138: Chapter 138 Zi Yun Departs in Sorrow

Su Yun opened his eyes.

In the depths of his pupils, gold and blue light intertwined before quickly fading away.

The massive Chaos Spiritual Qi circulated within his body for nine great cycles.

His Body Integration Late Stage Realm was thoroughly consolidated. His bones emitted crisp popping sounds like crackling beans.

With every breath, he could cause subtle tremors in the surrounding Void Realm.

He was only one opportunity away from attracting the Undergoing Tribulation heavenly lightning.

He looked to his side.

Luo Bingyan was slumped against his chest.

Her moon-white thin gauze dress was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her breathtaking curves.

A lingering flush hung at the corners of her eyes, and her long, straight legs were still subconsciously wrapped around Su Yun's waist.

"Void Burial Ground," Su Yun spoke, his voice deep.

Luo Bingyan's body stiffened. The residual traces of passion were instantly dispelled by her reason.

She propped herself up. A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed to the air, but she didn't care at all.

"The Severing of Heaven and Earth ruins?"

Luo Bingyan's brows furrowed tightly.

"Back then, the Immortal Realm powerhouses joined forces to sever the Ascension passage, and an eternal spatial storm formed there. Laws are chaotic; even an Immortal Lord would get lost if they entered. You hid the secret treasure there?"

"That place can isolate all Karma investigations." Su Yun rolled out of bed.

A mysterious black brocade robe was automatically draped over him under the pull of spiritual power. He neatly tied his belt.

"Blood Fiend suffered a great loss and will certainly not let it go. The foundation of the Heaven Burial Palace is unfathomable."

Su Yun turned his head, his gaze cold and sharp.

"The next ones to descend might be True Immortals. Before they find a way to circumvent the Heavenly Dao's suppression, I must obtain this secret treasure."

Luo Bingyan bit her lip. She grabbed the brocade quilt from the bed and wrapped herself tightly.

"I'll go with you. I can help you stabilize the spatial rifts," she said, her voice tinged with obsession.

"You stay."

Su Yun walked to the bedside and looked down at her from above.

"Go into seclusion, thoroughly digest the Extreme Yang Origin, push the Ice Spirit Holy Physique to its limit, and Breakthrough to the Immortal Lord Realm. The base in the Lower Realm needs someone to guard it."

Tossing down a jade bottle filled with top-grade Medicinal Pills, Su Yun turned and pushed open the bamboo door.

Luo Bingyan did not argue further. Watching Su Yun's broad back disappear outside the door, her fingers tightly gripped the corner of the quilt.

Her nails dug into her palms.

She indulged in this powerful feeling of being completely controlled.

In the center of the Inner Heaven and Earth.

The discussion hall was built from Taichu Bluestone.

The air was so thick it was suffocating.

The Taiyi Holy Master, the Purple Mansion Holy Master, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

These four Peak Body Integration Stage powerhouses who ruled the Four Great Domains of the Lower Realm were currently kneeling on the cold floor of the hall.

Behind them knelt dozens of Grand Elders from various factions.

No one dared to lift their head.

In front, Su Yun sat on a throne made of Dragon bones, one hand supporting his chin, his indifferent gaze looking down at these overlords of the Lower Realm.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Su Yun's finger rhythmically tapped the armrest.

The sound echoed in the empty hall.

With every tap, the hearts of the Taiyi Holy Master and the others twitched violently.

"Ten days." Su Yun stopped tapping.

The Taiyi Holy Master's whole body shook, and he immediately responded loudly, "Please hand down your decree, My Lord!"

"Within ten days, I want you to assemble all the spatial Formation Grandmasters in the Four Great Domains of the Lower Realm."

Su Yun's tone was devoid of emotion.

"Whether you empty your Sect's treasury resources or find other ways, in short, transport all the foundations capable of stabilizing space to the Demon-Falling Valley."

The Purple Mansion Holy Master swallowed hard, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and spoke up boldly.

