Chapter 509: A Delicate Balance (1/2)
The old man in dark blue robes was stout and short. He had a kindly look and a humble smile, but Lu Yun’s Spectral Eye easily revealed a well-hidden glint of pride.
Evidently, the old divine was a very important man.
“Honored gentlemen, I have come at my master’s behest to request a brief meeting. We would be honored if you would accept.” The old man landed on the ship’s bow as he spoke and made an inviting gesture.
Despite the courtesy and modesty his words extended, they carried a weight of obligation. The old man was a peak arcane dao immortal. If the two youths refused, he would kidnap them forcibly.
“Ai…” Qing Han sighed suddenly. “We thought the North Sea monsters or House Donglin would be the first to act. I didn’t expect it to be you.”
“Oh?” The old divine blinked, somewhat taken aback. “Perhaps you recognize me, Sir Qing Han?”
“You’re just an ordinary divine who’s disguised the source of your power… but I can still see it quite clearly. You’re of the azure dragon tribe,” Qing Han replied.
The old man’s face colored. He’d done all he could to feign normality, going so far as to fake an aura similar to Sword Divine’s, but Qing Han had identified him instantly anyway.
“Sir Qing Han, Sir Lu Yun. As expected of the ancestor’s heirs. I see that I can hide nothing from you.” The divine nodded. “Indeed, I am a retainer of the tribe’s current patriarch. Though I am not of the tribe’s bloodline myself, I owe much and more to the imperial line. The Yi Wood Cleansing Thunder is vital to our race’s continued survival… Please, hand over the heritage.”
Nine arcane dao fruits manifested outside his body, enveloping the youths’ skiff within their aura. It was as if they were in a microcosm separate from the East Sea.
“You decided to come on your own, didn’t you?” Lu Yun remained entirely composed and flashed a smile. “The Azure Dragon King definitely wouldn’t send anyone for me at this moment. Even if he did, they wouldn’t dare meet me alone.”
His words drained the blood from the old man’s face and cold beads of sweat dripped down his brow.
Boom, boom, boom!
A storm of potent attacks smashed against the barrier the divine servant erected. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and his body cracked like a porcelain vessel.
“I declared a quota of a thousand formations of heaven and earth to ensure that all powers in the world would be held in check by each other. No one faction would dare attack me alone right now… and you come running up to me? Pretty much suicide.” Lu Yun shook his head slightly.
The availability of a thousand formations of heaven and earth was a matter of paramount importance for the world of immortals. Even some experts who’d gone into the depths of the East Sea to search for the Path of Ingress were heading back.
Numerous imperfect dao immortals had even set up a personal detail for Lu Yun and Qing Han, following them to the East Sea in order to prevent him from being kidnapped.
Aside from his truly intractable enemies, no one wanted anything to happen to him right now. It was because of this that no one dared confront him in person. Doing so would only cause every other faction to lash out at them.
A delicate system of checks and balances was thus being maintained.
As for whether his formations of heaven and earth were real and effective, the Panorama Pavilion had vouched for the veracity of the announcement.
The formation was indeed too complex, and living creatures too unique and disparate, for one singular diagram to be applicable for everyone. Right now, the only path forward was to have a formation tailor-made for each person.