561: Chapter 561

The old Saint stood deep within the ancestral lands, not speaking immediately.

He first glanced at the sacrificial altar.

That Holy Body Seed, whom the ancient clan had spent all their efforts to nurture, was now ruined.

His Luck had been drained dry.

His Origin had been hollowed out.

The person was still alive, but his eyes had lost their spirit.

The Venerable was dead.

The ancestral land's formation was also mostly destroyed.

But none of these were what the old Saint cared about most.

What he was truly staring at was the aura of the Physique Qin Yun had displayed before leaving.

He could not have mistaken that aura.

The old Saint stared at the now empty sky, the anger in his eyes gradually cooling down.

First, there was anger.

Then, there was a chilling coldness.

Finally, only killing intent remained.

He spoke slowly.

"It is not a Holy Body."

"It is an Emperor Body."

Around the ancestral lands, the high-level members of the Beichen Ancient Clan all trembled in unison.

The old Saint turned around.

There was not the slightest ripple of emotion on his face.

"This boy cannot be allowed to remain."

"Since a grudge has already been formed, we must absolutely not let him live until tomorrow."

With these words, the attitude of the entire Beichen Ancient Clan became completely unified.

Soon, order after order was sent out from the ancestral lands.

All teleportation nodes in the Tianlan Region were blockaded.

People were dispatched to guard all ancient roads leading to the outer regions.

Every force that had ever come into contact with Qin Yun was to be investigated and locked down.

The Yuntian Sect.

The female-only Sect.

The group of people who had come out of the Secret Realm alive.

Even the Flying Boats and merchant guilds that had received him along the way were thoroughly searched.

From deep within the ancestral lands, an ancient artifact was brought out.

It was a grayish-white ancient plate with several cracks along its edges, yet a faint, eerie light still glowed at its center.

This ancient artifact was precisely what the old Saint had brought back from a Primordial Battlefield years ago.

The old Saint looked at the ancient plate and saw that the Luck of his own ancient clan displayed on it had actually dropped significantly.

He quickly understood that Qin Yun had not only devoured the Luck of that Holy Body but had also devoured the Luck of their entire clan. Therefore, if Qin Yun did not die, their clan's Luck would not return.

"Find his trail."

...

Soon, the subordinate Orthodoxies also moved.

The Sects, Imperial Dynasties, and noble families attached to the Beichen Ancient Clan all received orders.

Hunt down Qin Yun.

The entire Tianlan Region was echoing with a single name.

Qin Yun.

Meanwhile, Qin Yun had already landed in a strange, mountainous wilderness.

Qin Yun's gaze was incredibly calm; he was well aware of the upheaval in the outside world.

"I must hide first."

With a flash of his figure, he dove directly into the depths of the mountain range.

But before long, he sensed something was wrong.

He had clearly wiped away his aura along the way repeatedly.

He had even deliberately used the mountain's spiritual tides to wash away any traces.

Yet behind him, the pursuers were still snapping at his heels.

They were coming with pinpoint accuracy.

It was as if they knew exactly where he was at all times.

The pursuers were not strong.

A few in the God Realm, plus several in the Grotto-Heaven Realm.

When they charged into the valley, Qin Yun had already turned around.

No nonsense.

He killed them directly.

He fully activated his Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body.

With one punch, a God Realm expert exploded on the spot.

With another punch, another person's chest collapsed.

The valley became a haze of blood mist.

Qin Yun fought while retreating, soon leaving all of these people dead in the valley.

But he did not relax in the slightest.

Qin Yun stood on a jagged rock and glanced toward the distance.

"Something has locked onto me."

...

Soon, the pursuit arrived again.

Venerables began to appear.

The opponents did not clash with him head-on; instead, they blocked the roads.

They sealed the canyons.

They locked the ancient bridges.

They blocked the teleportation spaces.

Every time Qin Yun tore open a path, it wouldn't be long before someone blocked him again up ahead.

He used the mountain terrain to charge through forcefully.

He used his Physical Body to barge through.

He smashed through three stone ridges along the way, forcefully tearing a gap in the encirclement.

But less than half a day after escaping, the people behind caught up again.

Qin Yun's expression grew increasingly grim.

He was being tracked relentlessly.

...

Qin Yun was forced into a stretch of desolate ridges.

The surroundings were filled with rubble and broken peaks.

There were people in front and behind.

Above his head, the aura of a Venerable was pressing down.

