208: Chapter 208 is gone, gone, gone.

At the foot of the mountain, the Merfolk Race.

Mo Yun and her clansmen gathered at the foot of the mountain, anxious and uneasy. The violent energy fluctuations that had come from the direction of the mountain peak had long since subsided, but the lingering aura of the fallen Void Tempering expert still left them terrified.

"Clan Chief, up there…" a young Merfolk girl's voice trembled.

Mo Yun's brows were tightly locked, filled with worry: "That aura… has a powerful expert descended? I know not what the outcome is… Miss Chi and the others…"

The mountain peak was shrouded in clouds and mist. Mo Yun and the others were far away and dared not approach. They had only heard those few sentences and felt that deep chill, but they did not know if the newcomer was friend or foe.

She dared not imagine what would happen if the two Soul Transformation Cultivators, Chi and Xia, were drawn into a battle of that level.

Just as they were hesitating, unsure whether to go up the mountain to check or continue waiting, several figures appeared before them.

"Look! Clan Chief."

Mo Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw, ahead, a man dressed in dark robes walking slowly towards them, followed by Chi Wanhe, whom they had met before, and Xia Yingying, who was holding an ancient wooden zither.

Mo Yun and the others hurriedly went up to meet them, feeling apprehensive. Ling Hao's gaze swept over this group of Merfolk, and upon feeling the aura on them that was of the same source as Mo Li's, a trace of realization flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "The world is truly small. Do you know Mo Li?"

"Mo Li?!" Mo Yun's whole body shook violently, and the other Merfolk also revealed looks of uncertainty and suspicion. Mo Yun's voice trembled, her face filled with pleasant surprise: "You… you know Mo Li? Where is she now? Is she doing well?"

Before Mo Yun could finish asking, the entire Small World suddenly shook violently! Several hideous spatial rifts tore open near the crowd, and the pitch-black void turbulence was faintly visible.

"Not good! The space is collapsing rapidly!" Qing Shang's voice came directly from the ancient zither in Xia Yingying's arms, carrying a sense of urgency, "The Small World cannot hold on! We must leave immediately! We just need to pass through the spatial node you came through!"

Ling Hao's expression tightened, and his powerful Divine Sense instantly enveloped everyone, including the group of Merfolk. He looked at Di Fuling: "You, leave from the place where Di Hongshen entered."

Raising his hand and flicking his finger, a Jade Slip taken from Di Hongshen's Storage Pouch flew towards Di Fuling; this token recorded the information for the entrance node.

Di Fuling had already accepted this reality and quickly fell into her role, bowing: "As you command, Revered Master."

After saying this, her figure turned into a stream of light, fleeing in the direction guided by the Jade Slip.

"Revered Master, how do we get back?" Chi Wanhe looked at the increasingly dense spatial rifts around them, somewhat anxious, "We were too rushed when we came, and we didn't leave any specific markers for the node…"

Ling Hao looked at his two disciples and the group of terrified Merfolk, his tone calm, "It is no matter."

Calmly taking out a jade Talisman shimmering with flowing light, Ling Hao pointed his fingertip, glowing with spiritual light, at the center of the Talisman, and a profound and mysterious spatial fluctuation instantly spread out, enveloping everyone.

"Where you are, is the coordinate for your Revered Master's return journey."

As the words fell, golden light surged, and the power of space fluctuated violently. The cocoon of light, along with everyone inside, instantly vanished from this Small World that was on the verge of destruction.

Almost at the same moment their figures disappeared, the spot where they had just been standing was completely swallowed by a massive spatial rift.

At the top of the nameless mountain, the air was filled with suffocating pressure, and space itself seemed to have solidified. Zhu Wutong and Gongsun Gai were ashen-faced, staring fixedly at the seemingly ordinary old man opposite them as if facing a formidable enemy.

Gongsun Gai's expression was one of horror, fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his voice dry: "How is this possible?! Di Futian… your strength… was clearly at the eighth level of Void Tempering, how could it now be… the seventh level of Undergoing Tribulation?!"

This massive disparity in Realms completely exceeded their intelligence estimates. Zhu Wutong's expression was even gloomier, dark enough to drip water, his eyes sharp as knives. He instantly realized that their side's intelligence had a fatal flaw.

They had originally thought that the two from Wan Shou Mountain and the Wutong Divine Dynasty had not come, and that relying solely on their two Undergoing Tribulation stage experts would be enough to crush the Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect and seize the shuofang tripod. Who would have thought that the Wanxian Dynasty actually hid such a terrifying old monster!

