692: Chapter 690 Departure

"My Dao is not solitary..."

Hearing the voice coming from the rift, the entire Yellow Sand Ash City experienced an unprecedented tremor, and the sandstorms filling the sky surged endlessly.

Everyone present was shocked.

People only felt that this strange voice was filled with an indescribable coercion.

"Where does this voice come from?"

"Aren't there rule limitations where everything outside of one's field of vision cannot be perceived?"

"Why can we hear this voice, and this coercion even makes me feel an urge to prostrate and kowtow..."

"Look quickly, a crack is spreading into the sky, and that direction is... the starting point of the Police faction!"

The lingering sound echoed continuously, and a large number of Martial Artists already felt as if a thousand-jun heavy gravity was pressing down on their bodies, making it difficult to contain as they fell to their knees toward the rift.

"Chu Xuan, didn't you say those two were at most equivalent to level 19 lives and, restricted by the rules, couldn't possibly break this game space?"

Tang Zheng pointed at the crack in the sky with a shocked expression, "Then what is going on there?"

"It should be because of the owner of that voice!" Chu Xuan didn't need to consider the gains and losses of leaving or staying at this moment, and decisively said, "We are retreating right now... Go find Duan Lingxi first!"

"Alright!"

Tang Zheng did not hesitate, his whole body suddenly twisting and becoming illusory: "It will take about four minutes!"

"Four minutes, huh..." Chu Xuan murmured softly, raising his head to look up.

While they were speaking, the initial crack that flashed across the sky was rapidly shrinking.

But the battle between Jianxu and Minge had not stopped.

From time to time, the roars and vibrations generated by their clashes would cause a new crack to form again.

At the same time, accompanied by that strange voice, it continuously passed through the rifts.

"Junior, it is rare for you to achieve the Dao Origin realm..."

"If you can slay this Demon Lord Incarnation, when we meet, I can grant you an Opportunity!"

Hearing this, Jianxu's expression was slightly uplifted, and he couldn't help asking towards the sky, "Dare I ask which Senior this is?"

A voice came from the rift again immediately, clearer than before, carrying a hint of vicissitudes, seemingly revealing endless reminiscence.

"I am... Old Ancestor Tayun!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they spread in all directions, and many people within this gaming ground revealed astonished expressions, as if they had never heard such a name of a powerhouse.

However, Sect Leader Zhihua, who was turning into a blood light and flickering constantly, suddenly paused, a look of disbelief on her face: "Old Ancestor Tayun... Tayun Sect?"

"May I ask if Senior comes from the ancient Sect from five hundred years ago... Tayun Sect?" Jianxu transformed into a giant sword, splitting open the purple-black giant claws that lunged over, then flashed instantly, moving away from the Demon Lord Incarnation, and asked loudly toward the rift:

"Could Senior be the legendary Ancestral Master of Tayun Sect?"

"Tayun Sect? It has been too long since anyone mentioned it in front of me..." The voice in the rift neither admitted nor denied it, letting out a faint sigh:

"Junior, I sensed my Sect's Cultivation Technique on you. What connection do you have with Tayun Sect?"

Sword light burst forth from all over Jianxu's body, shooting towards the Demon Lord's giant claws, while he said with a joyful expression:

"This Junior is a Disciple of Cangyun Sect. Our entire Sect inherits the orthodox tradition of Tayun Sect. For hundreds of years, we have yearned endlessly for Tayun Sect, and even our mountain gate is built upon the ruins of Tayun Sect.

However, the Cultivation Techniques we inherit are mostly incomplete, and the rules of heaven and earth are even more fragmented. We can only reach Shengyuan at best, and trying to advance to Dao Origin is as difficult as ascending to heaven... If Senior returns, you will surely restore the former glory of Tayun Sect!"

"Die!" Minge suddenly let out a giant roar, and immediately the Demon Lord Incarnation roared up to the sky, causing the purple-black light around its entire body to surge violently.

This purple-black light was twisted and deep, resembling a spatial collapse, instantly erupting with an even more violent suction force.

This time, even though Jianxu transformed into a giant sword and continuously bombarded the Demon Lord Incarnation, he was still unable to retreat too far through the recoil force of the bombardment.

It was as if he was firmly adsorbed and difficult to extricate himself.

As a result, the collisions between them became increasingly dense, and the spatial rifts created became more and more numerous.

And that voice became even grander, as if it were close at hand.

"Years have passed, Tayun Sect has long since perished, and this decaying body of mine has no desire to establish a Sect again."

"I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Although I caught a glimpse of the wonder of the Martial God long ago, I ultimately failed to set foot in this realm. Now I do not have much time left, and being able to see you today upon coming out of seclusion is perhaps due to some destined will in the dark..."

"Since you have an affinity with Tayun Sect and have even stepped into the Dao Origin realm, I will impart all my lifelong martial arts will and lifetime insights to you, helping you glimpse the wonder of the Martial God, which is enough to make you go a step further! If you can be fortunate enough to set foot in the Domain of the Martial God, I will have no regrets in this life..."

"Very well, give me a hundred breaths of time, and I will personally enter this realm of rules to help you slay the demon first!"