Qin Yun stood in the center of the desolate ridge and suddenly stopped.

In the next instant, several lethal moves fell simultaneously.

He did not dodge.

With a boom.

His Physical Body shattered.

Blood splattered everywhere.

His aura was severed.

On the surface, he was a dead man.

Immortality and Indestructibility began to circulate secretly.

Under normal circumstances, when an opponent saw him breathe his last, they would likely breathe a sigh of relief and then leave.

And he would only need to wait for the people to clear out before secretly regrouping his life force and escaping from another side.

But this time, it was different.

The people from the Beichen Ancient Clan did not cheer.

No one approached.

No one dispersed.

Instead, they immediately pulled into a formation, sealing off the entire desolate ridge.

Someone stood on the periphery and spoke coldly.

"Continue to wait."

"He shouldn't be completely dead yet."

Qin Yun's consciousness, scattered in the shadows, sank.

Something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

The positioning of these people and the angles of these blockades were not at all like they were guarding a corpse.

Soon, he also understood.

Immortality and Indestructibility had been exposed.

But he couldn't wait forever.

The longer it dragged on, the heavier the blockade became.

Ultimately, Qin Yun could only risk his weakened state from just being reborn to forcibly tear his way out from a slightly thinner point.

The moment he reformed his body, the opponents indeed surrounded and attacked immediately.

Qin Yun endured that weakness and smashed his way out; half of his body shattered again before he barely managed to break through the encirclement.

He had escaped.

But his injuries were compounded.

Worse still, the Beichen Ancient Clan's wariness of him had risen another level.

And the subsequent hunts also changed completely.

After several clashes, the Beichen Ancient Clan had already figured out his foundation.

Grotto-Heaven Realm cultivation.

Physique already established.

Those at the God Realm level could not stop him.

Ordinary Venerables were not secure in hunting him alone either.

On this day, just as Qin Yun crossed a desolate slope of red earth, the world around him suddenly went silent.

Qin Yun's footsteps paused, and he looked up.

Eight auras pressed down from eight directions.

Eight Venerables surrounded all eight directions and sealed off this part of the world.

A dead end.

But Qin Yun did not wait.

He struck first.

His Grotto-Heaven power was fully unleashed.

The Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body surged, and the phantom of a great sun behind him smashed directly into the blockade on the left.

A Venerable had just raised his hand when he was blasted back by a head-on punch.

Another person moved to fill the gap, but the Taihuang Sun-Rending slashed across, forcing that person to move aside.

Ordinary God Realm experts didn't even have the qualification to intervene in this battlefield.

But one against eight was still one against eight.

Immortality and Indestructibility had lost its meaning.

Even if he died once more now, the opponents would not leave.

They would only tighten the circle further.

Waiting for him to be reborn.

Just as this true pressure of death weighed down to his very bones, deep within Qin Yun's body, a layer of Origin that had remained motionless finally had a reaction.

It was not Desolate Ancient.

It was not Grandmist.

It was not Supreme.

Nor was it the Overlord Body or Longevity.

It was one of the Innate Origins that had been slumbering.

In the next moment, on both sides of Qin Yun's body, a pair of wings slowly unfolded.

They were not wings of flesh and blood.

They were a pair of light-wings carrying an immortal Spiritual Qi.

The aura was ethereal.

The offensive of the eight Venerables skipped a beat in this instant.

The expression of the Venerable high in the sky changed instantly.

Further away, the old Saint watched the battle through the ancient artifact, the killing intent in his eyes suddenly climbing to its peak.

Qin Yun's potential was even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

At this very moment, a name surfaced in Qin Yun's Sea of Consciousness.

Innate Divine Ability.

Immortal Wander.

In the next instant, Qin Yun flapped his wings.

Immortal Spiritual Qi exploded.

The surrounding space was not shattered.

Instead, it was directly overridden.

A higher level of spatial power descended instantly.

The blockade set up by the eight Venerables was still there.

But it was now useless.

The Venerables' lethal moves all smashed into afterimages and displaced space.

They couldn't touch the person at all.

In front of Qin Yun, it was as if a path that did not belong to this place had opened directly.

He stepped inside.

At the final moment, the old Saint could no longer sit still.

Across a vast distance, he struck to sever the void.

But Immortal Wander did not use conventional void traversal methods.

His strike missed completely.

He could only watch helplessly as Qin Yun's figure vanished beyond the borders of the Tianlan Region.