820: Zhan Tian, ​​Wen Dao Jun

"Let's go."

Zhou Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze and spoke to the other two.

With the mountain-protecting formation breached and the well-trained military formation advancing relentlessly, the Xiyan Pavilion wouldn't hold out much longer. There was no point in continuing to watch the battle.

The three of them departed without a sound.

Only the white-robed Scholar standing in front of the Azure Phoenix palace, who had not acted the entire time, noticed their departure.

"The Heavenly Sword Successor of the Qingyang Zhou Clan..."

The white-robed Scholar's gaze was profound.

"Wu Yan, that Old Ancestor Mo has not yet ascended. Don't act recklessly and disrupt the grand plan for the True Sage's revival."

"Moreover, there are still many old monsters alive in the Chaofeng Ancient Realm. We cannot be hasty."

Suddenly, another voice echoed in the white-robed Scholar's mind, interrupting his thoughts.

"I know."

The white-robed Scholar withdrew his gaze from the distance and replied indifferently.

If not for the current constraints, he truly wished to test just how substantial the legendary Heavenly Sword Successor's reputation was.

To see if the reality matched the fame.

The mountains were stormed, the temples razed.

The Xiyan Pavilion was trampled flat.

In the distant Greencloud Mountains, opportunistic Cultivators, looking to profit from the chaos, specifically targeted those fleeing the Xiyan Pavilion, hoping to get a share of the spoils.

Though it remained to be seen who would ultimately prevail.

These matters were no longer of concern to Zhou Xiuyuan... The Void Realm.

A vast and desolate empty space.

Two figures, one in pursuit, one in flight.

"Zhan Tian!"

"You've been chasing your father for decades, you bastard! If you keep this up, don't blame me for getting serious!"

The fleeing figure ahead transformed into a red mist, darting rapidly through the void.

His tone, however, was one of frantic exasperation.

This Zhan Tian Dao Lord, for some inexplicable reason, had been chasing him madly for dozens of years.

If not for Zhan Tian Dao Lord's astonishing strength, which he couldn't match,

he would have long since taught him a harsh lesson.

"Plague Dao Lord, you were using a Small World to Cultivate a Demonic Technique. I witnessed it. You cannot escape."

Behind the red mist, a tall, black-haired man clad in dark battle armor, wielding a blunt-edged war spear, pursued relentlessly.

"Bullshit!"

Within the red mist, Plague Dao Lord felt like vomiting blood.

Decades ago, while wandering the Void Realm, he had come across a Small World enveloped in plague and disease.

He had kindly entered the world to provide aid and healing.

Yet, he was encountered by this Zhan Tian Dao Lord.

The Dao of Pestilence he cultivated happened to bear some resemblance to the miasma of plague covering that Small World.

Zhan Tian Dao Lord mistakenly believed he was using the world's living beings to Cultivate a Demonic Technique.

Without listening to any explanation, without another word, he began a relentless pursuit.

Plague Dao Lord was not one with a gentle temper either.

Being wronged like this, he couldn't be bothered to waste further breath explaining.

And so, the two fought.

Who could have known that Zhan Tian Dao Lord was even more bizarre? He practiced his so-called Heaven-Battling Secret Art, growing stronger with each fight.

Initially, Plague Dao Lord could hold a slight advantage, but the longer the battle lasted, the stronger Zhan Tian Dao Lord became, and he gradually found himself outmatched.

He considered retreat, not wanting to stoop to the level of this stubborn, single-minded fool.

Thus, he unleashed a great Divine Ability of escape, fleeing into the Void Realm.

But he had underestimated Zhan Tian Dao Lord's determination.

He actually followed him into the Void Realm, pursuing without relent, stickier than a plaster.

And so, he fled, he pursued.

In the blink of an eye, decades passed.

Decades meant little to a Dao Lord.

But for Plague Dao Lord, being chased and beaten by Zhan Tian Dao Lord, it was quite miserable.

"Damn it!"

Within the red mist,

Plague Dao Lord's heart hardened with resolve.

It seemed he couldn't shake off Zhan Tian without paying a price.

"Zhan Tian, you leave me no choice!"

