132: Teleport! Teleport! Teleport!

“…”

Meng Yun’s footsteps were silent, and he was completely still.

Wherever his gaze fell, there was no longer a single living soul.

Some disciples, holding long swords, glared in anger, but their bodies were impaled and firmly nailed to the corridor pillars;

Some disciples were shattered, their faces resolute, attempting to self-destruct their Dantian, but were instantly suppressed and completely frozen…

…

…

His steps moved forward again.

At the entrance of a side hall, a figure sat slumped on the ground, their head hanging limply.

Meng Yun recognized him.

This person was clearly a Tribulation Peak Master.

The side hall had already been largely cut away by human force, revealing a tragic scene inside—

Countless Immortal Sect disciples lay sprawled on the ground, their chest blood not yet dry.

All had died from a single sword thrust to the heart.

Even if Meng Yun still carried some immortal bodhi spring, it was already useless.

It only preserved the physical body from perishing and the soul from scattering, but it could not bring people back to life.

“…”

This was not a simulation game.

This was a human tragedy truly unfolding in a world far from the present reality.

Meng Yun’s heart began to grow cold, little by little.

Initially, in the martial arts world, due to the first simulation, Meng Yun, from beginning to end, still held a playful attitude towards the world.

He didn't know the consequences of his words and actions, nor did he need to know.

From an untalented ordinary person on the verge of death, under the effect of the entry, he instantly became a hero capable of pulling mountains and dominating the world, and even married a princess of a nation, engaging in intimacy for a year…

He tasted the flavor of a strong person for the first time, and experienced the joy of intimacy for the first time.

It would be false to say he wasn't inflated.

Anyway, he was the ceiling of combat power, and the only things he cared about in the entire world were a man, a woman, and a fox.

In the Arcane World, Meng Yun gradually understood that everything he experienced truly affected the world.

He began to genuinely try to save.

From his younger sister Vivian, to the Anti-Resistance Army of the Holy City, and then to the pitiful experimental subjects tormented by the Arcane Association…

More and more people were saved by him, but he often found himself alone.

That’s right, almost no one could keep up with the pace of a cheat like him.

Until Meng Yun came to White Tiger Heaven and joined the Immortal Sect.

Here, there were countless powerful beings and abundant talents. Even if Meng Yun was a one-in-a-billion anomaly, he dared not speak wildly or dominate an era.

Neither Yan Weihuan’s bloody battle against Saint Minghe nor Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s formation-slaying of Saint Wuya were things Meng Yun could accomplish.

He was no longer the absolute focus.

But the time he spent with Shangguan Qing, and the time he spent with his fellow disciples in the Immortal Sect, he was very happy.

He was not a Mahayana, not a Tribulation, not even a Combination Realm, but just an inconspicuous Nascent Soul Little Vegetable Dish.

He no longer needed to be constantly vigilant, suffering from the loneliness at the top.

He could finally openly shout, “If the sky falls, there’s someone taller to hold it up.”

The young man who had always shielded others from wind and rain finally had someone who could hold an umbrella for him.

Finally, there was someone, a group of people, countless people, who brought him the warmth of family.

This place where my heart is at peace is my home.

Their voices and smiles still lingered.

But looking around, it was already desolate and silent.

Suddenly, the Peak Master, who had been slumped in the side hall as if long dead, trembled abruptly and reflexively said:

“Run… escape…”

“Towards Ruyi Peak…”

A soaring sword light swiftly slashed out behind Meng Yun.

Scarlet blood abruptly splattered in the clear daylight air.

A figure emerged in disarray, clutching his arm, a Combination Realm cultivator!

Looking back at the Peak Master, he had already completely breathed his last.

For some reason, Meng Yun’s eyes turned red.

“Die!!!”

A roar.

With the Demon Subduing Sword in hand, a golden sword light shot into the sky, instantly slaying the injured Combination Realm cultivator.

Some people are both human and demon.

