304: Void Teleportation

The bronze lamp in the Hanyue Valley Underground Palace flickered, illuminating the void stone spinning between Jun Xiaoyao's fingers.

The dark purple stone rippled under the activation of spiritual power, making the residual map of the Grand Void Teleportation Array on the light screen even clearer.

Yellow Pharmacist was crouching beside the Formation map, his jade flute stained with cinnabar, sketching lines over the missing Formation eyes. As the tip scraped the ground, it sparked fine fragments of spiritual energy.

"The 'Eight Gates Golden Lock' Formation runes here must be reversed," Yellow Pharmacist said without looking up, pointing his jade flute toward the northwest corner of the map. "Look at these spiral runes; they are clearly flowing in reverse. Conventional Formation thinking won't solve this."

Jun Xiaoyao leaned down to observe closely. The moment the void stone neared the Formation map, the spiral runes seemed to come alive, wrapping around the stone and emitting a faint hum. He lightly tapped the stone surface with his finger: "Can the void stone, purified using Li Fire, withstand three teleports?"

"Three times?" Yellow Pharmacist stood up, raising an eyebrow with a smile. "If we use your summoning array's spiritual power as a base, ten times wouldn't be a problem. However, we need a master of fire control for the Li Fire—my foolish disciple Yang Guo's Aran Xiao Hun Palm does contain some fire intent, but unfortunately, he isn't here right now."

Just as he finished speaking, a prompt suddenly popped up on the light screen: [Detecting summonable character: West Gate Blows Snow] [Source: legend of lu xiaofeng World] [Realm: Peak Heaven-Human Realm] [Martial Skill: Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens (Perfection), Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve (Major Achievement)] [Specialty: Divine Sword Mastery, Fire Control Technique (Hidden)] [Summoning Cost: Spiritual Power 40%]

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the panel, his finger pausing momentarily on the 'Summon' button. The Net's stronghold in Qingzhou had just endured a surprise attack from the Wanfa Holy Land. Although Star Plucker provided support, the Shadow Group suffered two casualties and urgently needed powerful combat strength replenishment. He looked up at Yellow Pharmacist and said, "Perhaps we don't need to look for Yang Guo."

Yellow Pharmacist followed his gaze to the light screen, stroking his beard and chuckling: "West Gate Blows Snow? His Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens contains extremely pure True Yang Fire, which would be perfect for purifying the void stone. However, this man has an eccentric temperament and might not be easy to command."

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing and directly clicked 'Summon.' Silver-white flames suddenly erupted from the summoning array in the center of the Underground Palace. Within the flames, a white-robed figure gradually condensed, his hair high in a crown, his face stern, and the sword at his waist radiating a cold, icy glow—it was West Gate Blows Snow.

[Character Panel: West Gate Blows Snow]

[Status: Standby]

[Loyalty: 70%]

[Current Thought: The spiritual power here is chaotic; it is not as tranquil as Ten Thousand Plum Manor]

"Young Lord." West Gate Blows Snow spoke, his voice colder than the wind and snow of Hanyue Valley, yet carrying unquestionable obedience. Although his nature was aloof, the constraint of the summoning contract prevented him from defying core instructions.

Jun Xiaoyao pointed to the void stone: "Can you use your True Yang Fire to purify this stone?"

West Gate Blows Snow glanced at the stone, and his long sword suddenly slid out half an inch. A silver-white flame climbed the blade and onto the stone. The moment the void stone touched the flame, its surface turned black and grey, revealing the inner texture, which was translucent like amethyst. "A quarter hour." He was concise. The blade remained half-drawn, yet the temperature of the flame grew steadily higher.

Yellow Pharmacist leaned in to observe, clicking his tongue in wonder: "This fire looks cold, but it is fiercer than geocentric fire. Indeed, fire hidden in the sword, marvelous."

At this moment, Zhao Gao rushed into the Underground Palace, holding a blood-stained secret letter: "Young Lord, the Shadow Group was ambushed at Soul Severing Cliff. The Blood Crow Guards of the Blood Shadow Cult made a move, led by Xuesha, one of the three Elders."

