Chapter 357: Resurrection (1/2)

Oppressive killing intent weighed heavily on everyone’s chest. Eighty percent of all immortals in the tomb lost their mobility and many more were crawling on the ground, shaking in fear.

“What… what’s going on here?!” Beigong Xuan blanched hard. A natural helplessness rose from his heart; this was a power he couldn’t resist!

He’d once met a celestial emperor in person, but even their presence didn’t compare. This power exceeded the celestial emperors’! Were there such beings in the world of immortals?

……

A storm brewed on the surface of the North Sea as an arcane dao immortal from the Zhu Clan roared with rage. His body crashed onto the water’s surface and stilled after a few twitches.

“Granduncle!” Zhu Yan threw herself to his side and bawled.

“If you’d just come with me, none of this would’ve happened.” A young man in his twenties dressed in black and gold robes stood over the ocean, holding the head of another Zhu aether dao immortal.

Hatred flooded Zhu Yan’s big black eyes, glaring deadly at the young man who dared reach out with his left hand and grab at her.

Hum.

Suddenly, seven blinding stars exploded out of the air, circling the young girl.

Bam!

The young man staggered back, rebuffed by the ring of cosmic brilliance.

“Who is it?!” The young man looked up with a glower, seeing a woman dressed in men’s clothes approaching Zhu Yan with graceful steps. “...Mo Yi!”

The youth, also an arcane dao immortal, recognized the newcomer immediately. The day she’d ascended to the void realm, the Dao Flower had shown her image to everyone in the world.

“Aether, aether dao immortal?! How are you improving so quickly?!” Momentarily dumbfounded by her cultivation level, the youth quickly recovered. “So what if you’ve ascended to the aether dao immortal realm in an unusually short time? You’re just an ant when facing the arcane dao realm!”

Greed flashed through his face; Mo Yi was an unrivalled genius who’d invented the void method! Her reputation exceeded those of Qing Han, Wu Tulong, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian. After all, Qing Han and the sovereign youths had only shown the way to the void realm, but Mo Yi had singlehandedly forged a path to the new realm, benefiting all cultivators in the world.

Capturing her would place her void realm method in his hands, enabling the cultivators of an entire sect or faction to ascend to the void realm.

“You aren’t from Truespirit Major, and you’re not a disciple of the Corpse Refiners,” Mo Yi looked lazily at the youth. “Who are you?”

The other stilled.

“That’s not important, though.” Mo Yi extended a hand. “Brightstar... Snowrend.”

Wham!

The silver starlight drifting around them shattered into sharp, sword-like snowflakes. Color rapidly drained from the youth’s face.

Thud!

His body fell bonelessly into the ocean and slowly sank underwater.

“With your natural-born immortal constitution, you’re more of a target than even void realm cultivators,” Mo Yi calmly turned to Zhu Yan. “You shouldn’t be running around like this.”

“I....” Zhu Yan lowered her head and clung tightly onto the body of her dead granduncle, her expression lost and forlorn.