Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

However, the reality was that following the deaths of Yulingzi and Master Zixu, the area remained peaceful, showing no signs of any disturbance.

This outcome made Tan Jingyu a little suspicious.

’Could the Profound Mirror Celestial Master have already perished with the passage of time?’

It wasn’t entirely impossible.

Ye Chen watched Tan Jingyu with a calm expression, his aura steadily rising.

In fact, he didn’t mind chatting a while longer with Tan Jingyu and his men. He wasn’t concerned even if they were trying to stall for time.

After all, he could feel his strength was still continuously increasing.

Just a moment ago, he had broken through to the Eighth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm in one fell swoop.

It was a shame he hadn’t been able to stop Master Zixu from taking his own life.

Ye Chen had originally wanted to ask more about the Profound Mirror Celestial Master.

’If a vile fiend like that was truly hiding somewhere in the Black Triangle, he would undoubtedly be a terrifying, hidden threat.’

But now, it seemed there was no need to go to the trouble.

Master Zixu’s suicide didn’t seem to have caused any changes to the seal.

Perhaps the Profound Mirror Celestial Master had indeed perished long ago.

Just as Ye Chen was pondering this, the void before him suddenly cracked like glass. Countless fissures spiderwebbed across it, and terrifying spatial power erupted from within, like a volcano on the verge of an uncontrollable eruption, releasing a heart-stopping aura.

”Hm?”

”What’s going on?”

Ye Chen’s expression tightened as he looked ahead.

Tan Jingyu also looked up, his face a mask of bewilderment.

Countless cracks spread densely across the void. After reaching a critical point, the void suddenly shattered. Shards of space, like the sharpest of hidden weapons and imbued with spatial power, shot out in all directions.

”WHOOSH!”

Still lost in his shock, Tan Jingyu failed to dodge in time, and a shard of space pierced through his shoulder.

”Ugh...”

He let out a muffled groan. The power contained within the space shard was incredibly strange. After entering his flesh, it instantly dissolved, transforming into a ball of destructive energy that began to corrode his body.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Jingyu discovered in horror that a huge cavity had appeared where his shoulder used to be.

Everything inside it—flesh, meridians, and bone—had vanished without a trace!

”No!!!”

”How can this be?!”

From start to finish, Tan Jingyu had only felt a slight numbness in his shoulder, with very little pain.

But it was this lack of any warning that made it all the more terrifying—he hadn’t even realized when his own flesh and blood had vanished!

Ye Chen’s expression also turned incredibly grave.

Seeing Tan Jingyu’s ghastly state, he focused his concentration to its absolute peak, narrowly dodging the shards of space that flew toward him.

Some of the shards were even more terrifying, piercing directly through the void to attack the Cultivators inside Xuanwu City.

They were like starving predators that, upon spotting delectable prey, could no longer restrain themselves and pounced viciously.

In the blink of an eye, the targeted Cultivators were completely drained of their flesh and blood by the space shards, unable to even let out a scream.

Not even their Divine Souls were left behind!

This utterly horrifying scene instantly sent the entire area into a panic!

Countless Cultivators scattered in terror, desperately trying to put distance between themselves and the danger.

Who could have expected such a disaster to suddenly strike the Xuanwu Tribe?

At least dozens of Cultivators perished in the shocking turn of events.

Given their strength, once targeted, they were killed on the spot before they could even react.

Above the Xuanwu Tribe, Ye Chen stared ahead with a grave expression.

As the void continued to shatter like glass, a massive spatial rift appeared before his eyes.

Within the rift, vast currents of spatial turbulence surged past. Faintly, a figure could be seen standing firm amidst it all.

This sight made Ye Chen’s brows furrow.

From within the spatial rift, he sensed an unsettling aura that made his heart pound.

Even someone as powerful as Ye Chen felt a premonition of danger!

...

As for Tan Jingyu...

He had lost every last shred of the composure and calm befitting the number one expert of the Black Triangle.

He was trembling all over, his handsome, jade-like face drained of all color. His eyes were wide with terror, as if he had just witnessed the unbelievable.

This uncharacteristic behavior naturally caught Ye Chen’s attention.

’Could it be...’ Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, a thought stirring in his mind.

Just then, inside the pitch-black spatial rift, the figure moved!

The boundless spatial turbulence churned through the void, yet whenever it neared the figure, it grew calm.

It was like a restless child who had found a favorite toy, becoming docile and well-behaved.

The figure’s steps were unhurried as it walked, step by step, through the dense spatial turbulence.

Finally, with a single stride, he stepped out of the rift and into the sky, appearing before Ye Chen.

He was a young-looking Daoist. Long, jet-black hair cascaded down his back, and a simple, jade-colored robe swayed in the wind.

He appeared young, but his calm, serene eyes held a hint of ancient, decaying rot.

It was as if he were the corpse of someone who had died young, suddenly reanimated after being buried for countless years.

The profound Space Law rippled around the young Daoist. He stiffly pulled at the corner of his mouth, as if trying to smile.

But since it had been too long since he had last smiled, the expression looked sinister and terrifying, chilling one to the bone.

He slowly turned around and made a light wiping gesture with his hand.

Countless threads of Space Law filled the gap, and the spatial rift before him instantly healed shut.

After casually dealing with such a trivial matter, he turned his chilling smile toward the trembling, terrified figure in the distance.

Even now, his smile was just as terrifying.

”It’s been a long time, my dear disciple.”

The young Daoist spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and raspy, like a millstone grinding on the ground—incredibly grating to the ear.

”...M...Master...”

Tan Jingyu swallowed with great difficulty.

Despite his high rank and the power he had wielded for many years in the Black Triangle Cultivation Realm, the moment he saw his Master, it was as if he had been transported back in time. He was once again that timid little boy who followed his Master around, so nervous he barely dared to breathe.

”You must be quite surprised, yes?”

”Wondering how I’m able to walk the world again, even though there was no sign of the seal breaking?”

The young Daoist gave a slight smile.

”The truth is, I’ve been by your side this entire time. I never left.”