Great Thunderclap Temple likewise had the support of the Buddhist Realm and the Great Brahma Heavenly King Buddha, as well as the backing of Zhankong Tathagata, a great Buddha unparalleled in Buddha-heart and Buddha-nature, and it flourished more and more.

As for the Heavenly Sage Cult, it had penetrated both court and countryside. Moreover, Shen Mu, the Heavenly Venerable of Mu, was the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping.

Though the Heavenly Sage Cult kept a low profile and was seldom mentioned, its hidden influence only grew stronger. Only the Lesser Jade Capital, that supreme holy land of old, had gradually fallen behind because it was unwilling to attach itself to the Kaihuang era and lacked the support of that era's powerhouses.

Yet Immortal Wang was obstinate by nature and insisted on walking a different path. He intended not only to catch up with his old enemy Jiang Baigui and beat him soundly, but also to beat Xu Shenghua and beat Shen Mu. He fused the countless techniques of the Lesser Jade Capital and sought his own path.

Though the road was arduous, in recent years he had become one of the leaders of the Jingping Reforms and had won no small achievements. Yu Cangqi, the reincarnation of the Divine Emperor Langxuan, had also absorbed the fruits of the Jingping Reforms over the years.

He was one of the Ten Heavenly Venerables, carrying within him the Great Heavenly Court technique of the thirty-five-layered heavenly palace, and he was also proficient in the Dao of the Primordial Beginning. But a learner was always a learner. Facing a figure like Immortal Wang, who stood at the forefront, he suffered greatly.

Whether he unleashed the improved Great Heavenly Court technique or the Divine Origin Finger, he could not inflict any harm on Immortal Wang. He had cultivated for too short a time and was still at the Heavenly River realm, while this Immortal Wang had already stepped out of the Nine Prison Terrace realm and begun to touch the Jade Capital realm. In mere mana alone, he was far inferior; as for Daoist arts and divine powers, he was even further behind.

Yu Cangqi was like a wounded leopard, skulking through lofty mountains and steep ridges to evade Immortal Wang. He felt even more like a mouse before Wang Muran, and Wang Muran was the cat, amusing himself by toying with him, waiting until he tired of the game to swallow him in one bite. He came to the bank of the Yong River and was about to wash the blood from his body when he saw that Immortal Wang again.

Wang Muran sat by the river.

Beside him was an old fisherman. This bored Immortal Wang tossed stones at the river surface where a float bobbed, each stone striking the float with perfect accuracy.

The old fisherman dared not voice his anger; his beard bristled and his eyes glared. Yu Cangqi gritted his teeth and turned away.

Several days later, he slipped into Bazhou City of Jingping.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Wang Muran again. Wang Muran was drinking douhua by the roadside. Proud, aloof, and stubborn, he was out of place among others. His aura was strange; as he sat there, the douhua shop had no other customers.

Yu Cangqi let out a great shout and rushed toward the spirit-energy transfer bridge of Bazhou. Looking back, he saw Wang Muran put down the money for the douhua and slowly walk toward the bridge.

"As long as I escape Jingping and return to the Heavenly Court, I'll have this brat die in a thousand and one ways. " Yu Cangqi broke through the checkpoint and dove into the bridge. At the other end of the bridge was Lancang Heaven, one of the heavens of the Southern Heaven.

Yu Cangqi fled swiftly, rushing toward another spirit-energy transfer bridge in Lancang Heaven.

Behind him, Wang Muran was still following, and suddenly a palm strike came.

Yu Cangqi tried with all his strength to block it, but could not; he was struck until he spat blood, tumbling over and over, then leaped up and continued to flee. He fled through one heaven after another in the Southern Heaven, not knowing how long he fled or how far, passing through dozens of heavens.

Suddenly, he came tumbling out of a spirit-energy transfer bridge and saw before him a towering, incomparably huge divine statue. It was the statue of Heavenly Venerable Fire, majestic and magnificent.

Behind the statue's head was a flame wheel ten thousand zhang tall, and many divine-power practitioners were climbing onto the flame wheel to clean the dust from it. This statue had once been burned down by Shen Mu, but later it was rebuilt, even taller and more imposing than before.

Yu Cangqi was both shocked and delighted.

Lying in a pool of blood, he cried hoarsely, "I am the Divine Emperor Langxuan!

I am the Divine Emperor Langxuan!

I have been pursued here by the petty villains of Jingping! Yan Yazi!

Yan Yazi, where are you? Go quickly and inform Heavenly Venerable Fire!

" This was the Fire Heaven Palace of Heavenly Venerable Fire in the Southern Heaven, incomparably luxurious and splendid. Yan Yazi, the eldest disciple of Heavenly Venerable Fire, guarded this place.

Upon hearing the news, he hurried over at once. When he heard Yu Cangqi announce his identity, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, "Men!

Protect the Divine Emperor! Quickly inform Heavenly Venerable Fire! " Above the Great Abyss of Guixu, two Heavenly Venerables Hao stood together.

One of them had a body in tatters; he was the Guixu body of Heavenly Venerable Hao, not yet accomplished in the Dao.

During the Battle of Youdu, he had been severely wounded by Supreme Venerable Lingyu and fled into Guixu. He fell from the sky and crashed hard into the Empress's separate palace, shattering into a puddle of mud. At that time, his injuries were extremely grave.

The mud squirmed, and just as it reassembled his body, it immediately shattered again into a puddle of mud. The Myriad Dao Heavenly Wheel had also been smashed to pieces by Supreme Venerable Lingyu and spun madly around this puddle of mud. He refined the Goddess of the Great Simplicity and obtained her entire Daoist method. Using the Dao of the Great Simplicity, he repaired the Myriad Dao Heavenly Wheel, gradually making it whole.

The Heavenly Wheel refined the power of the Dao of the Primordial Beginning contained in Supreme Venerable Lingyu's strike. After a long while, he barely suppressed his injuries, still shaken with lingering fear.

Just as he intended to return to Youdu to take charge of the battle, violent streams of light surged upward from the Great Abyss of Guixu, and the tides erupted. He saw the red rope knot.

Within the tides, five red ropes formed a strange mudra, sealing something unknown. Even the tides of Guixu could not destroy it.