[Xuesha: Blood Shadow Cult Elder] [Realm: Middle Celestial Realm] [Martial Skill: Blood Shadow Great Technique (Major Achievement), Bone-Corroding Claw (Perfection)] [Characteristics: Skilled in using poison, eerie movement technique]

Jun Xiaoyao took the secret letter, which still bore the bloodstains of a Luowang Assassins. The handwriting was messy but conveyed despair: "The Blood Crow Guards used 'Rotting Bone Poison,' the brothers can't hold on..."

He clenched the secret letter in his fingers and looked at the support list on the light screen. Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion on Zhongnan Mountain, and Star Plucker had just returned from Qingzhou, his spiritual power not yet recovered. His gaze settled on West Gate Blows Snow—Peak Heaven-Human Realm combat power, perfect for suppressing the Blood Shadow Cult Elder.

"West Gate Blows Snow," Jun Xiaoyao commanded, "Soul Severing Cliff. Deal with Xuesha."

West Gate Blows Snow sheathed his sword, the flame extinguished, and the purified void stone had taken on the appearance of purple crystal. "Understood." Before his voice faded, his figure had already left an afterimage in place.

Yellow Pharmacist raised an eyebrow at the afterimage: "That speed is much faster than my disciple's." He turned to Jun Xiaoyao, "Give me the purified void stone. I'll complete the remaining Formation eyes—I guarantee the Grand Void Teleportation Array will be able to initiate one short-distance teleportation before sunset."

Jun Xiaoyao handed him the void stone and looked at Zhao Gao: "Send the Killing Group to meet West Gate Blows Snow. Remember, just observe the battle, do not interfere." He wanted to gauge exactly how deep the Blood Shadow Cult's strength ran.

After Zhao Gao left, Yellow Pharmacist suddenly pointed at the Formation map and burst out laughing: "Young Lord, look, after completing these Formation runes, it can directly link up with Ten Thousand Plum Manor. West Gate Blows Snow is probably going to be happy—he can go home after the fight."

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the newly added coordinate point on the Formation map, a slight smile playing on his lips. The icy spiritual power of Ten Thousand Plum Manor might neutralize the cold yin energy of Hanyue Valley; it was a pleasant unexpected gain.

Meanwhile, at Soul Severing Cliff.

Five assassins from the Shadow Group were surrounded by the Blood Crow Guards in a cave, the entrance shrouded in poisonous mist. Xuesha stood outside the mist, his fingernails tinged black and green, laughing maniacally: "You little brats of The Net, hand over the void stone ore vein map, and I'll give you a quick death!"

Inside the cave, a young assassin clutched his festering arm, the poison having spread to his shoulder: "Leader, why hasn't Lord Si Kong arrived yet..."

The leader coughed up a mouthful of black blood and smiled miserably: "Don't wait. We..."

Before he could finish, a white light suddenly tore through the poisonous mist, accompanied by a sword cry like a Dragon's roar. Xuesha's pupils contracted. He saw a white-robed swordsman stepping through the mist. His long sword was still sheathed, yet he used the scabbard alone to send two Blood Crow Guards flying.

"West Gate Blows Snow?!" The maniacal laughter froze on Xuesha's face. "Why are you helping The Net?"

West Gate Blows Snow ignored him, sweeping the scabbard across, the resulting gust of wind dispersing the poisonous mist. He looked at the assassins in the cave: "Come out."

The assassins were stunned for a moment, then quickly helped each other stagger out. Seeing this, Xuesha roared in fury: "Stop them!" The remaining Blood Crow Guards were about to rush forward but had their wrists snapped one by one by West Gate Blows Snow's sword scabbard.

"I am your opponent." West Gate Blows Snow finally looked at Xuesha, slowly drawing his long sword. Silver-white flames circulated on the blade. "Draw your sword."

