Scanning the surroundings of the deep valley, Yan Zhaoge saw that one of the entrances to the valley had completely collapsed.
There seemed to be traces of a mountain flood erupting there, sweeping through the bottom of the valley with a massive destructive force as it buried everyone there.
That was not a simple flood, instead resembling the spilling of a starlight spring. However, it was much fiercer than the spring's mouth as the starlight transformed into a flood, extinguishing all that existed before it.
Yan Zhaoge lowered his head to take a look. Currently, the corpses at the bottom of the valley had already been reduced to broken limbs under the bombardment of the starlight, their bodies riddled with wounds.
However, with Yan Zhaoge's vision, he was still able to tell that two of them had not died beneath the starlight. Instead, they had already been killed by others before they had been struck by the starlight.
One of them was this youth before him whose corpse had been preserved thanks to the protection of the spirit artifact.
At first glance, Yan Zhaoge had basically recognised those seven sword scars on his chest to be the handiwork of the Big Dipper Sword.
Cleansed by such a flood of starlight, there was basically no possibility of others faking these scars.
"Was it Shi Jun who did it?" Yan Zhaoge's spirits first rose. Shi Jun might have been here earlier, yet had been found by these Blood Dragon Sect martial practitioners.
A battle had erupted between the two sides. Shi Jun had killed two of them, but had been outnumbered.
Perhaps it was a mechanism that Shi Jun himself had set up beforehand, or perhaps the battle had inadvertently caused the great starlight tide.
Borrowing the cover of the great starlight tide, Shi Jun had successfully broken out of the encirclement, while the Blood Dragon Sect martial practitioners here had suffered as they had been devoured by the great tide.
After carefully inspecting the area once more and confirming that Shi Jun's corpse should not be here, Yan Zhaoge relaxed greatly.
The traces here showed that all this had happened not too long ago. Meanwhile, the jade sword in his hand also indicated that he was not far from Shi Jun. If he continued his pursuit, he believed that he would be able to find Shi Jun very soon.
However …
Yan Zhaoge's expression was rather strange as he looked at that youth whose chest had been left with seven sword scars.
Dying at Shi Jun's hands, he did not seem very old. He should only be a Martial Scholar, also not having reached the Xiantian stage yet.
Not having reached the Xiantian stage yet possessing a low-grade spirit artifact, this person's identity must be extraordinary.
Yan Zhaoge was already clear that the artifact forging level of the Vast Ocean World was roughly on par with that of the Eight Extremities World as a whole.
Even for a major sect like the Blood Dragon Sect, a martial practitioner who had yet to reach the Xiantian stage possessing a spirit artifact was a special exception.
Either he had great fortune and obtained it outside by chance, or his family background wasn't ordinary.
Yan Zhaoge glanced at this youth, thinking to himself, "… It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"
Lightly patting his head, the corners of Yan Zhaoge's mouth arched upwards, "If this is Nian Wei, given the current situation, he should not be allowed to run around as he pleases. Even if he wants to personally look for Jun 'er and Shen Ying, there should still be Blood Dragon Sect experts following him."
"Martial Grandmasters were still able to retreat from that place just now. This way, those of the Blood Dragon Sect outside may also know of the existence of this place."
As he pondered, the gaze of the Northern Ocean Clone beside Yan Zhaoge flickered slightly.
Yan Zhaoge's mind was connected, "Someone entered this foreign dimension from the entrance? Furthermore, his cultivation … is very high! "
The next moment, Yan Zhaoge himself could feel the entrance to the foreign dimension shaking intensely.
The other party's movements were extremely bold and unrestrained, with no intention of concealing himself. He forcefully tore apart the purple smoke blocking the entrance with his strength and charged in.
The newcomer's speed was as fast as the wind, and he soon arrived at the entrance of the Omphalos.
Curling his lips, Yan Zhaoge raised his head and saw a silver-haired old man currently gazing down menacingly.