The red mist halted, revealing Plague Dao Lord's form—a Cultivator in red Daoist robes with a somewhat gloomy countenance. Now, standing motionless in the void, his face showed a pained expression.

His right hand suddenly rose and thrust fiercely into his own chest.

Plague Dao Lord's face paled. In his hand appeared a ball of intensely concentrated red light.

This was the Origin Qi condensed from the Dao of Pestilence he cultivated.

It was his trump card.

Simultaneously, it was a killing move that wounded the enemy a thousand while damaging himself eight hundred.

Once struck by this wisp of Origin Qi,

he refused to believe Zhan Tian would remain unscathed.

In the distance, within the void,

The black-haired man in dark armor holding the blunt-edged spear curled his lips: "Finally stopped running?"

A glow emanated from the spear in Zhan Tian Dao Lord's hand.

Plague Dao Lord's expression darkened. Without further hesitation, he prepared to transform the Origin Qi, condensed from his Pestilence Origin Dao, into a palm seal and strike.

At that very moment,

An intangible tremor suddenly erupted in Plague Dao Lord's heart.

Plague Dao Lord instinctively stiffened.

Zhan Tian Dao Lord, who had been about to attack with his spear, also abruptly halted his movement.

A Black Giant Serpent, a million *zhang* long, appeared within their perception.

The sheer enormity of its mountain-like body alone made their hearts tremble.

Moreover, a deeply buried, inexplicable fear seemed to surge from the depths of their souls.

As if by unspoken agreement, both retracted their Dao techniques and Divine Abilities, standing quietly in the void, not daring to make a sound.

In the distance.

"Two Dao Lords?"

Zhou Xiutong looked from afar towards Zhan Tian Dao Lord and Plague Dao Lord.

"Old Ancestor, the cultivation methods of these two Dao Lords are somewhat unique."

Zhou Xiutong glanced at the two, feeling a bit curious.

"One Cultivates the Battle Dao, the other the Dao of Pestilence. Truly rare."

Mo Xuan casually swept a glance over them and nodded slowly.

Zhou Xiutong pondered these two cultivation paths in her heart; neither was simple.

The Battle Dao meant battling heaven, earth, and man. To advance in cultivation, one must constantly wage war and engage in slaughter.

However, this path was highly prone to falling midway.

After all, one who often walks by the river will eventually get their shoes wet.

As for the Dao of Pestilence, that was even rarer.

Cultivating the calamities and plagues of heaven and earth required chasing disasters and pestilential Qi, absorbing epidemic, plague, calamity, and misfortune into one's body.

It was equally perilous; a single misstep could lead to death.

To think she encountered two such individuals here, and both were Dao Lords who had cultivated to the Dao Integration Realm.

Zhou Xiutong thought this but had no intention of seeking exchange or sparring. A Dao Lord was far beyond her current ability to match.

In the void, Zhan Tian Dao Lord and Plague Dao Lord stood quietly.

An unknown amount of time passed.

"Has it... left?"

Plague Dao Lord didn't dare release his Divine Sense to scan, so he could only ask the distant Zhan Tian Dao Lord.

Zhan Tian Dao Lord was by nature fearless and unafraid.

If not for this temperament, he could never have cultivated this Battle Dao.

Yet, when that colossal entity appeared, he felt fear.

He suddenly thought that occasionally admitting fear and being afraid wasn't a bad thing.

Moreover, deep down, he felt a distinct unease towards this behemoth they had chanced upon, having only glimpsed it and sensed a trace of its aura from afar.

An indescribable feeling, as if it was embedded within his very Bloodline.

It was truly strange.

In the past, he had encountered beings far more powerful than himself, but none had evoked this sensation.

Zhan Tian Dao Lord couldn't figure it out.

Hearing Plague Dao Lord's question, he instinctively looked around, sensed his surroundings, and nodded.

"It's gone."

But as soon as the words left his mouth,

Zhan Tian Dao Lord looked up to see Plague Dao Lord transforming into a red mist and fleeing into the distance.

"Don't run!"

Fury surged in Zhan Tian Dao Lord's heart, and he transformed into a dark light, giving chase once more.

"If I don't run, I'm your father!"