301: Who is Lu Chen?

Southern Barbarian!

The three great prisoners of the Spirit Realm, Green Crow, Lady White Bone, and Blood Luo Ji, were discussing searching for Lu Chen.

Suddenly!

Boom!!!

All three changed color simultaneously!

A monstrous energy fluctuation erupted from the eastern horizon!

That was not the Spiritual Pressure of a Golden Core, but—the genuine aura of a Nascent Soul!

Violent, vast, like an abyss!

The aura swept for hundreds of miles, instantly tearing through the clouds, causing a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth!

"This... impossible!!"

Blood Luo Ji's pupils constricted, and her blood-bell suddenly stopped shaking.

Green Crow abruptly looked up, his green robe fluttering, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes:

"Nascent Soul fluctuation? In this fragmented Small World, ever since it was Sealed by the Spirit Realm, Golden Core is the limit. Anyone above Nascent Soul will be annihilated by the Heavenly Tribulation! How could someone Breakthrough?!"

Lady White Bone stared intently at the east, her eerie green eyes under her hood flickering violently:

"It's very likely that Lu Chen, the one who killed Qing Ming, has already... broken through!"

The three exchanged glances. No words were needed; a conclusion had already been reached in their hearts—

Go! Go see!!

In an instant—

Green Crow's green robe transformed into feathers, turning into a streak of green light, like a meteor streaking across the sky!

Blood Luo Ji gently shook her blood-bell, blood-light entwined around her body, and her figure merged into the Void Realm like a phantom, teleporting away!

Lady White Bone formed hand Seals, and the White Bone altar exploded, thousands of white bones transforming into bone wings, carrying her slender figure like a 冥鴉 ( 冥鴉) towards the east!

Three beams of light, tearing through the sky, pointed directly to the source of that Nascent Soul fluctuation—

Towards Taixu Sect!

...At Taixu Sect, three life-and-death battles were raging!!!

The first battle—Shen Wuya versus West Moon!

Shen Wuya's Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect shone with golden light, holding a bamboo flute, he unleashed the "Myriad Leaves Devouring Heaven" storm. Thousands of bamboo leaves danced like sharp blades, tearing through the sky, aiming directly for West Moon's throat!

West Moon sneered, placing her jade flute to her lips, and a melody of "Heavenly Sound Enchantment" played. Thousands of mind-scape flowers bloomed out of thin air, intertwining bliss and nirvana, actually dissolving the killing intent of the bamboo leaf storm layer by layer!

Both were Nascent Soul Peak, every move lethal, their spiritual power colliding like exploding star rivers. Within a hundred miles, mountains crumbled and earth split, the ground opening into ten-thousand-foot abysses, and lava spewed like Dragons!

The second battle—Ling Tian versus Liu Lanyan!

Ling Tian was enveloped by the power of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. He was only one step away from entering the "Four Symbols Unification" realm, needing to devour Liu Lanyan's Phoenix True Body!

However, Liu Lanyan had already given up hope. Her Phoenix True Fire burned wildly, and she smiled sadly: "Lu Chen, I'm coming to accompany you!"

She actively detonated "Phoenix Nine Tribulations - Burning Heaven and Destroying World," and the monstrous flames transformed into a fire Dragon, rushing towards Ling Tian, vowing to perish together!

Ling Tian was terrified, pushing his spiritual power to its limits, yet he was already locked by the flames, his life hanging by a thread!

The third battle—Emperor Qin Zhao Zheng versus Xiao Xuanji!

Xiao Xuanji's Sword Intent soared to the sky, myriad swords returned to their origin, and Sword Qi rained down, enveloping the entire battlefield!

Emperor Qin roared: "Heaven Devouring Art—Open!"

Dragon Qi surged into the sky, forming a giant mouth, attempting to devour all the myriad swords!

Both were the Peak of this realm, one a venerable Emperor, the other the ancestor of Taixu. At this moment, both had exhausted all their strength, life and death hanging in an instant!

Just as these three battlefields were about to decide life and death—

Boom!!!

Three terrifyingly extreme pressures descended from the sky with a roar!

Not spiritual power, not Divine Sense, but an ancient power that transcended the rules of this realm!

It was like three invisible giant mountains, descending from the sky, smashing heavily onto the three battlefields!

Shen Wuya's bamboo leaf storm instantly solidified, thousands of bamboo leaves seemingly frozen, not even a tremor remaining!

