161: Save my ass!

Before Su Lin's voice had even faded, a figure woven in black and white had already blocked Venerable Drywood's escape route.

Luo Ximei stood in the Void Realm, her platinum-gold right eye staring intently at Venerable Drywood, the curve of her lips filled with cruel excitement.

She raised her hand, her palm facing Venerable Drywood, who was desperately rushing toward the cave exit.

“Come back.”

Just two simple words.

There were no flashy spell lights or shadows.

Venerable Drywood only felt the space around him suddenly collapse.

The momentum of his outward rush was forcibly severed, and an extremely brutal suction force directly gripped his ankle.

“Get lost!!”

Venerable Drywood went mad.

He frantically formed hand seals, his cultivation base pouring out without reservation.

Tens of thousands of Sword Qi erupted around him, attempting to cut open this layer of spatial restraint.

“Sizzling, sizzling.”

The Sword Qi slashed against the Void Realm, producing a grating friction sound.

It actually cut through.

After all, he was an old monster who had lived for two thousand years; the explosive power unleashed while fighting for his life could not be underestimated.

The spatial restraint loosened slightly.

A sharp glint burst forth in Venerable Drywood's eyes—the hope of survival.

As long as he rushed out of this cave and used the Tianyan Sect's Mountain Protecting Grand Array to self-destruct, he still had a chance to escape with his Nascent Soul!

However.

A cloud of purple mist, without any warning, plastered itself onto his face.

“Cough cough... cough cough cough!!”

Venerable Drywood only inhaled a single breath, and his lungs immediately felt an intense pain, as if being corroded by strong acid.

The Spiritual Qi that had been flowing smoothly instantly solidified in his Meridians, like flowing clear water suddenly turning into viscous cement.

“Old man, you're so old, don't run so fast.”

Chu Weiwei's figure appeared on the side rock wall.

She was playing with the dark green medicine bottle in her hand, wearing the kind of gentle smile that made one's scalp tingle.

“Strenuous exercise is bad for the heart. I'll help you... slow down.”

“Vicious woman!!”

Venerable Drywood let out a mournful roar.

He could feel the purple mist penetrating his internal organs through his breath, frantically devouring his life force.

Even more terrifyingly, his skin started itching, followed by ulceration.

Chunks of flesh carrying black blood peeled off his face, exposing the pale cheekbones beneath.

“Ah ah ah ah!!”

The intense pain caused his already weakened Divine Soul, due to burning his Origin, to momentarily lose control.

In that instant.

Luo Ximei arrived.

She instantly teleported in front of Venerable Drywood, extending her hand—a hand covered in flowing black and white light—and grasped the top of Venerable Drywood's skull.

“Got you.”

Luo Ximei exerted force in her arm, unleashing the monstrous strength of Great Perfection of Integration Stage combined with True Immortal Origin.

Venerable Drywood didn't even have time to scream. He was treated like a human sandbag, swung around by Luo Ximei, and viciously smashed into the frantically spinning Teleportation Formation!

“Bang!!”

A muffled sound.

Venerable Drywood's body slammed heavily onto Daoist Cangsong.

The two highest authorities of the Tianyan Sect, now like two dead dogs, fell in a heap at the edge of the Formation.

The terrifying suction force of the Teleportation Formation instantly locked onto these two high-energy reaction sources.

“Buzz—!!”

The speed of the Formation's operation increased again.

The originally blue light pillar, mixed with the vital blood of Venerable Drywood and Daoist Cangsong, turned a bizarre purplish-red.

“No... don't...”

Daoist Cangsong was now so shriveled he was nothing but skin and bones.

His eyeballs bulged as he looked at his Old Ancestor, who was right beside him, uttering a final desperate plea for help.

“Old Ancestor... save...”

“Save my ass!”

Venerable Drywood was currently a clay Buddha crossing the river (unable to save himself).

He could feel the Spiritual Qi within his body draining away at a terrifying speed.

