527: Chapter 527 Flame Clan Fire Child, Ambush and Assassination Scheme

The next day, Hun Tiandi, Princess Nian Youyou, Liu Ling, Tian Xin, and the Little Golden Dragon quietly left Chang'an City.

The four people and one dragon prepared to head to the Central State again, this time with the goal of finding Qing Yue and Hao Meili.

"Tian Xin came to the Black-Corner Region from the East Sea after the Little Golden Dragon finished its seclusion."

"After visiting the Dazheng Dynasty, when the person and dragon learned that Hun Tiandi was heading to the Central State, Tian Xin immediately decided to follow along!"

Tian Xin made the decision without any hesitation.

Hun Tiandi smiled slightly. He was naturally aware of how formidable Tian Xin was; with that terrifying physique, he believed there would be no issues on the trip to the Central State.

Half a month later, in the lush mountain range, a thin figure stepped out of the endless forest.

Accompanying the appearance of this figure, a thick, bloody, and malevolent aura emanated naturally from his body.

Within a fifty-mile radius, any Magical Beast that could smell this blood-scented aura fled frantically, as if facing a superior being.

It had taken nearly fifteen days to step out of the mountain range.

Traversing the Tianmu Mountain Range to hone his Dou Techniques, though his appearance was disheveled, his body was stained with the blood of various Magical Beasts.

His long hair was draped over his back in clumps, and his cheeks were streaked with blood.

Shouldering a hideous long saber, with pitch-black eyes, he withdrew the almost tangible Killing Sword Intent into his body.

He looked ordinary on the outside, but an extremely dangerous aura permeated his bones, ready to erupt with a sharp edge when encountering danger.

"Hun Tiandi is out?" A smile appeared on Princess Nian Youyou's face the moment she saw Hun Tiandi step out of the forest.

"This guy finally came out!" Tian Xin muttered, slowly stretching her limbs, with the Little Golden Dragon circling her shoulder.

It looked around curiously.

Standing atop the peak before him, looking at the constant flow of figures and the noisy crowds in the distance, Hun Tiandi took a deep breath.

Half a month of bitter cultivation was lonely and tedious, but to become a powerhouse who stands above all living beings...

...the effort put in and the loneliness endured are unimaginable.

"I'll find a river first to wash up, then head to the Tianmu Mountain Range."

Hun Tiandi turned to look at Princess Nian Youyou's group and spoke indifferently, his figure flickering as he blurred toward the distance.

Fifteen minutes later, he found a river, washed away the grime, and changed into a fresh set of cyan robes. His originally delicate face had shed its youthfulness, now possessing sharp contours and a piercing gaze.

Hun Tiandi's growth speed was extremely fast. He took a deep breath, focusing on the Sea of Consciousness space deep between his brows.

His avatar was constantly undergoing the tempering of the Killing Sword Intent. Although this placed a massive burden on his soul power, the God Refining Art was always active.

Once the soul's origin was threatened, he would use the Soul Weapon Art to slay the endless soul bodies within the ten thousand soul banner.

To strengthen his avatar, Hun Tiandi—not being a conventional Alchemist—used simple and crude methods to relieve soul fatigue.

Fortunately, his soul realm had previously broken through to the early stage of the Spirit Realm in the Undead Mountain Range.

Otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to sustain such consumption.

"Liu Ling, how much further until the energy tide of the Tianmu Mountain Range?" Hun Tiandi asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is still a day's journey away!" Liu Ling replied.

"The energy tide of the Tianmu Mountain Range? Are you planning to..." Princess Nian Youyou turned to look at Hun Tiandi, seemingly realizing something.

Looking toward the north, his back suddenly trembled, and a pair of blood-colored Qi wings unfolded.

With a tap of his toes, his figure shot out like a sharp sword, turning into a blood-colored blur as he streaked toward the north.

Tianmu Mountain Range, Northern Region of Central State.

