Chapter 189
Chapter 189
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Translator: Ace
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Chapter Title: The Falling Blood Demon Island
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Meanwhile, in the Constellation Sea.
On the Dao Court's Wave-Subduing Giant Ship, Ying Tongshou wiped away cold sweat while eyeing Ye Xingfeng, who stood at the bow staring fixedly at the celestial dome overhead.
Though he now held the rank of Fourth-Grade General—comparable to mid-Foundation Establishment and technically the same realm as Ye Xingfeng—he knew better than anyone the vast gulf between them. It was no mere chasm of heaven and earth.
Thus, his demeanor brimmed with utmost respect.
"Are you certain that person fled into a secret realm?"
At that moment, Ye Xingfeng turned, brows furrowed.
"I've swept the area once with my sword intent already. No sign of any secret realm."
"Reporting to True Person Ye Xing—it will take some time yet."
Ying Tongshou replied hastily.
"If that one truly is the Yuantu Demon Head of the Northern Jiang Demon Sect, I guarantee he hid inside Blood Demon Island."
"Our court's Celestial Watch Platform divined it long ago: that demon head shares deep karmic bonds with Blood Demon Island. Absent such ties, I wouldn't have heeded His Majesty's secret decree to rush here from Eastern Jiang. But rest easy, True Person—at latest, three days from now, that secret realm will drop into view."
"Lie to me, and off with your head."
Ye Xingfeng's voice cut like ice.
"True Person, have no fear!"
Ying Tongshou thumped his chest, then produced an eight-trigrams compass.
"This is the Star-Locking Disk, granted me by the Celestial Watch Platform before my departure."
"With it, we can pinpoint Blood Demon Island's landing spot."
"True Person knows quality when he sees it—you can tell I'm no liar. See here, the drop point lands squarely in the Constellation Sea... Sea..."
In the next instant, Ying Tongshou's eyes bulged wide.
"...The position—it's shifted?"
A surge of sword intent locked onto him in that heartbeat. Hairs standing on end, he pivoted swiftly.
"Just a minor technical tweak!"
"A slight offset—no cause for alarm."
"True Person, behold: still quite near the Constellation Sea. Divination arts aren't infallible; a tiny margin of error is par for the course."
Here, Ying Tongshou invoked his hard-won Dao Court savvy—the art of defusing crises, turning mountains into molehills.
"If my hunch serves, that Lu Yang must've schemed to alter the secret realm's landing, hoping for a clean getaway!"
"Little did he know of treasures like my Star-Locking Disk."
"So now, he's burned mana for naught. We need only track the disk's lead to nab him clean!"
By tale's end, even Ying Tongshou believed his own pitch.
Ye Xingfeng nodded across the way, deeming the logic sound—not mere conjecture.
"Then we pursue."
The words hung; the pinning sword intent faded soundlessly. Ying Tongshou exhaled in secret relief, then bellowed down to the Dao Court troops below. The Wave-Subduing Giant Ship lurched to life, trailing the Star-Locking Disk's bearing toward the Turbulent Flow Sea—and Biyang Cultivation World beyond.
Turbulent Flow Sea, Biyang Cultivation World.
Within the Immortal Alliance headquarters' grand hall, twelve Dao-Harmonized Great Cultivators encircled the Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict, silently offering their vital forces to refine the true treasure.
Cultivation true to its name: such was the fated end for every Dao-Harmonized Great Cultivator in Biyang Cultivation World.
Yet then, the eldest—white-haired Elder Lin—snapped open his eyes upon a missive from beyond.
"An anomaly at the sea's edge?"
"Ghost clouds roil, spirit light blazes forth, rousing tides from every quarter. Suspected secret realm emergence—of supreme grade, likely Foundation Establishment tier."
Elder Lin's face hardened at the close.
Biyang Cultivation World lay sealed, yet not blind to the world without—least of all the dread phrase "Foundation Establishment True Person."
Word spread swiftly from Elder Lin.
The hall erupted at once; the twelve buzzed with avid curiosity over this vaunted Foundation Establishment secret realm.
"Elder Lin, might it hold the key to breaking our bonds?"
"Three millennia now—this Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict has claimed countless comrades. I shan't fall to it."
"Worth the attempt!"
Debate swirled; Elder Lin's sternness eased. But he tilted his head faintly, as if catching some spectral whisper.
"Everyone out—for now."
His expression shifted sharply next; he dismissed the Dao-Harmonized Great Cultivators outright. None blinked—such caprice was old hat with Elder Lin unexplained. Senility's toll, they figured: a moment's solitude to steady ancient thoughts.
But alone...
Elder Lin lifted gaze to the hall's heart: the Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict.
"Show yourself. Speak your piece."
"Heh..."
A chuckle drifted; the edict's scripts twisted, limning a pale golden visage slow.
"...All for your sakes."
The golden face's mouth worked. Elder Lin's own mimicked against his will—the fiend commandeering his form to voice:
"I've sensed vast karma plummeting into this Turbulent Flow Sea. One condemned by heaven and earth alike, karma thick as nightmare, mustering such uproar... Likely Primal Saint Sect elite. But his doom gifts me escape."
"Escape?"
Elder Lin paled. Sealed by an Innate True Person, the thing's breakout defied reason.
Even mighty Hongyun Daoist had failed!
"No cause for such fluster."
"My freedom aids you."
The golden face pressed on.
"Without me, minnows like you crumple under that karma—ugly ends."
"No rush on my part."
Poise unbroken, the face brimmed long-lost glee.
"Heaven and earth condemn... Current forces suffice, it seems?"
"No release yet of my own bindings."
"Pray that Primal Saint Sect True Person endures. Let heaven deem the rest insufficient—compel my unleashing to fell him."
Then, his breakout.
Elder Lin stirred.
"What do you seek, precisely?"
"Carry me to that secret realm."
The face urged.
"Bring the Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict. In straits dire, perchance I spare you."
"This..."
Elder Lin wavered. The edict anchored Immortal Alliance—cradle of their true souls. Sacrosanct, unmoving in theory.
Yet per this tale, the secret realm spelled peril. The edict's aegis promised slim safeguard. And should a Saint Sect True Person lurk within... perhaps liberation from the edict's yoke.
Resolve hardened after deliberation.
"Agreed. I'll bear you there."
He stowed the Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict close.
"Heed your vow."
"We crave only release—not souls devoured post-mortem, denied rebirth, fodder eternal for this curse."
"Release? Lavish fancy."
The hall echoed last with the golden face's fading timbre.
"Man acts; heaven beholds. We ants—which escapes the pyre?"