The Teleportation Formation was like an eternally hungry Taotie, opening its massive maw and greedily sucking away every drop of his cultivation.

“Su Lin!! May you die a horrible death!!”

Venerable Drywood lay on the stone platform, his fingers desperately clawing the ground, his nails broken and bloody.

He raised his head, his ulcerated face directed toward Su Lin, who stood in the center of the Formation, unleashing the most vicious curse.

“My Tianyan Sect is the leader of the Righteous Path! Protected by the Heavenly Dao!”

“For committing this act of annihilation today! The Heavenly Dao will surely send down Divine Punishment! Making your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!!”

Su Lin stood in the center of the Formation.

Around him was a raging spatial storm, and beneath his feet were frantically spinning runes.

His ink-black robe flapped loudly in the wind, his hair flying.

He looked down at the two old things still struggling on the verge of death at his feet, his gaze as calm as if watching two burning pieces of charcoal.

“The Heavenly Dao?”

Su Lin smiled.

Venerable Drywood was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Before the blood could hit the ground, it was sucked dry by the Formation.

“Also.”

Su Lin squatted down, bringing his line of sight level with Venerable Drywood.

“Don't pin the label of annihilation on me.”

“You were the one who activated this Formation.”

“You were the one who set up this killing trap.”

“You were the one who caused this spatial reversal.”

“I just... slightly adjusted its power supply method.”

Su Lin pointed at the two people currently being drained like batteries.

“See? Isn't it quite useful?”

“The teleportation charging has reached seventy percent, thanks to the devoted contribution of you two.”

“Ah ah ah ah!!”

Venerable Drywood went insane.

These words, designed to kill the heart and Soul, were more painful than actually killing him.

He wanted to self-destruct.

Even if it meant Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, he wanted to drag Su Lin down with him!

The Nascent Soul inside his Dantian began to swell violently, and a destructive aura brewed within his body.

“Want to self-destruct?”

Luo Ximei's figure landed again, stepping on Venerable Drywood's back.

“Crack!”

The sound of a breaking spine was clearly audible.

“Trying to self-destruct in front of this Venerable? Did you get this Venerable's permission?”

Luo Ximei exerted force under her foot, and black and white Devilish Qi drilled along Venerable Drywood's spine, instantly sealing his Dantian and Qi Sea.

The originally swelling Nascent Soul was forcibly suppressed by this higher-level power.

“You...”

Venerable Drywood was despairing.

He couldn't win, couldn't run, and couldn't even commit suicide.

“Fifth Junior Sister, don't break him.”

Chu Weiwei also floated over.

She was holding an exquisite small silver knife and squatting next to Daoist Cangsong.

Daoist Cangsong was nearly drained dry at this point, his consciousness starting to blur.

“This one is too skinny, not much oil and water.”

Chu Weiwei kicked Daoist Cangsong dismissively, then turned her gaze toward Venerable Drywood.

“Revered Master, the Teleportation Formation still needs thirty percent energy, right?”

Chu Weiwei turned to look at Su Lin, her expression seeking praise.

“If we let him drain slowly like this, it might take another quarter of an hour.”

“Weiwei has a way to make him... drain faster.”

Su Lin looked at his two disciple, one stepping on the man's spine, the other holding a knife and figuring out where to let blood.

He nodded: “Just don't dirty the Formation Plate.”

“Got it!”

Chu Weiwei replied excitedly.

She turned her head and gave Venerable Drywood a sweet smile.

“Old man, bear with it.”

“Weiwei calls this move Myriad Streams Returning to the Source.”

Before her voice fell.

The silver knife in her hand turned into a streak of flowing light, swiftly slashing across Venerable Drywood's body.

Swish swish swish!

A series of blood lines shot out.

Wrists, ankles, femoral arteries, heart... all one hundred and eight major acupuncture points across his body were cut open.

But the cuts were precise.

Neither too deep nor too shallow, they severed the Spiritual Qi shield without damaging the foundation.

Next, Chu Weiwei pulled out a black medicine bottle and evenly sprinkled the powder inside onto the wounds.

