165: What happens after Chapter 165?

"The vast earth, the Spirit Clan dominates." These eight words carried the weight of a thousand jun, landing with a heavy thud.

"The Great Yin Immortal Dynasty has fallen?"

"Are you joking?"

Li Yingzhen had only been in closed-door cultivation for a mere hundred years or so. In a hundred years, could the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty fall?

That would only happen if an Immortal descended...

"Joking?"

"Do I look like I am joking?"

Shi Zhong's hands were dancing wildly behind his back; he clearly wasn't a match for Li Yingzhen, so he was calling for reinforcements.

"You wretch, you dare to play tricks right in front of me?"

"You really do not take me seriously."

Who was Li Yingzhen?

She was the Fourth Prince of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty! Don't let her lack of decorum in front of Zhao Yi fool you; within the Immortal Dynasty, she was a decisive and ruthless figure. Otherwise, she would have been torn to shreds long ago; how could she have survived until now?

"Strike!"

A large bone was thrown out by Li Yingzhen.

She pinched a seal with her right hand,

"Split!"

One bone split into ten thousand, filling the sky like Flying Swords.

"Hit!"

All the bones flew towards Shi Zhong's snake head.

"You have a perfectly good humanoid Dao body, yet you insist on keeping that snake head?"

"Go to hell!"

If there was any difference between a Cultivator at the Undergoing Tribulation stage and one at the Mahayana Realm, it was probably their mindset.

Cultivators at the Undergoing Tribulation stage faced the impending Heavenly Tribulation and had no way out, so they had far fewer scruples when doing things.

For example, Li Yingzhen, who wanted Shi Zhong's life right from the start.

Shi Zhong naturally wouldn't sit and wait for death.

"Green Scale Vajra Spell."

His body instantly turned emerald green. Li Yingzhen's Thunderous Mysterious Bones struck him, emitting a clanking sound.

"Residual Light Snake Shadow."

Ten thousand snake shadows broke through spatial restrictions and appeared around Li Yingzhen.

At first, Li Yingzhen thought it was a trick, but when she touched those snake shadows, she realized her carelessness.

These snake shadows each possessed attack power.

Although they dissipated with a single blow, this blow still made Li Yingzhen uncomfortable.

"Spirit Sealing Cover."

Against the ten thousand snake shadows, Li Yingzhen could only defend passively.

"Haha~"

"Help has arrived."

On the horizon, over a dozen flying boats sped over.

There were also several rolling black clouds—those were many Mahayana Spirit Clan members.

Hearing that an Undergoing Tribulation stage Human Race Cultivator had appeared in the ruins of the Yuan Sect, they couldn't help themselves.

Undergoing Tribulation stage!

Aside from the Spirit Clan Saintess and that famous crazy Old Ancestor, they hadn't seen any other Undergoing Tribulation stage Cultivators.

"Everyone, do not fight me for it; I want the legs, thighs are delicious!"

"Brother Mou wants the legs, then I shall take the head. I wonder if the brain of an Undergoing Tribulation stage Cultivator tastes different from other Human Race Cultivators."

These Mahayana Cultivators had already finished carving up Li Yingzhen before they even arrived.

"What should we do?"

Wu Chuan panicked. If Li Yingzhen, at the Undergoing Tribulation stage, was going to be carved up and eaten, then he, a Body Integration Stage Human Race Cultivator, would likely be swallowed in one gulp.

As for Xu Zong, he was already rolling his eyes.

With so many Mahayana Spirit Clan members, even a single hair falling from them could crush him to death.

"Go!"

The number of Spirit Clan members was vast; how could Li Yingzhen alone be their match?

Li Yingzhen wasn't stupid; how could she not run?

She held Wu Chuan in her left hand and Xu Zong in her right.

"Do not resist!"

"Go!"

The Fuyu Palace was still outside. Li Yingzhen didn't hesitate at all, grabbing the two and diving straight into the Fuyu Palace.

"Do not move!"

Once inside the Fuyu Palace, Li Yingzhen immediately sent a voice transmission.

"The Fuyu Palace is blessed with Zhao Yi's secret techniques. As long as we do not move, no matter how many Mahayana Spirit Clan members there are, they can do nothing to us."

All three were Cultivators; even Xu Zong, with the lowest cultivation, could remain motionless for days and nights.

"Where are they?"

"Did they see a ghost?"

