Chapter 213: Dont Ascend to Immortality (1/2)

So this is what inexorable power feels like... It was heaven, it was earth, it was the supreme heavenly dao incarnate. Everything beneath the dao immortal realm was so insignificant it didn’t even register!

Lu Yun’s mental faculties were frozen like a fly trapped in amber, but the state lasted only an eyeblink.

Bam!

An explosion of great power scattered Donglin Zhi’s compulsion. A young man roughly twenty-four years of age emerged from the void with an emerald-color bamboo stick, expression weary and clothes worn, but clean. He walked on empty air, looking ahead with empty, unfocused eyes, like those of a blind man.

“Wayfarer?” Donglin Zhi paused. “After a millennia-long disappearance, Art Saint Wayfarer, communer of colors, reappears as a dao immortal and… blind?”

A thousand years were to a dao immortal as a snap of the fingers were to an ordinary person.

“Communer of colors? Art Saint?” Wayfarer’s face remained impassive. “Stay your hand, I do this to save you.”

“Save me?” Donglin Zhi chortled. “Who are you to save me? Why do I need saving? This seat has eighteen thousand years of cultivation and plucked nine dao fruit. I am at peak aether dao realm. Who do you think you are to save me?” he sneered. “Do you think that old man from the Lu Clan would dare make a move against me?”

“This isn’t Mauve Peace Paradise, so of course Lu Daoling won’t intervene.” Wayfarer nodded slightly and turned to face Lu Yun with an empty gaze. “It’s best not to use that thing without good reason.”

Lu Yun paused, knowing that Wayfarer was talking about the dread zombie. Even though Donglin Zhi had trapped the young governor’s consciousness, the dao immortal hadn’t been able to sever his connection with the puppet. In fact, its power would’ve automatically descended upon Lu Yun after another eyeblink.

This was his contingency plan.

“There are many things I don’t remember,” Wayfarer said quietly. “But I remember the sword and the woman who walks out of the sword. What she offers should be treated with caution.”

Lu Yun nodded without a word.

“Die!” Donglin Zhi had had enough of their blathering. He unleashed his power with bellicose fury and snarled with death-dealing intent. The portentous Word he voiced seemed able to wilt all life and destroy everything in the world.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Wayfarer tapped the air thrice with his bamboo stick, scattering the Word. Donglin Zhi blanched and stumbled back.

“Impossible!” Wide-eyed with disbelief, he couldn’t comprehend what he’d just seen. The Art of Words was a grand combat art infinitely close to the heavenly dao! Anyone with a cultivation inferior to his would be compelled to do as he spoke.

Yet Wayfarer, seemingly a mere initial aether dao immortal, had countered his Word without any difficulty.

“Run along now,” Wayfarer brushed off faintly.

The air stretched taut with tension, then... the Donglin dao immortal did as he was told, not simply retreating, but running and skipping away from the scene!

The Art of Words!

Wayfarer knew this supreme technique as well! Seeing the downfall of his companion, Feng Wuming meekly took his leave. Donglin Zhi hadn’t taken Wayfarer seriously, but the Feng patriarch knew very well that the man had induced even the Qing ancestor to retreat with a few words just days ago.

“Thank you again, senior.” Lu Yun cupped his hands at Wayfarer.

Wayfarer shook his head. “I’m not helping you, but Donglin Zhi.”

He turned to leave, but Lu Yun hurriedly stopped him. “Wait, senior!”

Sensing Lu Yun’s question, Wayfarer responded, “Wanfeng has reached a critical juncture in her cultivation. She will ascend to immortality soon.”