“This is Soul Devouring Powder.”

“It can make your blood boil, speeding up the flow tenfold.”

“And it can also melt your Divine Soul into your blood, letting it flow out together.”

“Awoo—!!!”

Venerable Drywood let out a miserable howl that sounded inhuman.

That was not pain.

That was the horrific torture of his Soul being ripped apart and forcibly squeezed out of his body.

From the wounds on his body, what gushed out was no longer bright red blood, but Spiritual Blood—golden in color, containing his lifelong cultivation base and the Origin of his Divine Soul!

The moment this Spiritual Blood left his body, it was instantly swallowed by the Teleportation Formation below.

“Boom!!”

Having received this injection of high-quality fuel, the Teleportation Formation let out a satisfied roar.

The charging progress bar instantly surged.

Seventy percent... eighty percent... ninety percent!

“Just a little more!”

Luo Ximei watched the light pillar nearing Perfection, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

“Then let's add more fuel to the fire!”

She lifted her foot, releasing her suppression of Venerable Drywood.

Then, she made a grasping motion with both hands.

“myriad soul banner! Come!”

Although the myriad soul banner was damaged in the Myriad Tribulation Ruins, it was enough to deal with a dying old dog.

A black banner appeared out of thin air, moving without wind.

“Suck him dry!”

Luo Ximei pointed a finger out.

Countless ghost hands stretched out from the myriad soul banner, plunging directly into Venerable Drywood's body.

Since physical bloodletting wasn't enough, she would directly extract his Soul!

“No... don't...”

Venerable Drywood no longer even had the strength to scream.

He watched helplessly as his Divine Soul was forcibly ripped from his physical body by the myriad soul banner.

It was a translucent, distorted Nascent Soul figure.

It struggled desperately, trying to burrow back into the body.

But the suction force of the Teleportation Formation below was too great, combined with the pull of the myriad soul banner.

“Pop.”

A soft sound.

Venerable Drywood's Nascent Soul completely left his body.

The next second.

It was swept into the violent spatial vortex of the Teleportation Formation.

How enormous was the energy contained within a Half-step Mahayana Nascent Soul?

“Rumble—!!!”

The entire underground cave shook violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had occurred.

The blue light pillar above the stone platform instantly erupted with blinding, unbearable light.

Charging, Perfection!

“It's done!”

A sharp light flashed in Su Lin's eyes.

He formed hand seals, sending the final spell formula into the Formation Plate.

“Spatial Channel, open!”

“Buzz—”

A massive spatial vortex formed above the stone platform.

At this moment.

The two corpses on the ground—Daoist Cangsong and Venerable Drywood—had completely turned into two dried husks, not a shred of Spiritual Qi remaining, and crumbled into dust with the shaking of the Formation.

“Go!”

Su Lin shouted.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swept up his two disciple and stepped into the spatial vortex.

The moment the three figures disappeared.

The endurance of the underground cave reached its limit.

Having lost the suppression of the Formation, coupled with the violent energy extraction just now, the earth veins completely collapsed.

“Crack! Crack!”

Massive fissures frantically spread along the rock walls, rushing straight to the surface... Tianyan Sect, Tianshu Peak.

Tens of thousands of disciple were gathered in the main hall square, anxiously awaiting news that the Old Ancestor and Sect Head had slain the Devil Head.

Just then.

A muffled boom suddenly came from the ground beneath their feet.

Immediately afterward, the main hall of Tianshu Peak, which had stood for thousands of years, collapsed without warning.

The center of the entire peak was scooped out as if by an invisible giant hand, sinking directly downward.

Smoke and dust shot up into the sky.

The magnificent hall instantly turned into ruins, and thousands of disciple on the square screamed as they plunged into the bottomless abyss.

“What's happening?!”

“An earthquake?!”

“Run!”

Panic instantly spread.

However, the nightmare had just begun.

With the collapse of Tianshu Peak, the foundation of the Mountain Protecting Grand Array of the entire Tianyan Mountain Range was also uprooted.

