Linghai Zhiwang bowed to Chen Changsheng beneath the pear tree, then stood up.
The entire process had been very swift.
Compared to normal circumstances, he had stood up a little too quickly. It could be interpreted as his movements being concise, but it could also be interpreted as him not being attentive.
Many people, especially the important figures of the Li Palace, knew that Linghai Zhiwang had never liked the Pope and harbored a faint hostility towards him.
Daoist Baishi and An Lin saw this out of the corner of their eyes, but they were not surprised.
Linghai Zhiwang had stood up while Daoist Baishi and An Lin were still bowing. There was a difference in height between the two sides.
It was just like the difference between the pear blossoms on the tree and Chen Changsheng.
A cool breeze blew, and countless white flowers drifted down, landing on Chen Changsheng's head or shoulders.
Linghai Zhiwang's right hand also drifted down, heading for Daoist Baishi's head.
The cold wind howled, the trees swayed, and the pear blossoms danced.
The wind even affected the distant Wenshui, throwing the shadows of the sky into chaos. The water grass at the bottom of the water fiercely swayed, seeming to transform into countless snakes.
Linghai Zhiwang's attack had been so sudden that no one in front of the hall could react.
An Lin could only see the lightning-fast palm out of the corner of her eyes. She was abnormally shocked and wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.
Yet Daoist Baishi seemed to have been prepared for this.
He still maintained his prostrating posture, but his right palm had left the ground at some point. Like duckweed on the surface of the water being blown about by the wind, it began to flip.
With a light clap, the two palms met above Daoist Baishi's head.
The stone floor in front of the hall began to tremble, sinking down by several inches!
The divine gate creaked in the howling wind, seeming ready to collapse at any moment.
Linghai Zhiwang's body swayed and he took two steps back. Countless strands of pure Qi leaked out of his Divine Robe, tearing countless cracks in the air.
Daoist Baishi stood up, his face turning a deep red, as if countless drops of blood were about to seep out of his skin.
An Lin was even more shocked, as the result of this clash of palms had completely exceeded her expectations.
Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Baishi had similar cultivations, both at the peak of Star Condensation.
Even if Daoist Baishi had been on guard this entire time, Linghai Zhiwang's palm had been extremely sudden, perfectly conforming to the laws of the world in front of the hall. It could be said to be the strongest attack of his life, yet it was unable to heavily injure Daoist Baishi, only gaining a slight advantage. Why was this?
An Lin sensed the divine aura emanating from Daoist White Stone's body and thought of a certain possibility. Her face paled.
Daoist Baishi did not bleed, but he knew that Linghai Zhiwang's sinister and all-out sneak attack had still inflicted significant injuries. He had to immediately leave.
He knew these people very well. This was their last chance to leave.
Linghai Zhiwang needed time to recover the vibrations of his true essence. An Lin had only just awoken from her daze and had not yet begun to fight. The young man who had just walked out of the hall, his body brimming with fierce sword intent, was presumably a young expert of the Mount Li Sword Sect. However, the Mount Li Sword Sect was not skilled in the art of pursuit, so they should not be able to stop him.
As for that person … he glanced at Chen Changsheng under the pear tree and thought, you're still heavily injured. Even if you use ten thousand swords, how can you stop me?
With a cold snort, he suddenly sped up, transforming into a wisp of smoke in the winter sun as he rushed out of the Daoist church.
As the fastest and most secretive of the Prefects of the Orthodoxy, his calculations had not been wrong. At this moment, no one present could stop him.
But he did not know one thing. From the Mount Song Army headquarters to Wenshui City, Chen Changsheng had been accompanied by two other people.
The wisp of smoke passed through the green trees of the garden, but it was never able to leave. No matter where he went, a girl would always appear in front of him.
Daoist Baishi was forced to reveal himself. He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes brimming with shock.
This girl had a childish face and a dull look in her eyes, as if she could not think.
Then how did you know where I would go next, and how did you move so quickly!
What made him even more uneasy was that when he was flying through the forest, he had felt a cold wind at the back of his neck.
It was like someone had been following him the entire time …
He knew that he had to use his full strength.
A divine Qi emerged from his Daoist robe and countless rays of pure white light seeped out of his palm.
It was a perfectly round white stone. Anyone who had been to the Heaven Lake of Mount Han might be able to recognize that it was a Heavenstone.
This Heavenstone was inlaid with an extremely complex array of black and gold. It was extremely beautiful and could be described as the pinnacle encounter between man and nature.
This was one of the Orthodoxy's treasures: the Falling Star Stone.
… …
… …
An Lin's conjecture was confirmed by this sight, causing her to become abnormally angry.
Daoist Baishi had been able to preserve the majority of his strength against Linghai Zhiwang's all-out sneak attack precisely because of the Falling Star Stone in his palm.
The Falling Star Stone was one of the Orthodoxy's treasures controlled by Daoist Baishi. An Lin, Linghai Zhiwang, and the others also had one.
These treasures, comparable to divine artifacts, were an important part of the Li Palace's array and were extremely important to the Orthodoxy.
Unless the Pope issued a decree, no one, including the Prefects of the Orthodoxy who were in charge of these treasures, could take these treasures out of the Li Palace.
Daoist Baishi had secretly taken the Falling Star Stone with him. No matter what his intentions were, he was guilty of betraying the Orthodoxy!
An Lin waved her right hand. Her belt flew off her body, bringing with it countless pear blossoms that surrounded Daoist Baishi.
"Do you think that you can keep me here like this?" Daoist Baishi shouted at the girl in front of him.
In truth, he was also saying these words to the ghostly figure behind him, to An Lin, and even more to Chen Changsheng.
As he spoke, he smashed the Falling Star Stone into the ground.
An Lin cursed at this sight. Ignoring the fact that her belt had failed to form an array, she rushed into the forest.
The Falling Star Stone landed on the ground, but it made no sound. The petals and leaves did not even tremble.
An ancient energy that seemed to come from an ancient era suddenly appeared.
Countless cold winds poured into the Falling Star Stone, and the petals and leaves on the ground followed it.
The Falling Star Stone seemed to transform into a massive vortex, swallowing up everything it touched. Even the laws of the world around it began to twist.
An incomparably deep black hole appeared on the ground. It seemed to have a circumference of only one zhang, but it also seemed boundless.
The Falling Star Stone floated within, exuding a gloomy light as if it were a real star.
The wind, the flowers, and the leaves continued to sink in and then vanish.
"Stop him!" An Lin hurriedly yelled.
The Falling Star Stone was truly worthy of being a treasure of the Orthodoxy that was comparable to a divine artifact. It had actually forcefully torn open space and opened a path that led to some unknown place!
Daoist Baishi expressionlessly glanced at her.
At this time, the Falling Star Stone had already released its full aura. Whether it was the little girl in front of it or the ghostly figure behind it, none of them could stop it.
He walked into the gloomy path.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would appear several hundred li away in the next moment, on a plain.
However … something unexpected happened at this moment.
His feet had clearly landed in the gloomy path, so why did he still feel like he was stepping on dirt?
Why did he feel like he was stepping on petals and leaves?
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