"Ling 'er."
Ye Futian looked up and saw the frail figure in the air. His face was pale. The girl, who was 18 or 19 years old, still looked frail, but she still stood there. The violent wind blew on her, making her clothes and hair flutter. Her youthful face was filled with tears.
It was obvious that she was afraid. She was not even 19 years old. How could she not be afraid of death? But even so, she still stood there, like duckweed in the wind.
That figure was imprinted in Ye Futian's mind. At that moment, Ye Futian seemed to recall the first time they met. Long Ling 'er was unruly and willful at that time, and he wanted to beat her up. But after getting to know her, he realized that she was just too lonely. Although she was the daughter of the West Mountain Dragon Clan, her young heart hid many things that no one could talk about. He remembered the scene of the girl sitting there under the moonlight, crying and thinking of his uncle.
Now, she had finally grown up. She was slender and elegant, and she had come to the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate.
But today, she had come to see him off, and she had met with this disaster.
The Light of Punishment fell, and time seemed to stop. Tears flowed from the corners of Ye Futian's eyes. He had once thought of never crying again, but in life, everything could not be predicted.
Seeing that the destructive light was about to drown Long Ling 'er, Ye Futian watched in pain as it happened, but there was nothing he could do.
It was not just Long Ling 'er. He, Yu Sheng, and Jieyu would not be able to escape.
However, at this moment, a mysterious power suddenly descended. It was as if time and space were really going to stand still. The Light of Punishment fell on the dragon-shaped jade pendant, and the jade pendant suddenly burst out with incomparably dazzling brilliance. It was as if a frightening array had appeared in the sky above Long Ling 'er's head. The array was formed by countless lines, and then there seemed to be a space in the array. In that space, a frightening aura spread out.
Then, beams of incomparably dazzling light shone. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, an incomparably sacred Purple Gold Divine Dragon emerged from the matrix of the jade pendant.
This Purple Gold Divine Dragon was extremely huge, and its eyes were filled with endless majesty as it stared at the Vermilion Bird in the air.
"Dragon Soul." The expression on the Sage Plane's face changed slightly.
This sudden scene stunned Ye Futian. The jade pendant that Ling 'er always wore actually contained the soul of a dragon.
The gigantic Purple-Gold Divine Dragon was filled with a tyrannical aura. At the head of the dragon, one could faintly see a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, giving off a strong visual impact.
Long Long'er was also stunned. He raised his head and looked at the dragon.
"Uncle Long." Long Ling 'er murmured. Her heart was pounding. This was her uncle's dragon. When she was young, she often rode on it to play.
Looking up the body of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, Long Ling 'er could no longer hold back her tears. She cried out softly, "Uncle, are you back?"
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Long Long'er. He was dressed in a green robe and his long hair was as black as ink. His deep eyes seemed to hide the vast starry sky. He looked at Long Long'er with a doting gaze and laughed softly. "Ling'er, you've grown so big."
"Uncle." Long Ling 'er cried bitterly. "I'm not dreaming, right?"
"I promised you that I would protect you," the middle-aged man said with a smile. He then turned around and stared at the three Sage Plane cultivators in the air. His expression suddenly turned extremely cold. His eyes were filled with boundless authority and murderous intent.
"Senior, this is a misunderstanding," the Sage Plane cultivator in the air said. He had already guessed who the person before him was. It was the peerless genius that streaked across the Barren State like a shooting star. He was an extremely powerful existence that was once at the top of the Barren Sky Ranking. He was the leader of the Dragon Clan in the West Mountain of the Barren State's Eastern Region, Long Yitian.
"How dare you touch the little princess of my Dragon Clan." Long Yitian stood with his hands behind his back. His voice was cold. The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon shot into the air towards the Vermillion Bird. It opened its terrifying mouth and swallowed the Vermillion Bird whole.
The expressions of the three Sage Plane cultivators changed drastically. The leader said, "Retreat."
Long Yitian's expression was cold. A guqin appeared and he reached out to pluck the strings. The heavens and earth resonated. The Divine Dragon that he sat on let out a roar that resonated with the heavens and earth. In an instant, three enormous true dragon shadows rushed out towards the three Sage Plane cultivators.
The expressions of the three Sage Plane cultivators changed drastically. They turned around and released their strongest defenses. However, the dragon shadows rushed into their minds and shattered their Spiritual Wills. Then, the three of them fell from the sky powerlessly.
One of the three Sage Plane cultivators, a Magi, had been killed in a single blow.
Although it was unknown how much of his peak combat ability Long Yitian could bring out now, if it was in the past, he would definitely be a top-notch Sage Plane cultivator. The difference between him and the three Sage Plane cultivators was probably the same as comparing Ye Futian to someone who had just entered the Noble Plane.
The guqin disappeared and Long Yitian turned around to look at Long Ling 'er. Long Ling' er's body descended onto the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon and walked towards Long Yitian.
"Uncle, I missed you so much." Long Ling 'er jumped into Long Yitian's arms. Long Yitian rubbed her head and revealed a look of endless love.
