199: The Great Zhou Dynasty Attacks

Besides that, there was the situation of the Li Family.

Through his understanding, Deng Qi also learned about the perilous situation the Li Family was currently facing.

Externally, they were hunted by the 'colossus' that was the Great Zhou Dynasty, and internally, they were in the Misty Swamp, surrounded by Yao Beasts, living in constant peril.

On the day Deng Qi arrived, the Li Family was being besieged by three Golden Core Yao Beasts, and had already held out for several days.

If Deng Qi hadn't arrived at that critical moment, the Li Family might have truly been overrun by the Yao Beasts.

Evidently, while Cang Lanzi's intervention at that time had deterred some attention, as time passed, those Yao Beasts once again stirred.

Those three Golden Core Yao Beasts were a test; if Deng Qi hadn't come, even if the Li Family had repelled those three Golden Core Yao Beasts, a Nascent Soul Yao Beast would have arrived.

But even so, how long could it deter those Yao Beasts?

To be honest, when he learned about these circumstances, Deng Qi almost turned and left.

After all, Li Xiangyun had already returned the soul spirit to him, and if he left, he was confident Li Xiangyun would never find him.

But after some thought, Deng Qi gritted his teeth and stayed, for Li Xiangyun's displayed talent was truly astonishing.

As long as he persevered, Deng Qi was confident he would receive extremely generous rewards.

Thus, in the time that followed, Deng Qi both set up Formations and Cultivated.

And the Li Family's protective Formation was upgraded from a third-grade Formation to a fourth-grade intermediate Formation—the Ten Thousand Blades Returning to Ruins Formation.

Several months later, after this period of pursuit, True Lord Hanyue and the other two finally found the vicinity of the Li Family.

At this moment, above the Misty Swamp, dense white mist surged like boiling milk, blurring the boundaries between heaven and earth.

Three figures stood silently in the Void Realm, their robes gently fluttering in the damp, cold wind, forming an eerie contrast with the gurgling, bubbling mud below and the faintly visible withered bones.

The burly True Lord Hanyue stood with his hands behind his back, the muscles under his dark Daoist robe bulging like rocks.

He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping like a hawk over the densest area of mist below, the heavy aura emanating from his body seemingly capable of making the swamp itself fall silent.

His Divine Sense spread out, carrying the unique steadiness of an earth-element Cultivator, grinding inch by inch through the mud and humus, searching for any unusual spiritual fluctuations.

True Lord Fengtian, standing beside him, was completely different; his moon-white Daoist robe accentuated his jade-like face, a folding fan gently swayed in his hand, a smile played on his lips, yet his eyes held a hint of sharpness.

His Divine Sense was like an invisible wind, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the mist, even able to capture the subtle sound of mosquitoes fluttering their wings deep within the swamp, truly dashing.

True Lord Zilin stood on the other side, her purple robes like an iris in the dark night, outlining a graceful yet upright figure.

Her eyes, as they shifted, carried a hint of coolness, and her Divine Sense was like a fine net, carrying the water-element Cultivator's sensitivity to life force, carefully discerning the various mixed auras in the swamp—decaying vegetation, hidden Yao Beasts, and potentially masked Human Race auras.

The three's Divine Senses intertwined, repeatedly sweeping over this vast swamp, yet they were always blocked by a faint, elusive barrier, as if a certain area had been quietly erased from heaven and earth.

"Something's not right," True Lord Hanyue's deep voice broke the silence, "This Void Realm has a problem; it seems to have been forcibly twisted by someone using a spell."

True Lord Fengtian closed his folding fan and lightly flicked his fingertips: "It seems the opponent is hidden extremely well; ordinary investigation is useless."

True Lord Zilin's eyes flickered, and she looked at the two: "Let's use the dragon seal of the nation, and then draw out the aura of the Phoenix Bloodline.

With a two-pronged approach, perhaps we can break this false Void Realm."

True Lord Hanyue nodded, reached into his sleeve, and a jade seal entirely inscribed with dragon patterns slowly emerged.

It was precisely the Great Zhou Dynasty's Dao treasure, the dragon seal of the nation.

The jade seal hung in the air, instantly emitting a majestic Dragon Qi, golden Dragon Qi surging like a tide towards the swamp, and wherever it passed, the thick mist was actually forced back a few inches.

Almost simultaneously, True Lord Zilin's fingertip condensed a wisp of light purple spiritual energy, and she pointed it from afar.

Deep within the swamp, a certain concealed corner suddenly lit up with a faint crimson glow.

That was the Phoenix Bloodline's spontaneous resonance after being drawn by the Dragon Qi, like a candle lit in the darkness.

The Dragon Seal's pressure and the Phoenix Bloodline's resonance pulled at each other, and the originally stable false Void Realm began to ripple.

The Divine Senses of the three Nascent Soul Cultivators instantly locked onto the most violently fluctuating spot, and they saw the Void Realm ripple like water, revealing a hidden scene.

It was a tranquil small island in the middle of a lake, with lush vegetation and faintly visible pavilions and terraces.

It was precisely the Li Family's hiding place.

And at the edge of the island, a young girl in red was clutching her chest, trembling slightly.

It was Li Xiner, whose Bloodline had been activated.

The three figures exchanged glances, their bodies shifting slightly, and they swept towards the newly revealed small island.

"Oh no, we've been discovered."

In the heart of the lake island, Fire Old's voice suddenly rang out in Li Xingyan's mind.

"Teacher, what did you say? Discovered by whom?" Li Xiangyun quickly asked.

Fire Old did not answer, but instead said gravely, "They've arrived."

Subsequently, Li Xingyan saw the figures suddenly appearing in the sky.

And after True Lord Hanyue descended like a streaking light above the Li Family's small island, he finally got a clear view of the Li Family's scene.

He saw that on the island below, the bluestone paths were clean and tidy, the laughter of children came from deep within the courtyards, and several Cultivators in plain clothes were sitting at a stone table, sipping tea and discussing the Dao.

Even the air carried a faint fragrance of tea and fresh vegetation, a scene of peaceful harmony, as if detached from the world.

True Lord Hanyue looked down at the peaceful scene below, letting out a cold snort from his nostrils, his voice rough like grinding stone: "They've hidden themselves well, living a comfortable life in a place like this."

True Lord Fengtian lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan, his gaze sweeping over the oblivious Li Family Cultivators, a hint of mockery playing on his lips: "No wonder it took us so long to find them.

Who would have thought they'd set up their home in this false Void Realm and live so comfortably?"

True Lord Zilin raised her hand to smooth her wind-blown hair, her voice clear and crisp like the clash of jade: "Under the Great Zhou's heavenly net, how can they hide just because they want to?

It's just that I didn't expect to trouble the three of us Nascent Soul Cultivators to search for so long."

"Hmph, the longer we search, the more our anger burns!" True Lord Hanyue was already of a violent temperament, and months of rushing about and repeatedly hitting dead ends had long made him impatient.

Now, seeing the Li Family in such comfort, his rage intensified.

He suddenly raised his palm, his dark Daoist robe rustling without wind, and a massive earth-element spiritual energy gathered in his palm, forming a miniature mountain-like illusion, carrying an overwhelming might, and slammed it down fiercely towards the island below!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire small island violently.

The palm print, imbued with the full power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, had not yet fallen, but its terrifying pressure had already blown off the rooftops below, the sound of breaking beams and crumbling tiles mixing together, shattering the harmony of moments ago.

After several months, the Li Family once again faced a crisis.