"What kind of Spell is this?"

"There isn't even a ripple in space; they must still be nearby."

The many Mahayana Spirit Clan members, who had already carved up Li Yingzhen, thought they were seeing things.

In just a blink of an eye, three living people had vanished without a trace.

"Use the immortal martial divine cannon to blast them!"

"Brothers, cast Spells with me."

"We have locked down the space within a thousand miles."

"They must be hiding here."

Shi Zhong was furious.

In the whole world, other than Zhao Yi, the only person capable of breaking through to the Undergoing Tribulation stage was that Fourth Prince of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty, Li Yingzhen.

Legend had it that the immortal fate had fallen into the hands of those two.

If he wasn't mistaken, that Undergoing Tribulation stage Cultivator must be the long-missing Li Yingzhen.

Boom boom boom!

The light of the immortal martial divine cannon crisscrossed, and with the addition of many Mahayana Spirit Clan members, the surrounding space was shattered.

Watching the various attacks and cannon fire pass through them, Li Yingzhen and Wu Chuan were fine, but Xu Zong was so excited he nearly fainted.

"Such a powerful Magical Artifact, to be able to ignore the attacks of so many Mahayana Spirit Clan members."

"Junior, calm your heart and spirit!"

"If you move, you will be smashed to pieces instantly."

Xu Zong...

He immediately focused his eyes on his nose and his heart on his nose, ignoring the outside world.

After a long time of frantic bombing,

The entire He Ling Mountain had been blasted into an abyss.

Above the abyss, spatial turbulence was everywhere; even Mahayana Cultivators dared not traverse it casually.

The once Immortal mountain and blessed land, the ancestral court of the Yuan Sect, had completely become a dead zone.

"Escaped?"

"As expected of a Genius who could obtain the immortal fate and use it to break through to the Undergoing Tribulation stage, her methods are truly unfathomable."

Given the abyss and dead zone before them, it was absolutely impossible for an Undergoing Tribulation stage Cultivator to be hiding within it.

Therefore, there was only one possibility...

Li Yingzhen had escaped. She had escaped when everyone thought she couldn't.

"Report it. Say that Li Yingzhen has appeared and has already reached the Undergoing Tribulation stage."

Another Mahayana Cultivator hesitated, saying, "The Saintess's Ascension to the Major Thousand Worlds is imminent; disturbing her now..."

Shi Zhong sneered,

"Then you hide it!"

"I..."

That Mahayana Spirit Clan member immediately choked; how could he dare?

Even just the possibility that the immortal fate might be with Li Yingzhen was enough to stop him from hiding it.

Days passed one by one.

Xu Zong sat cross-legged in the Fuyu Palace, not feeling the passage of time at all. At first, he didn't know why.

Until he accidentally glanced around the Fuyu Palace.

Damn it, this wasn't a Fuyu Palace; this was clearly a Spirit Stone Palace.

Countless Low-Grade Spirit Stones and High-Grade Spirit Stones were piled up in mounds, like mountains.

Behind Li Yingzhen, fist-sized High-Grade Spirit Stones were actually piled into a mountain.

Looking next to Li Yingzhen, a pile of cloud-wreathed Top-Grade Spirit Stones almost blinded Xu Zong.

"Gulp!"

Xu Zong swallowed his saliva. His figure immediately appeared at the edge of the abyss.

The spatial cracks nearby emitted a fierce suction force; how could Xu Zong, who only had Qi Refining cultivation, resist?

Just as he was about to be sucked into a spatial crack, Li Yingzhen pulled him out, bringing Wu Chuan with her.

Xu Zong hung his head, ashamed of his own Heart-Nature.

"Those Spirit Stone mountains..."

"They were simply too shocking."

Li Yingzhen shook her head,

"The Spirit Clan has withdrawn; this area for a hundred miles is safe. You may leave."

"Ah!"

Xu Zong clenched his fists; he knew what he had missed.

But there was no other way, so he could only kneel and say, "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life."

Wu Chuan wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.

Meeting was fate, and parting was also fate. With shallow merit and virtue, forcing oneself to stay would eventually lead to disaster.

After Xu Zong's figure disappeared, Wu Chuan asked, "Senior Martial Uncle, where is my Master?"

"And what should we do in the future?"

"Are we just going to hide in the Fuyu Palace and wait for you, Senior Martial Uncle, to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation?"