Without the protection of the Grand Formation, the violent suction force underground completely spiraled out of control.

A massive vortex, ten li in diameter, formed at the original site of Tianshu Peak.

It not only devoured earth and stone but also frantically plundered the Spiritual Qi of the surrounding world.

The disciple who hadn't managed to flee far felt their Spiritual Power uncontrollably leaving their bodies, forcibly sucked away by the vortex.

“My cultivation! My cultivation is draining away!”

“Help! I can't fly anymore!”

Wails covered the fields.

Amidst this scene of living hell.

A massive phantom figure woven in black and white suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was Luo Ximei's projection.

She was only the upper half of a body, thousands of zhang tall, like a god or demon descending upon the world.

Her platinum-gold right eye coldly overlooked the destruction of the Tianyan Sect below.

“The Tianyan Sect is removed from the roster today.”

Her voice, amplified by Devilish Qi, sounded like rolling thunder, echoing for thousands of li.

“This is the burial ground your Old Ancestor chose for himself.”

“If anyone is dissatisfied...”

The projected Luo Ximei extended a finger, lightly pointing towards the massive abyss vortex below.

“This Venerable, Luo Ximei of the Demonic Path, awaits you at any time.”

As the words fell.

The projection dissipated.

Only a stretch of silent ruins remained, along with tens of thousands of Tianyan Sect disciple who had lost all their cultivation and were crying out in despair amidst the dust.

The great Righteous Path sect that had stood for thousands of years, the Tianyan Sect.

Destroyed... Inside the Spatial Channel.

Streaks of light flashed by, surrounded by bizarre space-time turbulence.

Su Lin stood in the center of the channel, using his Spiritual Power, which was infused with the Law of Space, to maintain a stable barrier, protecting the three of them.

Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei leaned against him, one on each side.

“Revered Master, wasn't I especially magnificent just now?”

Luo Ximei was still savoring that final projection.

“It felt so good to see those hypocrites scared out of their wits.”

“Yes, magnificent.”

Su Lin perfunctorily nodded.

His current focus was entirely on calculating the coordinates.

Although the Ten Thousand Li Trachoma Array was repaired, it had been messed up by those two old things, causing slight deviations in the spatial coordinates.

He had to correct them precisely, otherwise, transmitting into a spatial rift would be a huge problem.

“Revered Master...”

Chu Weiwei also moved closer, carrying the unique sweet scent of blood associated with recent killing.

“The blood of that old dog Drywood flowed beautifully just now.”

“It would have been an excellent medicinal primer, but sadly, it was all sucked dry by the Formation. Otherwise, Weiwei would have definitely collected a few bottles.”

Su Lin glanced at her: “You have at least a hundred types of poisons in your storage ring that could kill a Body Integration Stage cultivator. Isn't that enough for you to play with?”

“No,” Chu Weiwei whined, “Those are dead things. Weiwei wants fresh ones.”

“Once we reach Juejian Pass, there will be plenty of foreign races for you to play with.”

Su Lin withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.

A point of light had already appeared at the end of the channel.

That was the exit.

“Get ready.”

Su Lin said solemnly, “Outside the exit is the Western Desert battlefield.”

“Those foreign race armies won't listen to reason.”

“We know.”

Luo Ximei twisted her neck, producing a series of cracking sounds.

The excitement in her eyes grew stronger.

“Killing those two old dogs just now didn't even get me warmed up.”

“I hope those foreign races... can take a beating.”

Chu Weiwei also put away her playful smile, two glowing daggers appearing in her hands.

“Revered Master, don't worry. Anyone who dares to block our path, Weiwei will turn them into a puddle of water.”

“I mean...”

Su Lin looked at his two disciple, who were about to go berserk again, and reluctantly added:

“Get ready... to be beaten.”

“Huh?”

Both of them froze simultaneously.

Before they could understand what Su Lin meant.

“Boom!!”

The exit of the Spatial Channel had arrived.