【Three Combination Realm cultivators appeared before your eyes】

【You killed them with one sword strike】

【Five Combination Realm cultivators and one early-stage Tribulation appeared before your eyes】

【You executed the Tribulation with one sword, and cut down two Combination Realm cultivators with two swords】

【You were filled with killing intent, and rescued several surviving disciples amidst the encirclement of several Combination Realm cultivators】

【Countless more cultivators surrounded and attacked, even you could not resist them】

【You forcibly activated Teleportation Master, bringing the surviving disciples to Ye Qing in Xuanwu Heaven】

【Your lifespan was reduced, but you didn't care at all】

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

【You concisely informed Ye Qing of the current situation of the Immortal Sect】

“Take me back! Take me back!!”

Ye Qing grabbed Meng Yun’s collar, his face distorted.

Meng Yun reversed his hand, gripping the back of Ye Qing’s hand, and activated Teleportation Master.

It remained motionless.

Meng Yun understood that even if he forcibly took someone despite the damage, there were requirements for the strength of the person being carried.

At most, it could not exceed his own strength.

“Old Ye, protect them well.” Meng Yun gave Ye Qing a deep look, then once again, single-handedly, activated the Teleportation Master ability.

【You found five disciples in the Hidden Sword Pavilion】

【You found three disciples in the Beast Taming Peak】

【You are in…】

【You activated Teleportation Master】

【You activated Teleportation Master】

【You activated…】

【Your lifespan was reduced…】

【Your aptitude declined…】

【Your cultivation can no longer advance an inch in this life】

Within the teleportation array, Meng Yun stepped out again, accompanied by a dozen young disciples.

The disciples’ auras were stable, and their injuries were controllable.

But Meng Yun’s originally vibrant and vigorous body was now depleted.

At this moment, his eyes were lifeless, his face ashen, and his originally dark and thick hair had also become streaked with white.

Although his realm was not reduced, his future potential had been completely drained, and his lifespan of several millennia had also been greatly reduced.

“Eastern Abyss, you cannot teleport anymore!” Ye Qing was greatly alarmed and felt sorrow in his heart.

This was a miracle seed who had broken through to the Nascent Soul with the Seven-Colored Divine Thunder Tribulation, and had the potential to ascend to Immortal Emperor in the future!

Now, he was crippled just like that!

Three Saints Palace, Three Saints Palace!!!

If there is a day, I will surely break through your palace gates to avenge today’s grudge!

“There’s… one last time…” As these words were uttered, Meng Yun’s body once again disappeared into the light array.

This journey, once gone, there would be no return.

All the scattered disciples of the Immortal Sect had been found by him.

This time, his target was Ruyi Peak.

【You arrived at Ruyi Peak】

The dying disciples were all submerged in the immortal bodhi spring.

The blood had dyed the spring water of Ruyi a crimson red.

The sect-protecting array had shrunk to just this one circle, barely providing its last bit of protection.

A handsome man with flowing white hair was currently trapped within an invisible light shield, unable to advance or retreat.

Saint Wuji.

However, from his calm and composed demeanor, he seemed not to be worried about this at all.

Not far from him, Saint Wuxu’s aura was weak, and he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Clearly, during the attack on the Immortal Sect, he, being weaker than Saint Wuji, had sustained considerable injuries.

“Damn Cang Yuan…” Saint Wuxu silently regulated his breathing, his heart filled with seething rage.

From beginning to end, Cang Yuan’s attacks were almost entirely directed at him, as if he was being treated as a soft target!

No matter.

Once he regulated his breathing for a moment and stabilized his injuries, he would slaughter this group of people!

“Cang Yuan, with your current state, how long can you trap this Venerable One?”

Gentle words slowly flowed from Saint Wuji’s mouth, yet from beginning to end, Cang Yuan’s figure was never seen.

Who was he talking to?

“Long enough to delay until the Sect Master returns…”

The light shield flickered slightly, and then an aged voice emanated from it.

Grand Elder Cang Yuan had already entered the array with his body.

He was burning his Mahayana body to seal Saint Wuji!

There was no other way.