Xuesha swallowed hard and bravely unleashed his bone claws: "Who's afraid of whom!" The Bone-Corroding Claw, carrying black poison, struck toward West Gate Blows Snow, only to be lightly parried by the opponent's scabbard.

"Too slow." West Gate Blows Snow commented faintly. Immediately, his figure flickered, and the blade sliced through the sky like a streak of flowing light—it was the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens! Silver-white flames enveloped the blade, burning Xuesha's bone claws to ash.

Xuesha screamed and retreated, his shoulder scorched by the flames, revealing burnt, black skin. He looked at West Gate Blows Snow's icy gaze and suddenly turned to run.

"Can you escape?" West Gate Blows Snow's figure was like a ghost. He caught up in the blink of an eye, striking Xuesha's back with the flat of his sword. Xuesha flew out like a broken kite, crashing against the cliff wall and passing out.

The assassins in the cave watched dumbfounded until West Gate Blows Snow retracted his sword. They immediately knelt and saluted: "Thank you, Sir!"

West Gate Blows Snow did not reply, merely pointing his scabbard toward the depths of the mine: "Where is the void stone ore vein?" He remembered the Young Lord's instruction to not only deal with Xuesha but also ascertain the location of the ore vein.

The assassin leader quickly pointed the way: "It's... turn left at the third fork inside."

West Gate Blows Snow nodded and walked into the mine alone. The silver-white sword light flickered like a star in the darkness, and any poisonous insects or fierce beasts that approached were repelled by the sword wind. He reached the core of the ore vein, looking at the dark purple stones embedded in the rock wall. He lightly touched them with his finger, confirmed their quality, and took out a message talisman: "Ore vein found, purity 80%."

In the Hanyue Valley Underground Palace, Jun Xiaoyao received the message and said to Yellow Pharmacist: "It seems it won't be long before we gather enough energy for the Formation."

Yellow Pharmacist was applying the final stroke of cinnabar to the Formation runes. Hearing this, he looked up and laughed: "More than that! Look at this Formation map—" He pointed to the fully lit map on the light screen. "It can even connect to the Wanfa Holy Land's back mountain secret path. Next time that old thing Xuan Chen dares to come, we'll just teleport right to his main altar entrance and block him!"

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the fully lit Formation map, his finger tracing the Wanfa Holy Land coordinate. The Wanfa Holy Land teaming up with the Blood Shadow Cult to besiege Hanyue Valley? He wanted to see whether their Alliance was strong, or his The Net was dense.

At this time, West Gate Blows Snow returned to the Soul Severing Cliff entrance, carrying the unconscious Xuesha. The Killing Group immediately stepped forward to take custody. He glanced at the sky, his snow-white robe slightly fluttering in the wind. His message talisman lit up: "Resolved."

Jun Xiaoyao replied: "Return to Ten Thousand Plum Manor to rest and await orders."

West Gate Blows Snow received the instruction, his figure transforming into a white light and speeding toward Ten Thousand Plum Manor. For him, being able to return to the Manor after completing a mission was a good thing.

Yellow Pharmacist looked at the newly added 'Ten Thousand Plum Manor' coordinate on the teleportation array and said to Jun Xiaoyao: "Young Lord, if this Formation is fully activated, the entire continent's power map will be overturned."

Jun Xiaoyao tapped the stone table with his finger, his gaze fixed on the Blood Shadow Cult's data on the light screen. Overturned? A reshuffling of the world was exactly what he wanted—only when chaos reigned could Beyond Heaven seize the opportunity to establish roots, and The Net be woven tighter.

The wind and snow outside the Underground Palace had stopped at some point. A sliver of moonlight shone through a crack in the stone wall, landing on the Formation eye of the Grand Void Teleportation Array and intertwining with the purple light of the void stone to form a strange halo.

Jun Xiaoyao knew that the era belonging to Beyond Heaven was about to truly begin.

And those who stood in the way, whether the Wanfa Holy Land or the Blood Shadow Cult, would ultimately face peril with every step under the entanglement of The Net, until they submitted.