48: Chapter 48 Flying Azure Sky

Before leaving the magical boat, Shen Moyan placed a Six Senses Fireflies by Xu Mingxuan's side.

When the sky-sea fell, the fireflies he had placed throughout the prefecture weren't all retrieved, but some remained.

After Shen Moyan crushed the Brain-corpse Gu Xu Mingxuan intended to use to control him, he secretly hid a Six Senses Fireflies within the Gu's corpse.

Fortunately, Xu Mingxuan didn't clean up the Gu's corpse.

Otherwise, Shen Moyan would have had a hard time locating the magical boat.

As for how he overtook Xu Mingxuan at full speed, it was naturally due to the crimson azure cloud wings on his back.

"Cough, cough..."

Blood foam flew from Shen Moyan's mouth; his Qi was exhausted, and his vision was blurred.

The concentrated explosion of 270,000 fire melting pearls was truly terrifying. Even though he was protected by the shield True Monarch Qingmu had given the Cultivators, he still caught the aftershock and nearly died.

However, fortunately, the nascent soul dao fruit was already in his hands.

In his palm, a speck of Chaos-colored brilliance slowly rotated, breathing in and out an unimaginable amount of majestic spiritual energy and the essence of the Divine Soul of all living beings.

It seemed tiny, yet it felt like the center of the entire world.

The more Shen Moyan felt the terrifying power within, the more it felt like a temptation close to the Law of the Origin, as if he could grasp life, death, and Reincarnation with a single touch.

However, just an instant before his fingertips touched the brilliance of the dao fruit, the distant Wild Goose Formation True Monarch seemed to sense something and suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar:

"How dare you, rat!"

An extremely condensed Divine Thought strike, filled with his endless fury, was like an invisible poisonous sting, instantly piercing through layers of space and stabbing directly at Shen Moyan's back!

At the same time, around the dao fruit, countless dark red runes as fine as spiderwebs emerged; they were the final Restriction laid by Wild Goose Formation True Monarch.

Now fully activated, they turned into a cage that wrapped around the dao fruit in layers, curbing the ambition of any coveter!

"jade's things..."

Gao Sheng's true body and several True Monarchs used their Divine Ability to blow away the white mist, seeing Shen Moyan in the center of their vision.

With the dao fruit's Restriction protecting itself in front and the True Monarch's furious strike behind, Shen Moyan was instantly plunged into an unprecedented death trap.

Shen Moyan had no way to retreat; he could only grit his teeth, drive his azure cloud wings, and fly towards the heavens to dodge the Divine Thought attacks of the True Monarchs.

"He... is only a Mortal Transformation Realm Cultivator?"

Just as Shen Moyan's figure, like a meteor flying against the current, resolutely charged into the depths of the azure clouds.

The Cultivators in the distance, who had dodged the aftershocks and were struggling to survive in near despair, saw this scene.

They were stunned at first, then erupted into a mountain-shaking, sea-tsunami-like roar!

"Good!!"

A Cultivator with white hair and beard and tattered robes slapped his thigh hard, his eyes bursting with a near-frenzied light as he hissed:

"Why! Why should you, Wild Goose Formation True Monarch, decide our life and death?! Just because your cultivation is high? Bullshit!"

This roar instantly ignited the humiliation and anger that had been suppressed by fear and despair in everyone's hearts!

"Right! Why!"

"So what if he's in the Guizang Realm? Go for it! Fellow Daoist! Take the nascent soul dao fruit away!"

"Let him taste the feeling of his hard work being destroyed!"

They no longer cared who Shen Moyan was, where he came from, or what his purpose was.

At this moment, Shen Moyan's seemingly foolish act of snatching food from the tiger's mouth was, in their eyes, the greatest support for them, the ants.

It was the most direct and satisfying counterattack against Wild Goose Formation True Monarch's high-and-mighty arrogance that viewed all living beings as grass!

A fanatical atmosphere of shared hatred spread among the survivors.

They were no longer just despairing victims; they had become fanatical spectators and supporters of Shen Moyan's counterattack.

Though they were at the end of their ropes, they used their last strength to gather their hoarse shouts, their remaining slivers of Divine Thought, and even their most vicious curses against Wild Goose Formation True Monarch into an invisible force, projecting it toward the figure leaving with the dao fruit.

"Seize the dao fruit!"

"Tear apart his Soul Transformation dream!"

"Fly up! Run towards the sky!"

"Fly! Fly into the heavens!"

The clamorous waves of sound seemed to turn into a physical thrust.

Although it couldn't directly help Shen Moyan resist the True Monarch's Divine Ability, it condensed into a majestic torrent of will in this world soaked in blood and fire.

This torrent washed away the haze of fear cast by Wild Goose Formation True Monarch and added a touch of tragic heroism to Shen Moyan's solitary flight.

"Don't let that kid get away!" Gao Sheng roared.

How could he endure this!

His painstaking plans were ruined by this kid's sword and kick!

"Damn it! Why is he so fast!?"