West Moon's jade flute sound abruptly ceased, all mind-scape flowers withered, spiritual power backfired, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!

Liu Lanyan's Phoenix True Fire, at three inches from Ling Tian's throat, abruptly extinguished!

The fire Dragon wailed, turning into green smoke and dissipating!

Ling Tian's entire body trembled violently, his Four Symbols power forcibly suppressed, unable to even move a finger!

Xiao Xuanji's myriad swords paused in mid-air, their tips only half an inch from Emperor Qin's throat!

Emperor Qin's Dragon Qi, as if struck by a heavy blow, instantly dispersed, his imperial majesty completely gone!

The entire world fell into dead silence.

All Cultivators, whether Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or ordinary Disciples, all prostrated on the ground, trembling, without even the courage to look up!

They only felt as if a giant mountain of ten thousand jun was pressing on their chests, making even breathing difficult!

A green light, a blood light, a white bone light!

They were like three towering pillars, piercing through heaven and earth, firmly suppressing the entire battlefield!

Everyone, without prior agreement—

Looked up at the sky!

Only to see—

Three figures, standing in the air, looking down on all living beings!

On the far left, a green light receded, revealing a person.

He wore a green robe, his sleeves fluttering, his face handsome like a scholar, yet his brows carried a thousand years of loneliness and coldness.

In the center, a blood light dispersed, revealing a woman.

She wore a blood-red long dress, its hem blooming like a blood lotus, her red lips like blood, her gaze like a knife!

A blood-bell gently swayed in her hand. The bell had not yet rung, yet it made everyone's Divine Soul tremble violently, as if their Soul was being torn apart!

On the right, a white bone light condensed, revealing a slender figure.

She was entirely shrouded in a black gauze cloak, and in the shadow of her hood, only two points of eerie green ghost fire flickered!

In her hand, she held a yellowed human skin scroll, its edges covered in writhing blood patterns, as if resentful Souls were whispering!

She stood in the Void Realm, silent and unmoving, but that chillingly silent aura made the entire battlefield resemble a graveyard!

All three were unfamiliar faces, their temperaments strange, their auras reaching the heavens, definitely not people of this realm!

Everyone was terrified: "Who... are these three?!"

Ling Tian's pupils constricted, his voice trembling: "Nascent Soul? No... more than that!"

Shen Wuya's face was ashen, his Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect actually trembling slightly: "This Spiritual Pressure... is Soul Transformation!"

West Moon's cinnabar mole on his forehead throbbed violently. Today was truly too lively, a bit beyond his expectations. Originally, West Moon planned to fight hard to show his loyalty, and then escape using a special secret technique. However, now, he was horrified to discover that the secret technique was unusable; the entire space was locked.

Emperor Qin Zhao Zheng slowly stood up, his Dragon Qi dispersed, his imperial majesty completely gone.

He stared intently at the three strangers, his voice low:

"Who... are you? Where do you come from? What are you doing here!!!"

But the three did not answer.

They merely quietly looked down at this battlefield, like gods looking down on ants.

Lady White Bone looked at these once arrogant "powerhouses," now terrified and ashen-faced, and a long-lost sense of pleasure surged within her.

These ants, who lorded over the fragmented Small World, usually boasted themselves as Prodigies, Emperors, True Monarchs, but in the eyes of an upper-level being from the Spirit Realm like her—

They were merely a group of insects kept in a cage.

She slowly raised her withered hand, her fingertips with nails as black as ink, and gently lifted it—

The space seemed to be torn by an invisible force, and a ghostly current of air condensed before her lips.

She spoke.

Her voice was not loud, even low and hoarse, like dry bones rubbing, or resentful Souls whispering.

But the moment those four words left her mouth—

"Who—is—Lu Chen."

The entire world seemed to be completely frozen by these four words!

That was not a simple question, but a sound of Law!

Every word contained the majesty of the Spirit Realm's rules, carrying the forbidden power of "Soul Searching and Spirit Questioning," directly penetrating the Physical Body and striking the Divine Soul!

"Ah—!!!"

Cultivators of low strength bore the brunt!

Those below Golden Core, their ears instantly burst, blood gushing out like a spring, followed by bleeding from all seven orifices, their internal organs as if struck by heavy hammers, exploding on the spot!

Some turned into dried corpses without even uttering a scream, their life force completely gone!

Some had their Divine Soul shaken, their eyes rolled back, and black blood clots spewed from their mouths, their very Soul having been injured by these four words!