"My Lord. Such a large-scale spatial assembly, if the Formation is activated, I fear it will tear the Lower Realm's barriers. Which Realm... are we going to attack?"

"Attack?" A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Su Yun's mouth. "We are going to clear a path."

"To the Void Burial Ground."

These four words shook everyone's Divine Soul violently.

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly looked up, his face full of horror.

"Void Burial Ground? That's the fault line of the Severing of Heaven and Earth! A desperate situation with no chance of survival! Please reconsider, My Lord!"

Bang!

Su Yun did not even move a finger.

An invisible, majestic pressure crashed down.

The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was pinned directly to the ground.

His entire skeleton made a tooth-grinding grinding sound.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining the bluestone floor red.

"I am not discussing this with you."

Su Yun's voice was bone-chillingly cold.

"If you can't do it, someone else will. There are plenty of people in this world who want your seats."

The Taiyi Holy Master reacted quickly, crawling forward two steps and kowtowing heavily.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is senile, please forgive them, My Lord! The Taiyi Holy Land accepts the command. Within ten days, all resources will be assembled. If anything goes wrong, I will bring you my head!"

The Purple Mansion Holy Master and the others snapped out of it, hurriedly following suit by kowtowing and swearing.

"Get out and do it." Su Yun waved his hand to withdraw the pressure.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a great pardon and fled the hall.

Su Yun sat on the throne and closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into the depths of his Soul, where the Origin mark of the acting Heavenly Dao slowly rotated.

Forcibly blasting open a passage to the Void Burial Ground would surely trigger a violent backlash from the Laws.

He had to calculate the energy load limit of every node.

Outside the hall, by the spirit lake.

A breeze blew across the mirror-like surface of the water.

Fairy Ziyun, dressed in white, stood quietly under an ancient weeping willow, her exquisite face reflected in the lake water.

Having returned to her Peak cultivation and even showing signs of a Breakthrough, she was surrounded by an ethereal Immortal Qi.

But in the depths of her eyes, there was a heavy sense of loneliness.

Fairy Ziyun looked toward the distant bluestone hall, seeing those giants of the Lower Realm scatter in fear.

Su Yun sat high in the hall, strategizing and holding the lives of all beings in his hands.

Zi Yun withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the bamboo forest on the mountainside shrouded in mist.

The intersection of Yin and Yang had just taken place there for several days.

The residual heavenly phenomena were still telling the story of that frenzied Dual Cultivation.

Zi Yun's hands couldn't help but grip the corners of her clothes, her chest tightening in waves, and even her breathing became sluggish.

She remembered how tender Su Yun had been to her in the beginning.

But now, as the women around him grew more numerous, how long had it been since he had taken the initiative to find her?

Looking around this crowded Inner Heaven and Earth, the newcomers were all exceptionally talented and possessed astonishing Divine Abilities.

Some could accompany him in battle, others could strategize for him; every one of them was stronger than her, and... more useful.

And what about her? Besides a heart and body she had long ago given him, she seemed unable to help him with anything else.

An indescribable sense of loss and grievance welled up in her heart.

She was no longer that special, needed person for him.

In this bustling world, Zi Yun felt herself gradually becoming an out-of-place outsider, even somewhat redundant.

"To think that I, the leader of the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance, would end up like a resentful woman waiting for pity because of these things."

A self-deprecating bitter smile tugged at the corner of Zi Yun's mouth, but the stinging in her eyes could not be suppressed.

She sighed.

She took out a blank Jade Slip from her storage ring and pressed it against her smooth forehead.

She separated a wisp of Divine Sense to carve some words.

Bending over, she pressed the Jade Slip under a round stone by the lakeside.

Zi Yun's hands quickly formed seals.

Although the Inner Heaven and Earth was absolutely sealed by the Heavenly Dao's Laws, she was Su Yun's woman after all, carrying his aura and possessing certain passage permissions.

The Void Realm rippled.