Amidst the resounding and roaring voice, Jianxu's expression became even more uplifted.

"Many thanks, Senior!"

While speaking, the light of the giant sword that Jianxu had transformed into became much more dazzling.

"Still want to go a step further? Within a hundred breaths, it's enough for me to kill you!" Minge laughed like a madman, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce and sharp.

In an instant, countless spatial rifts appeared one after another, and they were getting wider and wider.

Fighting each other, they constantly flashed and surged, and the aftermath of the battle spread almost to every corner of this gaming ground.

Above the sky, the number of players representing both the Police and Bandit factions also plummeted like a cliff.

And the spirituality value fed back to Chu Xuan also surged rapidly.

In just two or three breaths' time, Chu Xuan's spirituality value had already reached 230,000.

"Chu Xuan, they have left the cylindrical high platforms. How about we take this Opportunity to occupy the high platforms first and win the game before anything else?" Tang Zheng's expression was moved:

"Each high platform only takes five seconds to occupy. If we act together, counting the travel time, it will probably take at most half a minute!

And this doesn't affect my use of skills either. In addition, the time for me to trigger the Traverse skill has suddenly shortened, and the remaining time should be less than a minute to complete..."

"The time has shortened?" Chu Xuan's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately said, "We will stay right here underground, don't go out! We should risk our lives when we must, but right now the risks and rewards are obviously disproportionate, there's no need to take risks."

Seeing Tang Zheng's puzzled expression,

and simply having nothing else to do at the moment, Chu Xuan explained:

"Your skill trigger time shortening should be related to those spatial rifts above. This gaming ground is about to be broken...

The main cause of all this does not come solely from the clash between Jianxu and Minge, but from that so-called Old Ancestor Tayun!"

Chu Xuan took a deep breath and sneered, "Before these Four Great Sects, the one that once ruled the Cangyun World was the Three Sects and Four Clans headed by Tayun Sect, and these Three Sects and Four Clans perished long ago at the hands of Xiao Luowei.

Since the name of this Old Ancestor Tayun is so resounding, how could Xiao Luowei have let him go?

Compared with the current Four Great Sects, those Three Sects and Four Clans were birds of a feather. How could he possibly impart his lifetime learning to that Jianxu?

In my view, this so-called Old Ancestor Tayun is at best a Disciple of Tayun Sect who managed to survive by a fluke, living to this day through some means and possessing decent cultivation...

Rather than saying the other party wants to impart their martial arts will and lifetime insights to Jianxu before dying, I'd rather believe there is a sinister plot behind it!"

Chu Xuan paused slightly, then continued: "As for what the other party said about taking a hundred breaths of time to enter, do you believe it? Anyway, I don't."

Tang Zheng listened in a daze, and subconsciously asked: "Who is Xiao Luowei? And those Three Sects and Four Clans you mentioned... how do you know so clearly?"

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow and retorted: "As the leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, isn't it only natural for me to know these things?"

"Alright... You win." Tang Zheng had nothing to say and could only helplessly say, "Whatever you say goes, I'll listen to you."

Just as the two of them were talking, only thirty seconds had passed, about ten breaths or so.

That giant sword had been beaten into tatters by the Demon Lord Incarnation, and its light had dimmed quite a bit.

Jianxu kept howling and roaring, but could not harm Minge inside the Demon Lord's body in the slightest.

Seeing that he was about to not hold on, the spatial rifts generated when the two sides collided again suddenly expanded, spanning a thousand meters away.

In an instant, those buildings that could not be destroyed under the game rules collapsed instantly.

The entire gaming ground began to shatter into pieces at this moment.

At the same time, an old man in linen garments suddenly stepped into it along the rift.

"Senior..." Jianxu was overjoyed.

"Hahahahaha!" The old man in linen looked extremely decayed on the outside, but as soon as he came in, he burst into a frantic and excited laugh.

"Heaven has mercy! After many years, just as I am on the verge of death, I finally see someone cultivate my Tayun Sect's fellow path technique and step into the Dao Origin realm. My life truly is not meant to end yet!"

Amidst his loud laughter, the linen-clad old man suddenly made a distant grab toward Jianxu:

"Come!"

In an instant, the look of joy on Jianxu's face stiffened, and then he turned into a stream of light and flew away.

When he landed in the linen-clad old man's hand, he had unexpectedly turned into a spherical glowing object the size of a fist.

It was just like a strange fruit.

"All predecessors of Tayun Sect, I, Mocheng, report here, hoping for your continued blessing. Let me glimpse the wonder of the Martial God!"

The linen-clad old man's state at this moment was like a maniacal madman, a strange smile appearing on his face as he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of light transformed by Jianxu.

"Holy crap, you really nailed it! The people here are truly more treacherous than the last!" Tang Zheng was greatly shocked, then grinned and said:

"Skill activation complete, we can leave at any time. This should be because the gaming ground is shattering...

Let's go!" While speaking, Tang Zheng's twisted and illusory palm already grabbed Chu Xuan.

Both of their figures simultaneously turned illusory.

The next instant, they completely disappeared.