268: Chapter 266 I Will Be Back

Tang Laoba's body stiffened. His previously furious, struggling movements came to an abrupt halt. His pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks, and the anger and humiliation on his face were instantly replaced by extreme terror!

He had delved into the Soul Dao for hundreds of years, yet he had never perceived such terrifying power.

This power was neither violent nor raging; it was as soft as clouds and as clear as water, yet it naturally suppressed all Soul Power, Spiritual Qi, and martial blood Qi. It felt like the Supreme Dominator of this world, causing an instinctive awe and fear to rise from the depths of his Divine Soul.

Unsolvable, invincible!

This was the only thought that instantly rose in Tang Laoba's mind. There was no hesitation, no shred of Luck.

It was simply not an existence that he could touch or contend with in his current state.

If he continued to entangle himself or linger here, everyone today, including him, the leader of the Soul Domain, would surely perish, with none surviving!

"Retreat!"

A thunderclap exploded in Tang Laoba's heart. His desire to survive instantly overwhelmed all humiliation and anger. He didn't even bother to break free from Elder Hei Yan's grip. The dim soul rings around his body suddenly erupted with their final, extreme radiance, exhausting all remaining Soul Power to activate a teleportation soul skill!

Hum! A fluorescent blue halo instantly enveloped his entire body. The spatial fluctuations trembled violently, and his body suddenly blurred and faded.

Elder Hei Yan felt his hand lighten. The lower leg he had been clutching tightly suddenly lost its point of leverage. His powerful physical brute force struck empty air, causing him to stagger half a step. His heavily injured body swayed, and he nearly plummeted from high altitude.

Tang Laoba's figure instantly broke away from the battle, flying backward for a thousand zhang and landing steadily on the edge of the constantly trembling Soul Domain rift. The entire process took only an instant; his speed was unimaginably fast.

Standing at the edge of the rift, he suddenly turned around. His icy eyes were piercingly cold as he stared fixedly at Fortune Spirit, who stood calmly in the center of the Void Realm. He then swept his gaze over the blood-covered and menacing Elder Hei Yan below, gritting his teeth as he spoke, his voice hoarse but filled with monstrous hatred and unwillingness:

"You Canglan Domain natives, you relied on the might of a strong expert to win today! I have noted this debt! I, Tang Laoba, will be back."

"Once I return to the Soul Domain, reorganize my combat power, and come back with an even stronger army, I will surely trample this world, blood-wash the Canglan Domain territory, and slaughter all of you!"

After finishing his harsh words, he hesitated no longer. With a flash of his figure, he prepared to escape into the dark rift and retreat.

In the center of the Void Realm, Fortune Spirit slightly raised her clear eyes, a faint ripple passing through her indifferent gaze.

She stood in the center of the rift between the two worlds, her posture elegant and transcendent, unstained by any trace of the battle's hostility. Hearing the opponent's arrogant words, her expression did not change. She merely moved her fingertips slightly, and a wisp of extremely condensed clear spiritual Dao rhyme instantly formed, turning into a thin yet indestructible thread of light. It instantly pierced through the Void Realm, locking directly onto Tang Laoba's escape route, intending to intercept him on the spot and execute him right there.

She resided in this world and held the authority over its territorial order; how could she allow an otherworldly invader to slaughter at will, speak arrogantly, and retreat unscathed?

However, Tang Laoba had long anticipated her move. He exhausted all his Soul Power to reinforce his movement technique and activated his escape art. Almost the instant Fortune Spirit's thread of light was released, he plunged into the depths of the rift, his figure completely vanishing without a trace.

At the same time, the dark rift that spanned the high sky and connected to the Soul Domain seemed to sense the supreme pressure of this world. Having lost the power support to continue expanding and stabilizing, its edges began to rapidly twist, shrink, and close.

Sizzle, sizzle—the rift continued to close, fade, and narrow. The terrifying Soul Domain aura that had been leaking out rapidly receded, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, which had previously been imprisoned and stagnant due to Soul Power, began to slowly resume its circulation.

The thread of light at Fortune Spirit's fingertip hovered in the Void Realm before finally dissipating into nothingness.

She gazed in the direction where the rift had vanished, a faint trace of helplessness and gravity passing through her eyes.