Its reputation was quite renowned. Within it lay a place of great fortune: the Tianshan Blood Pool, which appeared once every three years. The miraculous effects it contained held significant appeal for most people.

It was most popular among the younger generation. The Blood Pool had the effect of transforming one's constitution and helping one break through bottlenecks.

The effect was best for the younger generation.

To nurture young disciples, some sects and large factions would also pay attention to it.

Dou Huang and Dou Zong were two completely different watersheds. In the Central State, a Dou Huang expert could be called a powerhouse.

However, only a true Dou Zong would enjoy the treatment of a real expert.

For a sect, possessing a Dou Huang expert could be considered the core strength of their foundation, but possessing a Dou Zong made them a truly top-tier power.

As long as a clan had a Dou Zong, their influence and reputation would naturally be stronger than having multiple Dou Huang experts.

Of course, there were no absolutes; there were also monsters who could fight across levels at the Dou Huang stage to defeat Dou Zong or even Dou Zun level experts.

Such as Hun Tiandi.

Swoosh!

As Hun Tiandi's group streaked toward the north, a loud roar of a Magical Beast echoed across the sky, shaking the surroundings.

It was extremely fast—a Rank 6 flying Magical Beast, a White Crane, with a formidable aura.

What drew the most attention were the two figures, one tall and one short, standing on the back of the White Crane.

The tall figure had a lithe body, dressed in a red dress like flame, wearing a veil, with a red lotus fire mark branded on her forehead and an aura as deep as an abyss.

Beside her was a youth of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in snow-white clothes, with an arrogance that reached the clouds, seemingly looking down on everyone in the world.

An innate arrogance.

"Eh, this is..." Suddenly, the beautiful figure in the red dress looked down at Hun Tiandi, who was in flight.

Suddenly sensing a gaze upon him, Hun Tiandi turned his head and happened to lock eyes with her.

Caw!

The White Crane let out a cry and streaked toward the north. Hun Tiandi landed on a mountain peak, frowning as he watched the figures depart.

"Who was that?" Hun Tiandi said softly.

"Your Majesty, they seem to be from the Yan Clan. I encountered them once while traveling the Central State before." Liu Ling spoke slowly.

"Yan Clan? One of the Ancient Eight Clans?" Hun Tiandi murmured. So there were still people from the Yan Clan left; it seemed the Hun Clan hadn't completely wiped them out back then.

The person he sensed watching him earlier was actually from the Yan Clan.

In the Great Yan Empire of the Northern Region, within a palace, the gates were tightly shut, and a large number of guards stood outside protecting the hall.

There were only six people inside the hall.

The six people were looking at a strategic map before them. Leading them were the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire and Mr. Bai, while the other four were Grand Commanders from four other empires.

The four Grand Commanders all looked at Mr. Bai.

"Mr. Bai, we have arrived. Can you speak now?" one of them asked directly.

Mr. Bai smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with a sense of determination and confidence as if he had already won, as he looked at the four.

"Everyone, the current situation is critical. How much longer can we hold out?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Without external support, my empire can last another four years."

"External aid? That's likely impossible. On the current battlefield, the surrounding powers are all watching from the sidelines. It's good enough if the factions bordering my empire don't attack us."

"The sects near my empire are also constantly making small moves."

The four shook their heads one after another.

"Hahaha, the situation is severe, but that doesn't mean there is no way out." Mr. Bai laughed.

"We wonder what plan Mr. Bai has?" All four looked at Mr. Bai.

"Ambush and kill the Emperor of Dazheng; to catch the bandits, first capture their leader!"

"Recently, the Tianshan Blood Pool in the Northern Region is about to open. I have received news that the Dazheng Emperor, Hun Tiandi, has already headed there. If our five empires join forces to set a trap and ambush him in the Tianmu Mountain Range, once successful, the crisis facing our empires will be resolved."

Mr. Bai said.

"And if we fail?" one person asked.

"If we fail, then all five empires perish together!" Mr. Bai said firmly.