541: Chapter 541 Star Sea Merchant Alliance, Violent Soul Search

At the edge of the Shattered Star Belt, in the deathly silent expanse of the Universe.

Three giant flying boats, so magnificent they hardly looked like warships, were hovering silently.

Their hulls were primarily made of Seven-Colored Glazed Crystal, engraved with complex Formation runes depicting the movement of stars.

At the bows, head-sized orbs were embedded, breathing out pure spiritual light.

This was the symbol of the Star Sea Merchant Alliance, the patrolling heaven treasure ship.

Each one represented a mobile treasury and possessed military force capable of crushing an ordinary Mahayana Cultivator.

In the main control room of the lead treasure ship, a woman dressed in palace attire with a graceful figure stood.

Through a massive crystal mystic light mirror, she gazed from afar at the Chaos deep within the Shattered Star Belt.

She was the special envoy sent by the Star Sea Merchant Alliance, Saint Yunlan, a genuine Mahayana Perfection Stage Cultivator.

In the Tian Yuan Star Domain, wherever she went, she was a presence revered by the masses.

“Saint, the Palace Master has ordered that we only conduct a probe and must not act rashly.”

A steward at the Great Perfection of Dao Conjoining stage beside her bowed and reminded her, his voice unable to hide his awe of that patch of Chaos.

“I know what I'm doing.”

Saint Yunlan’s red lips parted slightly, her voice charming, yet an imperceptible trace of conceit flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She naturally knew how formidable that mysterious powerhouse was; even the will Incarnation of True Immortal Xuan Yu had been extinguished in an instant—they were certainly no pushover.

But the Star Sea Merchant Alliance dealt in business.

And in this world, there was no business that could not be measured by a price tag.

The Palace Master's meaning was clear: the opponent was either a powerful dragon crossing the river or a native who had obtained a heavenly Opportunity.

Regardless of which it was, they had value for cooperation.

Plundering was the worst strategy.

Negotiating was the best strategy.

And what Saint Yunlan was best at was negotiating.

“Activate the Ten Directions Sound Gathering Formation and announce our intentions,” Saint Yunlan ordered.

Soon, a soft yet extremely penetrating voice, amplified by the Formation, was sent into the depths of the Shattered Star Belt.

“Yunlan, Special Envoy of the Star Sea Merchant Alliance, comes with the alliance's goodwill, desiring an audience with the Master of the Chaos Dao Palace. We harbor no ill intent.”

The voice echoed through the Void Realm but was like a stone sinking into the ocean, receiving no response.

Three times in a row, it was the same.

The atmosphere on the treasure ship began to grow heavy.

Saint Yunlan’s expression also turned somewhat unsightly.

Just as her patience was about to run out.

The Chaos ahead that shrouded everything actually began to slowly part to both sides, revealing a deep passage just wide enough for one person to pass through.

“This... they agreed?” the steward said, somewhat surprised.

A sharp light flashed in Saint Yunlan’s eyes.

“It seems the other party isn't completely unreasonable,” she thought to herself.

“Acting all profound... are they trying to give me a show of force before the negotiations?”

She straightened her cloud-patterned sleeves and said to the people behind her, “Wait here. I will go alone.”

“Saint, you mustn't! The dangers here are unknown!” the steward said in shock.

“It is fine.” Saint Yunlan waved her hand with a confident smile.

“I represent the Star Sea Merchant Alliance. If he wants to establish a foothold in the Tian Yuan Star Domain, he won't do anything to me.”

“Besides, I want to see for myself what mysteries this dragon's pool and tiger's den actually holds.”

With that, she took light steps, transforming into a streak of light and resolutely entering the Chaos passage.

One step inside.

The stars shifted and the world turned.

Saint Yunlan felt the scene before her eyes change; she was already standing on a vast plaza that stretched beyond the horizon.

Beneath her feet was a floor paved with some unknown Chaos Immortal Gold. She looked up.

Upon the ceiling, billions of immortal dao runes flickered like stars, forming an inconceivable Cosmic Dao Map.

Every single rune contained a completely different yet harmoniously unified true intent of the Great Dao.

With just one glance, Saint Yunlan felt her own Dao trembling.

Her Divine Soul throbbed with pain, as if it were about to be directly assimilated and crushed by that vast dao rhyme.

“This... what kind of grand scale is this!”

She was completely shocked.

This was no True Immortal's Immortal Cave!

An ordinary True Immortal absolutely did not have this kind of foundation to melt ten thousand Daos into one furnace and evolve such a terrifying Dao Field!

Greed.