It was not that she was powerless to pursue and kill, but that her power was firmly shackled by this world. Her Dao, her authority, and all her combat power could only be exerted within the Daming territory. Once she stepped outside this world to pursue the otherworldly rift, it would instantly dissipate.

This was the shackle of being a Fortune Spirit, and also the limit she could not transcend.

"Since that is the case, the remaining remnants shall all be left behind."

Fortune Spirit murmured softly, her voice light and gentle, yet carrying an indisputable sense of judgment.

Her thoughts moved slightly. She did not raise her hand, nor did she form any seals; she merely activated the Dao rhyme pressure swirling around her.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A continuous series of explosive roars resounded through the sky!

Those remaining soul masters who had not managed to follow Tang Laoba into the rift and were left on the battlefield—from high-level Soul Douluo to ordinary soul masters—had their bodies explode layer by layer in mid-air without warning.

Clusters of crimson blood mist suddenly bloomed. Shattered bones and flesh, along with fragments of dim soul rings, flew everywhere. The combat power that had remained and the struggling vitality were instantly and completely obliterated.

"No!! Spare me! I don't want to die!"

"Tang Laoba! You deserve to die for abandoning us!"

"Despicable and shameless! We fought to the death to hold off the enemy army and defend the front line for you! And you actually abandoned all your subordinates to escape alone!"

"My lord, spare our lives! We never intended to offend the Canglan Domain world! We are willing to submit, willing to surrender, and willing to pledge eternal loyalty!"

Miserable screams, desperate curses, and humble pleas for mercy rose and fell, resounding across the wilderness.

The remaining soul masters completely collapsed, no longer possessing any of the arrogance or aloofness of cross-boundary experts.

Some cursed Tang Laoba frantically for being selfish, cowardly, and sacrificing pawns to save himself, treating his subordinates as discarded pieces. Some knelt and crawled on the ground, trembling, desperately begging Fortune Spirit to show mercy, willing to submit and surrender just to survive. Others frantically activated their soul skills, trying to break out and escape this region of death.

But all struggles were in vain.

No matter how they activated their soul skills, how they tore through the Void Realm, or how they desperately fled, the space around them remained firmly locked. All circulation of Soul Power was frozen, and all escape paths were completely blocked.

A Soul Douluo, who had only half a body left and a lingering Divine Soul, dragged his broken body and climbed desperately, his eyes filled with resentment: "My Soul Domain army is endless; you killed us today, but one day someone will surely trample this place..."

Before the words could finish, his head exploded with a boom, completely turning into a mist of blood and dissipating between Heaven and Earth.

All the remaining soul masters, without exception, perished, with none surviving.

High above the sky, blood mist swirled and fragments flew. The Soul Domain invading force, which had been rampaging just a moment ago, was completely liquidated and slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Just as the battlefield was completely cleared and the aura gradually stabilized, a slight trace of surprise flashed across Fortune Spirit's cold brows, and she murmured in doubt: "Eh?"

Her gaze shifted, sweeping across the entire battlefield as she pondered inwardly.

Just now, when she suppressed the field with a single thought and released her Dao rhyme pressure, she had not specifically targeted a single faction. Instead, she had indiscriminately covered and crushed all otherworldly invaders on the field, both soul masters and martial Cultivators.

Yet the final results were drastically different.

All the soul masters affected by the Dao rhyme, regardless of their cultivation level or combat strength, had their Physical Bodies exploded and their Divine Souls annihilated; not one survived. However, many of the Wuhen Martial World martial Cultivators, who had been subjected to the same indiscriminate attack, had managed to endure this rule-based crushing force and did not perish on the spot.

At this moment, on the ground and in the low sky, the remaining martial Cultivators had disordered blood Qi, tattered clothes, and were covered in wounds. Crimson blood constantly overflowed from the corners of their mouths. Their state was extremely wretched, yet they still retained vivid vitality. Enduring their injuries, they stumbled and fled in all directions, attempting to get far away from this deadly battlefield and find a place to hide.

Their Physical Bodies were cracked, their blood Qi was depleted, and their injuries were severe, yet they had barely managed to hold onto a sliver of life.

A trace of realization and surprise flashed in Fortune Spirit's eyes. Although she had not used her full strength just now, suppressing the field only with basic Dao rhyme, the lethality could not be considered extremely tyrannical.