"What kind of flying Magic Treasure is on his back? How can it burst with such terrifying speed?!"

Many True Monarchs one after another used their Divine Ability, and violent Spells chased after Shen Moyan.

High in the sky, Shen Moyan's consciousness was blurred due to the severity of his injuries, and his body swayed in the violent spiritual power vortex, yet he maintained precise direction.

He operated the Scripture of Severing All Manifestations, shaking off a series of the True Monarchs' mental control methods.

Like a fish swimming against the current, he skillfully avoided the most lethal energy turbulence.

"The remaining true blood should be enough to buy a chance to escape." A Blood Gourd hung at Shen Moyan's waist, with a few drops of true blood still inside.

"I still need to save some true blood to break the Restriction on the dao fruit, otherwise it's all meaningless..."

Flying higher and higher.

Below, the giant tree that rose to the sky.

The churning Kong Sang Sea.

And the tiny figures of Cultivators like a swarm of ants all gradually blurred.

Piercing through the azure clouds, his vision began to be occupied by a grander, more primal sight.

"That's..."

Before him, the outline of a giant stone stele faintly emerged.

It was condensed from countless flowing ancient runes and Dao Rhyme, exuding a vast and majestic aura, as if it were the starting point of all paths of cultivation, the manifestation of the Law.

That was the stone rubbing of the origin dao preaching stele.

Just as Shen Moyan's mind swayed slightly from sensing the vastness of the stele's shadow and he flew further across the boundary of this Law.

Without warning, a tremor from the depths of his Soul made his whole body stiffen.

It didn't come from Wild Goose Formation True Monarch or the other True Monarchs, nor from any Cultivator's attack.

The originally clear sky above was swallowed by endless black clouds in an instant!

The cloud layer was as thick as ink, swirling and pressing down, as if the weight of the entire sky was concentrated here, carrying a cold and heartless, terrifying will that judged all things.

Boom—!

A bolt of lightning of indescribable color, transcending sound and light, as if it had existed since the beginning of time.

Carrying the majesty of purifying all rebellion and punishing all transgressions, it struck Shen Moyan with precise accuracy!

At this moment, all of Shen Moyan's calculations and methods appeared pale and powerless before this lightning that represented the Law of Heaven and Earth.

The storage ring in his hand was directly obliterated, all Magic Treasures crumbled into dust, and the azure cloud wings on his back were completely destroyed—feathers falling, disintegrating, turning into ash.

The protective Qi around him vanished like a bubble in an instant, and intense pain swept through every inch of his flesh and Divine Soul, as if to completely erase all traces of his existence.

A sense of unprecedented weakness and detachment filled his body. Shen Moyan suddenly remembered Xu Mingxuan's words:

[That is the stone rubbing of the origin dao preaching stele... do not fly higher than it in the prefecture city, or Heavenly Punishment will descend.]

Shen Moyan had surpassed the dao transmission stele; this act of rebellion drew heartless Heavenly Punishment.

"Haha... it seems in this life... fate is truly not on my side."

Shen Moyan gave a tragic laugh. A few wisps of true blood of the heavenly demon clung to his broken body, preventing his Divine Soul from being completely destroyed.

Like a puppet with broken strings, or a bird whose feathers had been torn away by a gale.

From the peak of the azure clouds, he plummeted towards the turbid ocean and broken land below.

"He's falling!"

"The nascent soul dao fruit is on him!"

"Haha, a mere Mortal Transformation dares to covet the nascent soul dao fruit?" True Lord Yanrong laughed.

Amidst the spinning world, only the whistling wind remained in his ears, along with the lingering resonance of the lightning that still seemed to echo between heaven and earth.

On the verge of death, he took one last look at this land.

Below the azure clouds, the earth's veins and terrain rose and fell, and the vast sea churned in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the stone rubbing of the dao transmission stele was before him.

Looking at the totem of the featherless Small Bird on it, Shen Moyan's expression couldn't help but freeze.

Suddenly, he remembered the records in the records of the mountain and sea official appointments:

[Facing the mockery of the birds in the sky, A Fan fell unwillingly from the high heavens.]

The sea he fell into was named the Kong Sang Sea.

Shen Moyan recalled the map of Langya Province he had seen in the Construction and Maintenance Department.

Cangwu Province and Langya Province were adjacent, and the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in the eastern part of Langya Province had pitted and uneven terrain.

If the terrain were traced back, removing the topographical impact of Cultivator battles in history and returning to ancient times.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains would be a plateau.

When A Fan fell into the Kong Sang Sea, the Mortal kingdom he was washed toward was precisely the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

This place, where Shen Moyan was falling, was the birthplace of the myths of the dao transmission stele.

Today's Kongsang Prefecture and the ancient Kong Sang Sea.

Were originally the same place.

"Going in circles, the world changes..."

The falling Shen Moyan smiled.

So the ethereal myths of the past were actually so close to him.

Now, above the azure clouds.

Shen Moyan's scattered and broken body.

The falling-feather Small Bird on the stone stele totem.

At this moment, they actually overlapped.