743: It's all true.

"Tower Lord!"

The middle-aged Daoist in gray-white robes cried out in despair. That voice, like a Heavenly Decree, seemed to carry a hint of expectation, as if that was its very purpose.

He was still perfectly unharmed; the owner of that voice had done nothing further to him.

But this only made him more uneasy.

This was recklessness born of confidence, a ploy to draw the Tower Lord out.

This legendary Profound Celestial Venerable was truly uninhibited.

He no longer had time to ponder whether this Profound Celestial Venerable truly possessed invincible methods, or if he was merely a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, ignorant of the disparity between Celestial Venerables.

He had neither the time nor the courage to delve into such thoughts or speculations.

He could only unhesitatingly activate the means the Tower Lord had left on him.

Only then could he have a sliver of hope for survival.

Under the gaze of a Celestial Venerable, any personal struggle seemed utterly ridiculous.

Only a Celestial Venerable could contend with a Celestial Venerable.

Above the sky, the scorching sun, covered in long, narrow, dark abysses, silently watched down.

Buzz~

Just then.

The world suddenly fell silent.

The middle-aged Daoist in gray-white robes felt a surge of joy.

He seemed to have already seen a familiar, majestic figure.

His gaze turned into light, falling upon him.

A phantom figure with hands clasped behind its back quietly condensed within his consciousness.

Slowly turning around, its gaze was like law, piercing through illusion.

"Useless."

That suddenly condensed figure spoke coldly.

Then, it took a step.

This step seemed to cross an entire world.

The middle-aged Daoist in gray-white robes was stunned. In his consciousness, the figure with hands clasped behind its back, its face unseen, surrounded by myriad Daos, supported his entire world of consciousness with that single step.

"Tower Lord..."

"This subordinate... is incompetent..."

Above the Chaotic Sea, beneath the three scorching suns, the middle-aged Daoist muttered to himself, as if his soul had left him.

At the same time, an extremely unfamiliar yet mysterious aura, filled with profound dominance, slowly emanated from the middle-aged Daoist's body.

"Oh?"

"You actually dared to come?"

"However... why bother with these petty tricks."

Above the sky, in the two scorching sun-like pupils, the figure with hands clasped behind its back, seemingly about to emerge from the middle-aged Daoist's consciousness, was reflected.

The deep voice paused slightly.

"Once your tracks are revealed, don't even think about leaving."

The deep voice declared.

Buzz~

Above the Chaotic Sea, light filled with profound Great Dao illuminated the entire sky.

Below, the middle-aged Daoist, gradually becoming sluggish and on the verge of losing consciousness, becoming a vessel for a Celestial Venerable's projection, suddenly trembled in his heart.

An invisible ray of light flashed, directly shattering the connection between him and the Celestial Venerable.

In his final moment of awakening, he seemed to see an enormous entity, of unknown length and size, appearing through his consciousness in an unknown place.

It intercepted the Tower Lord.

"Tower Lord..."

The middle-aged Daoist subconsciously looked up.

Indeed, there was only one great sun in the sky.

And that pair of sun-like pupils had already vanished.

Yet, he himself was still in his original spot.

He hadn't moved an inch.

"Now... escape!"

Since that Profound Celestial Venerable had already left.

This was a good opportunity for him to escape.

The middle-aged Daoist did not want to miss this chance.

He was about to teleport away.

Not even the one person and three demons opposite him could distract him or shake his resolve in the slightest.

He had clearly forgotten his mission.

However, in the next instant.

"Pfft..."

The middle-aged Daoist suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

An excruciating pain of Divine Soul tearing apart was transmitted from an unknown place into his Divine Soul.

It was as if he was being torn in half by two people.

In just an instant, the middle-aged Daoist was already barely breathing.

"No..."

The middle-aged Daoist's body went limp in the air.

The two Celestial Venerables were actually using his Divine Soul as a battlefield, as a carrier, to engage in combat and magic.

Celestial Venerables fighting.

Even the aftershocks alone could injure him.

But this time it was even more terrifying.

It seemed that with just one strike, he would die.

However, a black and white power emanated from the unknown place.

It maintained his last wisp of Divine Soul.

Preventing him from immediately experiencing Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

It was just that he definitely wouldn't survive.

"Why..."

"Why... I was so cautious... yet..."

The middle-aged Daoist was extremely unwilling.

He had been so cautious, not even personally appearing to kill a Nascent Soul junior.

Fearing to leave behind Dao techniques or traces.

Or reveal clues that could lead to him being located by the powerhouses of those great sects and clans.

"It's... because... you..." The middle-aged Daoist's gaze fell on the Five-Colored Heavenly Scorpion, which was smaller but already full of Divine Qi, behind the purple figure in the distance.

"Why... did you meddle in others' business..."

Pfft!

The middle-aged Daoist was unwilling, resentful, and looked like he had gone mad.

But then, another large mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.

This blood was already dead, devoid of its true spirit.

His true spirit was constantly disappearing.

He was truly going to die... "Nascent Soul demon scorpion..."

The middle-aged Daoist felt absurd in his heart; he was actually dying because of such a small Nascent Soul demon.

That venomous gaze made the Heavenly Scorpion in the distance subconsciously shrink back behind Zhou Xiutong.

"Niece Xiutong, he seems to be failing."

The Heavenly Scorpion poked out its huge head, bravely looking at the middle-aged Daoist who was staring intently at him.

"And how did Boss suddenly disappear?"

The Heavenly Scorpion looked around but couldn't find any trace of its boss.

Zhou Xiutong shook her head.

With her cultivation, she still couldn't discern anything.

The ability to see through the Hedao identity of this dying middle-aged man in front of her.

Was already the result of refining a wisp of Heavenly Punishment Divine Lightning bestowed by the Old Ancestor and integrating it into her eyes.

However, attempting to observe a Celestial Venerable's battle with this was far from enough.

She would not do such an overconfident thing.

However, despite this, she was full of confidence in her Old Ancestor.

"Given Old Ancestor's nature, he would normally be too lazy to bother with these disturbances, and the Red Fragrance Tower is no exception."

"However, this is the second time the Red Fragrance Tower has offended Old Ancestor."

"Old Ancestor will certainly not let this go easily this time."

Zhou Xiutong's eyes were deep as she stared at the middle-aged Daoist, whose aura was weak and who seemed unable to catch his breath, analyzing to the Heavenly Scorpion behind her.

"Moreover, this Red Fragrance Assassin even tried to kill Uncle Scorpion, which has already violated Old Ancestor's taboo."

Before Zhou Xiutong finished speaking.

Behind her, the Heavenly Scorpion's chest involuntarily puffed out.

He, the Heavenly Scorpion, indeed held a very high position in Boss's eyes.

"Boss~"

The Heavenly Scorpion's eyes welled up with tears.

He should have brought Bathing Snow to meet Boss earlier.

It's just, *cough*, he hadn't truly entered Bathing Snow's heart before, which is why he could only resort to shameless tactics to forcefully stay there.

So much so that he didn't even pay attention to Boss's side.

Beside the Heavenly Scorpion.

Demon Venerable Mu Xue was already stunned.

She stared blankly at the Heavenly Scorpion beside her, whose chest was puffing higher and higher.

The turbulent waves rising in her heart were no less than those of the middle-aged Daoist.

"So..."

"It was all true..."

What the Heavenly Scorpion said was actually all true.

Demon Venerable Mu Xue felt as if her entire world had collapsed.

She couldn't understand how a Nascent Soul Realm Heavenly Scorpion could be connected to such an existence.

Moreover, the connection seemed to be quite deep.

PS:

Alas~ Another declared failure... It's too difficult...