Yet, for this group of martial Cultivators to survive under the rule-based crushing force, it was enough to show that the Wuhen Martial World indeed had its unique aspects.

Seeing this, Elder Hei Yan on the side hurriedly endured the severe pain in his body, stepped forward half a step, and reminded her in a deep voice, his tone extremely grave: "The Cultivators of the Wuhen Martial World specialize in cultivating their Physical Body and blood Qi, refining their tendons, bones, and internal organs. They abandon exquisite techniques and long-lasting Divine Souls, piling all their foundation onto their Physical Body."

"Their Physical Body toughness, limit resistance, and pressure-bearing capacity far exceed ordinary Cultivators and soul masters. Within the same rank, it is extremely difficult to kill them instantly. Their ability in prolonged battles and resistance battles is terrifying; they must never be underestimated."

Fortune Spirit heard this and understood completely. A trace of killing intent and gravity flashed through her cold eyes.

So it was the gap in the Physical Body Dao body. Since ordinary Dao rhyme suppression could not completely obliterate this group of physically tough martial Cultivators, she would increase the stakes, establish the Dao, and strengthen the judgment!

Boom! The invisible and intangible Dao rhyme suddenly surged. The clear spiritual halo of the entire world instantly brightened several times over. The Heaven and Earth rules of this Daming territory were all added to her body. A vast and majestic stream of Luck rose around Fortune Spirit; countless tiny fragments of Heaven and Earth Luck gathered from all directions, wrapping around her body and circulating endlessly.

Immediately afterward, torrents of energy from Clones stripped away from the Void Realm and descended to the ground, landing in various parts of the battlefield and accurately shrouding every remaining otherworldly Cultivator.

Some Clones had majestic Spiritual Qi fluctuations of the Mahayana Realm appearing around them, while others carried the thunderous Dao rhyme of the Undergoing Tribulation Realm...

"Full territory sweep, leave no remnants."

Fortune Spirit parted her lips slightly, and her faint command resounded through Heaven and Earth, spreading in all directions.

"Disperse immediately and head to the entire Daming territory! Track down all Wuhen Martial World Cultivators and remaining soul masters who have infiltrated, lurked, or fled in all directions. Clear them out place by place, purge them region by region, and kill them all!"

Upon the order, the Clones instantly sped off in all directions across the Daming territory.

In front of the high-altitude rift, the four individuals led by Dou Emperor Cang Luan, who had originally been leisurely watching the show and feeling secretly delighted, now had their expressions change drastically. They no longer had any composure or ease.

Just now, they had quietly watched the dragon and tiger exhaust each other, both sides suffering, intending to sit and wait for both sides to finish fighting so they could reap the benefits. But they never expected that such a peerless expert in white would appear halfway through.

With one thought she suppressed the vast sky, with one word she determined life and death, and with a wave of her hand, she annihilated dozens of high-level Soul Douluo.

"Run! Run! There is actually an Immortal who has descended to the Lower Realm here!"

Dou Emperor Cang Luan's mind was greatly shaken. He hissed in a low, urgent voice, his tone filled with extreme haste and dread.

He had lived for endless years, fought in countless cross-boundary wars, and seen numerous Peak mighty figures. Naturally, he had some understanding of Immortals.

But thinking about it, it was normal! Throughout history, traces of Immortals descending to the Lower Realm had frequently appeared, which was why spatial rifts emerged! He just didn't expect to run into it this time. One could also say they came too early.

But fear was fear; no trace of retreat or cowardice appeared in Dou Emperor Cang Luan's eyes, and he had not completely dismissed the idea of invading Canglan Domain.

So what if this world had an Immortal who had descended to the Lower Realm? His Wuhen Martial World had a vast foundation and endless Legacy; they also held ancient secret arts and Dao-sacrificing techniques to summon Immortals to the Lower Realm.

Today they would retreat for now and endure in hiding. When they were fully prepared in the future and summoned the Immortals from their world to descend, they would cross the boundary again. They would surely be able to trample this territory and take over the Canglan Domain plane!

"Prepare to return to the Wuhen Martial World!"