"Silly girl, you've already grown up. Why are you still crying?" Long Yitian said gently. The imposing aura that he had when he killed the three Sage Plane cultivators had completely disappeared at this moment. He was like a kind elder.
"Then uncle, can you not leave in the future?" Long Ling 'er raised her head and looked at Long Yitian expectantly.
Long Yitian rubbed her head and said, "I'm going to sleep now, but I'll always be by your side."
"Uncle, what's going on?" Long Ling 'er asked.
"Go back and ask your father," Long Yitian said with a smile. Then, he looked at Ye Futian and the others below.
Ye Futian also raised his head and looked at this legendary figure. He said, "Junior Ye Futian thanks senior for saving my life."
Long Yitian nodded lightly and said, "Help me take care of Ling 'er."
As he said that, he raised his head and looked into the sky. Could it be that he had sensed wrongly?
A dragon roar sounded out. Long Yitian and the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon's figures gradually turned illusory. The matrix lit up and the illusory figures entered the jade pendant.
"Uncle." Long Ling 'er's eyes were filled with endless reluctance, but she could only watch as Long Yitian's figure disappeared. The light on the jade pendant dissipated and became dim, but it was obvious that this was not an ordinary jade pendant.
"Ling 'er, we should go," Ye Futian said.
"Okay." Long Ling 'er nodded while crying. After surviving a disaster, she clearly knew that this was not the time to be sad.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. The demonic Black Wind Condor spread its wings and disappeared, bringing everyone away like black lightning. Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Hua Jieyu, and the others' auras were very weak. If more Sage Plane cultivators came, it would definitely be a disaster.
This time, he did not let Ling 'er return to the Holy Zhi Palace. He did not know what they would encounter on the way back.
After they left for a while, some figures came towards the barren land. They were people from the Thousand Holy Islands at the edge of the Holy Zhi Palace. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they were surprised. What had happened here?
"It's Ning Yuen."
At that moment, someone exclaimed. One of the killed Sage Plane cultivators was recognized. It was a disciple who had once cultivated in the Holy Zhi Palace, Ning Yuen of the Ning Clan.
"Let's go and report to the Holy Zhi Palace." They knew that this was not a small matter and they could not make the decision.
At that moment, in the Gongsun Clan of the White Cloud City.
The clan leader of the Gongsun Clan looked at the broken jade scroll in front of him, his face pale.
The Sage Plane cultivator they had sent had died. Did this mean that they had failed?
In order to kill Ye Futian, they had even sent a Magi level figure. How could they have failed? This was already considering Ye Futian's strength to the greatest extent, even if it was an emergency.
Moreover, this time, it was not planned by the Gongsun Clan, but by people from the Holy Zhi Palace. The plan should have been perfect.
It was not only the Gongsun Clan. At that moment, the same scene happened in the Ning Clan in the east of Zhongzhou City. The clan leader of the Ning Clan held the broken jade scroll, his face pale.
They were all waiting for news. What had happened?
…
A few days later, news spread in the Barren State. On the day Ye Futian and the others left the Holy Zhi Palace, a fierce battle broke out in the barren mountains outside the Thousand Holy Islands. Several Sages had died, including Ning Yuen, a Sage of the Ning Clan who had once been a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace. The others were said to be Sages from the Gongsun Clan.
This news spread quickly in the Barren State and caused a commotion.
Many people guessed that Ye Futian might have been assassinated.
Some people who had challenged the Holy Road with Ye Futian stood out and said that Ye Futian and Yu Sheng had killed the genius of the Ning Clan, Ning Huang.
Ning Huang was known as the strongest genius of the Ning Clan, but he had died before entering the Holy Zhi Palace.
Similarly, the number one of the Gongsun Clan's younger generation, Gongsun Ye, who had won first place in the Alchemy Competition, had been killed by Ye Futian.
In that case, it seemed normal for the Ning Clan and the Gongsun Clan to seek revenge after Ye Futian was expelled from the Holy Zhi Palace.
But why did all five of the assassins die?
Three of them had their Spiritual Wills shattered and were killed. This was obviously not something that Ye Futian and the others could have done. Only someone who specialized in Spiritual Will attacks could have done it.
Who protected Ye Futian and the others?
Now, where were Ye Futian and the others?
It was as if they had disappeared from the Barren State. There was no news of them, and they did not return to the Zhuge Clan.
In the Zhuge Clan, Zhuge Mingyue was anxious and furious. Little Brother had just entered the Holy Zhi Palace and such a thing happened. It was ridiculous.
In the Battle Sage Palace, Sage Douzhan was also furious when he heard about this and ordered the people of the Battle Sage Palace to investigate the matter.
It was obvious that someone was behind this.
At the same time, in the east of Zhongzhou City, on the boundless Taihang Mountain.
Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and the others sat at the edge of a cliff to cultivate. Spiritual Qi flowed into their bodies and gradually recovered some of their vitality.
Thump, thump, thump … At that moment, it was as if there was a terrible earthquake. Taihang Mountain shook. Ye Futian opened his eyes and saw many golden apes in the distance. They all landed in the same place. In front of them, the king of Taihang Mountain, Yuan Hong, stood there like an ancient golden mountain.
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