114: My Godly Father (45)

"Little mouse... long time no see."

This voice, carrying a hint of mockery yet filled with bone-deep hatred, rang out behind Quan Yun.

His body, already pushed to its limit, stiffened abruptly.

Leaning on his sword, Quan Yun turned around with difficulty.

When he saw who it was, his pupils, slightly unfocused from exhaustion, instantly contracted into dangerous pinpricks.

Yao Jinghong.

The master of Yaoguang Blessed Land.

Thirty years ago, it was this man who had united various major factions to force him into a desperate situation.

At this moment, Yao Jinghong's aura was steady; he no longer bore the disheveled appearance of the past. His face wore a playful expression like a cat toying with a mouse, while deep in his eyes lay undisguised resentment and greed.

His gaze swept across the corpses littering the ground at Quan Yun's feet, finally resting on Quan Yun's pale face.

"You certainly have a tenacious life."

"Hiding in the Forbidden Land for thirty years, not only did you not die, but you actually reached the Guiyi Realm."

Yao Jinghong's voice was filled with jealousy.

"It seems you obtained an incredible Opportunity in there."

Quan Yun did not speak; he only gripped his sword tighter.

His gaze passed over Yao Jinghong and landed on the mysterious figure shrouded in black robes beside him.

This person stood quietly, yet he was the center of this starry sky.

An unfathomable pressure radiated faintly from him, far more terrifying than that of Yao Jinghong, a Heavenly God.

More importantly, from this mysterious person, Quan Yun clearly sensed a familiar Bloodline fluctuation.

Jiang Family Bloodline.

This person was an expert from the Jiang Family.

Quan Yun's heart sank.

He instantly understood that the black-robed person before him was the true mastermind behind the trap set by the Jiang Family.

And also the one who wanted to seize the Sword Scripture.

Yao Jinghong enjoyed Quan Yun's current helplessness and laughed contemptuously.

"What? Do you not recognize this lord anymore?"

"Back in the day, your father, God-King Quan, was truly domineering!"

"He sank my Blessed Land and left me critically wounded and near death!"

He turned to the side and bowed respectfully to the black-robed person.

"This one is a God King of the Jiang Family. He has come in person today to purge the lineage and, incidentally... reclaim what should belong to the Jiang Family."

The black-robed person slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of cold, ruthless eyes beneath his hood.

"Quan Yun."

He spoke coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Hand over the Sword Scripture, and I may grant you a whole corpse."

A Heavenly God.

A God King with even more terrifying strength.

Quan Yun's mood was heavy to the extreme.

He was currently heavily injured with his spiritual power exhausted; let alone facing such a lineup, even someone in the Grotto-Heaven Realm in perfect condition could easily kill him.

This was a death trap.

"You want it?"

Quan Yun coughed up blood, but a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Then come and take it yourself."

"You don't know what's good for you."

The Jiang Family God King snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense.

Boom!

A Domain power, far more terrifying than that of anyone before, descended with a roar.

The Domains of the Heavenly God and the God King overlapped, forming an invisible cage that instantly enveloped Quan Yun.

Crack!

Quan Yun's already heavily injured body let out a groan of unbearable strain under this terrifying pressure.

His bones shattered inch by inch.

His Meridians snapped one by one.

He felt as if he were being crushed by an ancient giant mountain, and even moving a single finger had become a luxury.

Every attempt to resist only made his injuries worse.

His consciousness began to blur.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness enveloped his mind.

Is this... where it ends?

Just as Quan Yun's consciousness was about to fade.

Hum—

Deep in his Sea of Consciousness, the little tower that had been silent for so long and had already become six-storied, suddenly trembled slightly.

A trace of an ancient, vast aura that transcended time and space quietly awakened.

The next instant, a seemingly weak stream of cyan Qi slowly surged out from the little tower.

The moment this cyan Qi appeared, it transformed into an impenetrable barrier, wrapping around Quan Yun's body.

That God King Domain, capable of crushing everything, instantly dissipated and was silently neutralized the moment it touched this layer of cyan barrier.

The pressure on Quan Yun that was enough to cause Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering vanished without a trace.

"Hmm?"

The Jiang Family God King let out a soft exclamation, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

The triumphant smile on Yao Jinghong's face also froze.

"Playing tricks!"

He shouted sharply, unleashing his Heavenly God power without reservation, and struck with a palm.

This palm strike was enough to smash a star into dust.

However, when this incredibly powerful palm strike landed on the thin layer of cyan barrier in front of Quan Yun, it didn't even stir the slightest ripple.

All the power was completely swallowed and neutralized by that layer of cyan Qi.

"This... how is this possible!"

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Yao Jinghong's face.

The Jiang Family God King's eyes also became solemn.

He made a move himself, pointing a finger.

This finger contained the Law power of the strongest of the Heavenly God Realm and a God King, capable of piercing through heaven and earth.

Ding!

The fingertip tapped on the cyan barrier, emitting a crisp sound.

Then, there was no then.

That seemingly weak cyan barrier was impenetrable.

No matter how the two peerless experts attacked, they could not harm Quan Yun in the slightest.

"This is not the power of the Sword Scripture!"

The Jiang Family God King withdrew his hand, his voice low, his eyes filled with shock and greed.

"This is... the Opportunity you obtained in that Forbidden Land!"

Yao Jinghong also reacted, his eyes becoming even more fervent.

A defensive treasure capable of easily blocking a God King's strike.

The value of this Opportunity was likely not below that of the Supreme Sword Scripture!

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same murderous intent in the other's eyes.

They could not do anything about this strange cyan barrier for the moment, but they did not believe this power could last forever.

They decided to wait.

Once this power was exhausted, it would be Quan Yun's death day.

...

Meanwhile.

In an unspeakable Forbidden Land.

Amidst eternal silence and darkness, that blurry figure, who had sat cross-legged for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, once again opened his eyes abruptly.

This time, it was not doubt.

It was not an illusion.

That aura that haunted his dreams, which he had searched for through countless epochs, was so clear!

"It really is that tower..."

"This time... there will be no mistake!"

An ancient, grand thought, filled with endless excitement and determination to obtain it, echoed in the darkness.

Boom!

The surrounding Chaos Qi surged violently.

The blurry figure, for the first time, slowly stood up from the unchanging seated posture.

The next moment.

His figure instantly disappeared from where he was.

His target was the source of that aura.