Dou Emperor Cang Luan gave the order in a deep voice. The blood-colored mountain phantoms around his body rapidly retracted. At the same time, he raised his hand to protect the three companions beside him. The four stood shoulder to shoulder and slowly retreated backward, methodical and completely composed.

Above the Void Realm, Fortune Spirit's gaze moved slightly; she had long seen through the four's retreat route and intentions.

Since they dared to cross the boundary to invade and trample this world, they had to pay the due price!

Fortune Spirit no longer held back. She gently raised her plain hand, and a wisp of pure, flawless order Dao power condensed at her fingertip.

Hum—! A transparent seal appeared, carrying boundless might. It crashed through the sky, bringing an irreversible suppressing force, and smashed directly toward the four individuals led by Dou Emperor Cang Luan!

Strong winds howled and Heaven and Earth trembled. Before the seal body arrived, the terrifying pressure had already locked all the space around the four.

Facing this terrifying offensive that covered the sky and suppressed everything, Dou Emperor Cang Luan's expression grew stern, yet he remained composed and extremely steady.

"Form up! Use the Four Directions Mountain-Suppressing Combined Attack Technique!"

Dou Emperor Cang Luan ordered sternly, his voice resonant and powerful.

In an instant, the four Peak Dou Emperor experts took their positions, forming a quadrilateral, supporting each other, their energy mechanisms connected, and their Bloodlines resonating.

Crimson blood Qi soared into the sky from around the four of them. Four towering and boundless blood-colored mountain phantoms appeared in the air, each guarding one of the four cardinal directions: southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast.

The mountain phantoms overlapped layer by layer, their barriers interconnected, and their auras linked, condensing into a blood-colored giant mountain shield covering a thousand zhang. It stood steadily above the four people's heads, majestic, heavy, and indestructible, carrying the ultimate defense of the Wuhen Martial World's Physical Body Dao!

Boom!!! The Heaven and Earth Suppression Seal crashed down, accurately striking the center of the blood-colored mountain Formation!

An earth-shattering roar exploded in the sky. Air waves rolled, wind and clouds swirled backward, the entire ground trembled violently, and distant mountains and hills shook. The pure white Dao power and the blood-colored martial blood Qi clashed madly and collided violently. Endless shockwaves swept in all directions, shaking away all the remaining smoke of the Heaven and Earth battle.

The blood-colored mountain Formation trembled violently, flickering between bright and dark, its patterns cracking. The four mountain phantoms constantly twisted, dimmed, and collapsed.

Crack, crack—dense shattering sounds rang out continuously. Cracks spread rapidly and expanded layer by layer across the blood-colored shield.

The next second, the four of them trembled, their chests heaving; they could no longer suppress the surging blood Qi within their bodies.

Pfft—pfft—pfft—pfft! Four mouthfuls of crimson hot blood spurted out simultaneously, staining the Void Realm in front of them red. The four's faces instantly turned pale as paper, their blood Qi was greatly damaged, and their injuries worsened.

The Four Directions Mountain-Suppressing Combined Attack Formation shattered with a boom!

Taking advantage of the Formation breaking and the backlash of the shockwave, a trace of determination and ruthlessness flashed in Dou Emperor Cang Luan's eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Retreat!"

The four no longer lingered in battle. Borrowing the last bit of repulsive force, their figures moved like lightning, retreating rapidly, and all at once they rushed into the slightly trembling martial Dao rift behind them.

The moment they escaped into the rift, Dou Emperor Cang Luan turned his head abruptly. His blood-colored eyes locked onto Fortune Spirit in the center of the Void Realm, his voice hoarse but carrying endless ruthlessness and unwillingness, echoing from afar:

"Thank you for showing mercy today! The Canglan Domain territory, my Wuhen Martial World has noted it! You had better guard it well and wait for our return!"

Immediately following that, the martial Dao rift that spanned Heaven and Earth and connected to the Wuhen Martial World quickly twisted, gathered, and closed. The sizzling spatial folds rapidly smoothed out and finally dissipated completely without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Fortune Spirit stood in the Void Realm, looking down at the completely closed martial Dao rift below, her heart filled with surprise and gravity.

Four Peak Dou Emperor experts had forcibly endured the Dao seal's bombardment, shattered the combined attack Formation, and used the shockwave to escape smoothly, retreating unscathed.

"Wuhen Martial World..."