The seventh level of Undergoing Tribulation… this Realm had already surpassed the Revered Master of Wan Shou Mountain and the Empress of the Wutong Divine Dynasty!

"A fine Wanxian Dynasty… hiding so deeply!" Zhu Wutong's voice was icy and bone-chilling, filled with the anger of being fooled.

The old man opposite had an indifferent expression. He wore purple robes, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was withered; only his eyes were as deep as a ten-thousand-year-old cold pool, with not the slightest emotional fluctuation. He spoke slowly: "Since I know the information was 'provided' by you, how could my Di Family not guard against this?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "provided," full of sarcasm.

Following his words, that terrifying pressure originating from the seventh level of Undergoing Tribulation crashed down like a tangible tsunami! Zhu Wutong and Gongsun Gai only felt their Divine Souls tremble and their blood and Qi churn, almost unable to stand steady!

Zhu Wutong and Gongsun Gai's eyes met rapidly, both seeing the trepidation and desire to retreat in the other's eyes. This time, the Niding Alliance had completely miscalculated! This place was not suitable for staying long!

The two did not hesitate in the slightest, their magic power surging instantly, and they were about to use their trump card escape techniques to flee this death trap.

However, Di Futian was faster! His withered palm pressed forward casually! A force burst forth suddenly! The target was aimed directly at the slightly weaker Gongsun Gai.

"Pfft—!" Gongsun Gai was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his protective spiritual light instantly shattered, his chest caved in violently, and a large mouthful of golden-tinged blood sprayed out wildly, his aura instantly withering by more than half!

But borrowing this impact force, along with the black light shield that Zhu Wutong had hastily waved, their figures turned into two streams of light that tore through space, narrowly escaping into the void rift and disappearing.

A flush of red flashed across Di Futian's face, but he did not pursue. He slowly withdrew his palm and stood quietly on the spot. His withered, lonely gaze looked towards the direction where the two had disappeared, and in his deep-pool-like eyes, neither joy nor anger could be discerned.

Time flowed in silence. Suddenly, Di Futian's heart stirred, and his withered, lonely gaze turned towards a patch of ordinary void.

The space there rippled like water, and a graceful figure stumbled out from it; it was Di Fuling. She had just escaped from the Small World, her aura slightly chaotic, and her eyes still carried a trace of the trepidation of surviving a disaster.

As soon as she appeared, she keenly sensed a powerful and unfamiliar aura locking onto her. She looked up vigilantly, only to see a withered-faced old man looking at her indifferently.

Di Fuling's delicate brows furrowed slightly; this old man's face was unfamiliar, and his aura powerful, but she also sensed that the other party's Bloodline aura was of the same source as her own, and she guessed something…

"Bloodline resonance… which descendant of the Di Family are you?" Di Fuling asked.

The old man's face showed vicissitudes of life, "Fuling, do you… no longer recognize me?"

This familiar tone, this pressure unique to the Di Family's ancestral Bloodline, and the certain majesty inadvertently revealed when speaking…

Di Fuling's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpricks. She stared fixedly at the old man's bottomless eyes, her voice trembling: "You… you are… Big Brother?! You… you practiced the 'Source Blood Tribulation-Bearing Undying Method'?!"

Di Fuling's face was filled with shock and disbelief. This forbidden secret technique required the Possession of a close blood relative's body in order to deceive the heavens, avoid the tribulation, and extend one's life! This physical shell before her…

"Di Futian" nodded slightly, which counted as an admission, seemingly feeling that there was nothing wrong with this: "Where is Hongshen?"

Di Fuling forcibly suppressed her churning emotions, as well as the cold light that flashed in the depths of her eyes, and her face returned to its usual indifference: "He is dead."

"Dead?" Di Futian's brows instantly knit together, and a clear fluctuation appeared on his withered face, "What happened?"

"Killed by the Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect."

"What?!" Di Futian's aura suddenly became dangerous, "How could he have appeared there?!"

"How would I know." Di Fuling's tone carried a hint of just the right amount of exhaustion and helplessness.

"Then what about the shuofang tripod?!" Di Futian asked urgently; this was the item he cared about most!

Di Fuling lowered her eyelids, avoiding Di Futian's gaze that could almost pierce through the Soul: "Naturally… it was snatched away by the Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect."

"Pfft—!" Even an old monster like Di Futian, who had lived for who knows how many years, felt a surge of blood rush straight to his head at this moment! His vision suddenly went black, his body swayed uncontrollably, and all color instantly drained from his withered face!

The shuofang tripod… it's gone! Gone! Gone!