A flash of white light appeared, and Fairy Ziyun's figure disappeared from the lakeside.

She needed to leave this place.

This place filled with the aura of other women was causing her Dao Heart to waver.

Only by going out to clear her mind could she find her former peace.

On the border of the Central Domain, Bluestone City.

This was a Mortal city far away from the conflicts of the cultivation world.

The sky was piled with lead-gray nimbostratus clouds, and a continuous drizzle fell.

The long street paved with bluestone was wet and reflective. Oil lamps hanging under the eaves of shops by the street swayed in the wind and rain.

Zi Yun held an oil-paper umbrella she had bought by the roadside.

She had hidden all her cultivation fluctuations, and even her fairy-like appearance was obscured by an illusion, transforming her into an ordinary but beautiful woman.

She walked aimlessly in the drizzle.

Listening to the sound of iron being struck at the blacksmith's shop on the corner, smelling the aroma of meat from the steamed bun shop.

The mundane atmosphere of the Mortals gradually drew the stifling feeling out of her heart.

Zi Yun stopped in front of a small stall selling rouge and powder.

The stall owner was a wrinkled old woman.

"Madam, would you like to see this box of powder? It's a new arrival." The old woman promoted her goods enthusiastically.

Zi Yun reached out her fair fingers and picked up the rough wooden box.

In a dark dead-end alley three streets away.

Space distorted without warning. Within her field of vision, the scenery twisted and deformed.

A falling raindrop suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A naked, blood-colored figure appeared out of thin air.

She had no facial features. Her pale face was completely smooth.

Her perfect and enchanting body had no warmth and not even a hint of a living being's aura.

Blood Consort.

The Formless Killing Weapon that the Blood Fiend Divine Lord of the Heaven Burial Palace had spent countless efforts to cultivate.

She stood quietly in the shadows of the alley.

Rain fell on her body and was instantly evaporated by an invisible force.

In the air, a very, very faint fragrance drifted.

This was Zi Yun's unique body fragrance.

The Blood Consort's smooth face began to writhe. A crack split open in the middle, forming a mouth.

"Target appeared."

A raspy voice devoid of emotion echoed in the dead-end alley.

She had been lurking in the Lower Realm for several days. That man's Inner Heaven and Earth was absolutely sealed by the Heavenly Dao's Laws, making it impossible to penetrate.

To her surprise, the prey had walked out of the safe zone on her own.

The Blood Consort's body swayed slightly.

Her entire being instantly melted into a pool of crimson liquid, merging into the accumulated water on the ground.

Following the cracks in the bluestone, she swam quickly and silently toward the long street.

The sky darkened completely.

The drizzle turned into heavy rain.

Zi Yun put down the powder box in her hand. She continued walking forward.

Ahead was a moat that flowed through the city.

Willows by the river swayed. Several Mortal women were squatting on the stone steps, placing lit paper lotuses into the water.

Zi Yun held her umbrella and stood by the stone railing of the riverbank.

She looked down at the dots of lantern light floating downstream.

Rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, making a monotonous and dense rustling sound.

Su Yun's figure uncontrollably appeared in her mind again.

"I'll go back after he's finished with his business." Zi Yun gently closed her eyes.

On the bluestone beneath her feet.

Rainwater gathered into a puddle. The surface of the puddle clearly reflected Zi Yun's white-clothed figure holding the umbrella.

A breeze blew past, but the surface of the puddle did not show a single ripple.

Zi Yun's face in the reflection suddenly began to blur, her features melting.

In the blink of an eye, the reflection turned into a pale face with no features!

The intense killing intent was completely masked by her perfect camouflage talent.

Zi Yun's Soul Transformation Stage Divine Sense did not perceive anything unusual.

Immediately afterward.

That pale face in the water split vertically down the middle!

A bloody mouth filled with fine, sharp fangs opened silently in the reflection.

The next second.

The large mouth suddenly broke through the water's surface, transforming into a giant blood-colored abyss, fiercely devouring the unaware Zi Yun!