Seeing the corpse of that youth on the ground, this silver-haired old man instantly let out an enraged howl of grief to the extreme, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from this silver-haired old man, Yan Zhaoge stroked his lower chin, "Nian Chen?"
The experts of the Blood Dragon Sect who wielded the Sacred Artifact, the Nine Dragon Fingers, would all break off the thumb of their left hand.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze fell on that old man's left hand, seeing that this palm shockingly only had four fingers, missing the thumb.
He smacked his lips, "It really is him."
Nian Chen glared at Yan Zhaoge, clearly enraged as he said word by word, "You are … Yan Zhaoge?"
This Grand Elder of the Blood Dragon Sect had just left seclusion not long ago. Before this, he had always been in secluded cultivation, not paying attention to the affairs of the outside world. It was only recently that he had emerged due to the matter of Shi Jun, Shen Ying and Nian Wei.
After leaving seclusion, he had placed all his attention on finding Shi Jun's whereabouts.
Yan Zhaoge's name was really too resounding now. People of the sect would naturally report Yan Zhaoge's deeds and experiences to Nian Chen.
However, Nian Chen had always been arrogant and domineering. At this moment, he was even more enraged by Nian Wei's death as he suddenly let out a dragon's roar, streams of bloodred light flying out from his body.
The more enraged he was, the more Nian Chen did not underestimate his enemy. Even when the Northern Ocean Clone stood silently by Yan Zhaoge's side like a statue, Nian Chen still noticed his existence.
The streams of bloodred light transformed into numerous blood dragons in mid-air before condensing to form a massive silhouette.
This silhouette had the head of a dragon and the body of a human. It had a single arm, one of its massive claws clearly having nine fingers.
Looking calmly at Nian Chen, Yan Zhaoge chortled, "If I were to make a move, would a Martial Scholar's corpse still be left behind? You wouldn't think that a low-grade spirit artifact would be able to protect him, right? "
Nian Chen extended his hands, light simultaneously lighting up on his nine fingers as nine sharp finger sheaths that were crimson as blood and flickered with golden light appeared.
Wearing the finger sheaths, Nian Chen's hands resembled the sharp claws of a dragon.
He retracted the furious look on his face at this moment, all his fury transforming into coldness, "Those seven sword scars were the handiwork of that little bastard surnamed Shi!"
"However, even if you were not the one who did it, it is definitely related to you!"
Other Blood Dragon Sect martial practitioners now appeared beside Nian Chen. One of them was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing, shockingly having reached the late Essence Talisman Martial Grandmaster realm.
Seeing the corpses of Nian Wei and the others at the bottom of the valley, pain as well as deep worry flashed through his eyes.
Glancing at him, Yan Zhaoge recognised this middle-aged man as the father of the missing Shen Ying, the current Chief of the Blood Dragon Sect, Shen Shicheng.
While feeling pained over the deaths of his disciples, Shen Shicheng was also worried about his daughter.
Looking at Yan Zhaoge, he said in a heavy tone, "Young Master Yan, Yan Zhaoge, your name has been like thunder in my ears recently. This Shen really did not wish to see you here."
"It would have been fine if you had stayed at Changli Mountain, but since you have come here, it means that you are definitely related to that Shi Jun!" Shen Shicheng shook his head slowly, "Shi Jun and his disciple have mysterious origins, and it is the same for you as well."
"You say that it is very normal for you to come to Changli Mountain. However, that Shi Jun and his disciple are merely guests at Changli Mountain, not being of Changli Mountain itself. It is understandable for Changli Mountain's people to stand up for them, but as a guest as well, why have you appeared here?"
Shen Shicheng asked in a heavy tone, "Young Master Yan has always been open and aboveboard. You wouldn't say that all this is a coincidence, right? Or perhaps you want to deny that the sword scars on my junior apprentice-nephew Nian Wei's body were not caused by that Shi Jun? "
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