Uncontrollable greed instantly sprouted wildly from the depths of her heart.

The Cultivation Technique she practiced was precisely a heterodox Dao that required drawing from many sources.

If she could take a copy of this Formation map on the ceiling back with her...

No, even just a small portion would be enough for her to comprehend for a million years, and perhaps even glimpse the threshold of a True Immortal!

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

Negotiations, goodwill—everything was cast to the back of her mind.

Deep in her eyes, an imperceptible glimmer of eerie light flashed.

A secret technique was already quietly operating, attempting to forcibly engrave the dao map before her into her Divine Soul.

However, at the very instant her malice arose.

“Hmph.”

A cold snort sounded from nowhere.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it was like the wrath of the source of the Dao, the roar of the Chaos Universe.

Boom—!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure appeared out of thin air, as if the entire Great Universe had collapsed into a single point and smashed ruthlessly onto Saint Yunlan.

There was no room for resistance, no time for thought.

Saint Yunlan felt that her Mahayana Perfection Stage cultivation was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this pressure.

“Argh—!”

Saint Yunlan let out a shrill scream as she desperately mobilized all her magic power, trying to prop up a protective divine light.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bone-chilling fractures rang out.

The Dao Body she was so proud of had the bones in its knees shatter inch by inch.

Her entire person was forced to kneel on the ground, her noble head pressed tightly against the cold floor, unable to lift it even a fraction of an inch.

Horror!

Boundless horror and fear instantly replaced greed, completely submerging her Divine Soul.

She finally understood what a foolish mistake she had made.

A figure appeared before her without any warning.

Shen Yuanmo took a step out of the hall and just stood there quietly.

Looking down at Saint Yunlan, who was kneeling on the ground, her body constantly trembling.

There was no anger in his gaze, no killing intent, only a vast indifference.

Saint Yunlan struggled to lift her eyelids slightly, and what she saw was a scene she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life.

The opponent just stood there, yet his surroundings seemed to evolve the birth and death of a Chaos Universe.

“Thinking of stealing my things?”

Shen Yuanmo’s voice was very calm, showing no emotion.

He slowly raised a finger, the fingertip entwined with a wisp of pure Chaos Qi.

He tapped it toward Saint Yunlan’s forehead as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

“No... don't!”

Saint Yunlan was screaming; she wanted to self-detonate, she wanted to beg for mercy, she wanted to do anything to stop this finger.

But under that pressure that suppressed the ages, she couldn't even move a pinky finger.

She could only watch helplessly as that finger pressed onto her forehead.

Soul search!

And it was the most domineering, most relentless violent soul search.

A flood of information so complex it could burst the Sea of Consciousness of any Mahayana Cultivator.

It was forcibly extracted by Shen Yuanmo’s Half-Step Immortal Soul, and then instantly completed the screening, stripping, and archiving process.

The coordinates of the Star Sea Merchant Alliance's treasuries spread throughout the Tian Yuan Star Domain.

The intricate personnel structure and interest chains within the alliance.

The true cultivation, techniques, all hidden trump cards, and schemes of that mysterious female Immortal Palace Master.

Everything was clearly understood by Shen Yuanmo within a few short breaths.

“Ah...”

An out-of-tune mournful cry escaped Saint Yunlan’s mouth, the light in her eyes rapidly dimmed, finally turning into a deathly gray-white.

In this crude plundering, her Divine Soul was completely crushed and disintegrated.

The person was still alive.

But she was already an idiot.

Shen Yuanmo withdrew his finger and didn't spare her another glance, waving his hand as if discarding a piece of trash.

Saint Yunlan’s still-warm body was swept up by an invisible force.

She was thrown directly out of the Chaos Dao Palace, cutting through the silent void and landing precisely on the deck of the patrolling heaven treasure ship in the distance.

There was a dull 'thud.'

The alliance Cultivators waiting on the deck looked at Saint Yunlan, who had fallen from the sky and turned into a walking corpse.

Everyone's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, their hearts and galls splitting with terror.

That was Saint Yunlan of the Mahayana Perfection Stage!

To go in for just a moment and come out as a cripple!

“Retreat! Retreat quickly!”

“Leave this place!!”

Terrified screams echoed from the treasure ship as the three patrolling heaven treasure ships acted as if they had seen a ghost.

The light of their Formations was pushed to the limit as they retreated madly toward the depths of the Star Domain.

At that moment, Shen Yuanmo’s cold and indifferent voice clearly reached every treasure ship and every alliance Cultivator's ears.

“If you want to talk business, have your Palace Master come and speak in person.”