Perfect World: Start by traveling to the Wuwang Mansion

Chapter 310 The True Path is Forged in the Flames of War!
Shi Qingyun's gaze suddenly became much deeper, and the aura of the Escape One was slowly flowing around his body, with wisps of chaotic energy flashing with immortal light.

His body trembled, and a dazzling divine halo suddenly appeared behind him. He spoke loudly to the group of cultivators in front of him:
"The border region is in dire need of attention; we must set off immediately!"

"Destination—the frontier!"

"set off!"

As soon as Shi Qingyun gave the order, in less than half a day, warships carrying the flags of various sects and families appeared, tearing through the void.

The Heaven-Severing Cult, the Heaven-Mending Cult, the Canghai Academy...

One after another, imposing warships pierced the void.

Heading towards Shidu Prefecture, the countless warships in the sky instantly obscured the prefecture, casting long shadows.

On the bow of the ship, a group of cultivators at the first stage of cultivation exuded a terrifying aura, their eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

For these scions of noble families, the thought of being driven around by Shi Qingyun, a person from the lower realm, filled them with resentment.

The combined auras of the cultivators from various aristocratic families caused the sky above Shidu Prefecture to crack open, revealing a deep fissure that threatened to engulf the entire prefecture.

Doing this on the territory where Yun Palace is located is clearly intended to give Shi Qingyun a warning.

In the distance stood a woman dressed in silver-white battle armor, who was not involved in the events. Her name was Shi Yimeng, and she was the person in charge of the Jietian Sect this time.

Seeing what the various sects were doing, although Ni Su said she would support Shi Qingyun, she didn't take action at this time because she wanted to see what he was capable of.

Without the help of the Legend of Sword and Fairy, how far can he go?

She also believed that Shi Qingyun was fearless because he had the help of the Immortal Sword; otherwise, why would the various sects show him weakness?

Just as Shi Yimeng was pondering how Shi Qingyun should break the deadlock, the originally dark sky suddenly turned blood red.

A huge, blood-red eye slowly emerged from the crack.

As the eyes opened, a blood-red pupil instantly appeared, emanating an aura of power.

His gaze swept over everyone present, shattering the previously tense atmosphere. Many cultivators at the Escape One level felt as if they had fallen into an endless purgatory.

A feeling of submission involuntarily arose in my heart when I looked at that one eye.

"Is this the Eye of Heaven?"

"How come there is such a thing?"

"What a terrifying pressure!"

Boom——

Just as the many cultivators were still resisting, a series of enormous sounds of void shattering slowly spread out.

Beneath that blood-red eye, warships shattered the void and slowly emerged from it.

On the foremost warship, Shi Qingyun, dressed in a snow-white robe, fluttered in the wind, with several gaunt old men standing behind him.

However, the aura they exuded made Shi Yimeng feel a terrifying power comparable to that of her own sect leader.

Behind Shi Qingyun stood rows of heavy, black warships, exuding a chilling aura.

These were all built using the resources that Yun Palace had plundered; these warships alone had already emptied half of Yun Palace's coffers.

If it weren't for the substantial tributes he received each year, Chen Xuan would have been heartbroken.

The blood-red pupils behind Shi Qingyun slowly faded away, and the sky that had been dyed red became clear again.

Shi Qingyun's gaze swept over the dense array of flags before him, and the aura of a mid-stage Transcendent Realm cultivator emanated from his body.

Those cultivators who originally wanted to intimidate Shi Qingyun immediately held back.

He noticed the difference in strength between the two sides with just one move, and to deliberately make things difficult for them now would be insane.

Seeing this, Shi Qingyun's eyes remained calm and composed, her voice soft yet clear, reaching everyone's ears:

"The borderlands are in dire need of attention; life and death hang by a thread."

"Gentlemen, let's turn the tide together!"

"Heading towards the frontier!"

The spatial rift opened wide, and warships plunged into it in a mighty torrent, disappearing from their original positions in the blink of an eye.

On the desolate battlefield, blood and fire stained the sky red, and the stench of blood permeated the entire battlefield.

Meng Tianzheng and other supreme cultivators, along with cultivators from another region, fell into an alternate dimension and fought continuously.

The aftershocks of the battle scattered throughout the river of time, creating ripples, and nebulae were constantly annihilated between the two sides.

The starry sky was ablaze with light, and blood-soaked corpses lay scattered across it, with cultivators falling every moment.

Shi Hao, the Emperor, and other prodigies scattered in various places, leading the cultivators of the Nine Heavens in a valiant fight against the enemy.

Although the Emperor, Shi Hao, and others suppressed the foreign invasion on their respective battlefields, they were at a disadvantage on other battlefields.

As time goes by, the Nine Heavens Battlefront is shrinking.

On a shattered continent, a fragment of the heavens that had been broken apart, tens of thousands of years later, war once again raged here.

Shi Hao's body trembled, and behind him, a lush green grass slowly grew in the void.

His face was frosty, his eyes radiated murderous intent, a divine halo behind him flashed with terrifying power, and his white hair fluttered in the wind.

He pinched two fingers together in the void, and the divine herb behind him swayed gently, causing a leaf to fall from it and land between his fingers.

The leaf shimmered with Dao patterns, and with a gentle wave forward, a crimson and white sword light shot out from it.

The sword light instantly ripped through the void, and the fragments of the continent beneath their feet were instantly split in two by a streak of crimson and white light.

The alien cultivators who attacked him were all turned to ashes by the sword light.

Behind him stood several borderland cultivators covered in wounds, their eyes filled with admiration as they witnessed Shi Hao's display of power.

If it weren't for Shi Hao, they would have died countless times along the way.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, the Emperor, the Witch, and others have all been attacked by alien forces and lost contact with them."

Should we return to Diguan?

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao remained calm and composed. He was not surprised that the foreign cultivators had led a group to ambush him, but he was somewhat astonished that they had become so restless so quickly.

"You should go back to Diguan to heal your wounds first."

"From now on, I will walk this path alone."

Before they went to the battlefield, Meng Tianzheng told them that the aliens might try to kill them, since there were precedents for this.

They were mentally prepared for this.

"This……"

"You saved our lives, we'll go wherever you go!"

"Correct!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao simply shook his head and explained the pros and cons to them.

"This is the path of cultivation we have chosen; we must forge our path amidst blood and fire."

"Don't worry."

The others behind him also knew that if they followed Shi Hao, they would only hold him back.

"We will never forget Fellow Daoist Shi's kindness. If you need our help in the future, please give us your orders." "We will take our leave first."

After bidding farewell to Shi Hao, the group used their escape techniques to disappear from their original positions at lightning speed and sped off towards the Imperial Pass.

As Shi Hao gazed at the sky where spatial cracks were constantly appearing, his expression gradually hardened.

"From now on, it's a journey for one person."

"Then, come on!"

His domineering words echoed in the sky for a long time, and a wisp of yin and yang energy surrounded him. In a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Only corpses remained, dripping blood and crushing fragments of starfields.

The flames of war forged an indomitable will, and the cultivation journey for these prodigies began.

The void was filled with chaotic currents, and the aura of death lingered. Life and death were like a lamp going out, and cultivators were dying every moment, including some monstrous geniuses.

On the battlefield, it's a fight to the death; there are no other options. Everyone's only goal is to survive, so no matter who you're fighting, there's no turning back.

A thrilling chase is unfolding amidst a chaotic void.

The witch's pure white dress no longer possessed its original sanctity; instead, it was covered with hideous scars.

Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red.

A phantom image of a Kunpeng appeared beneath his feet, constantly traversing between the man-eating spatial rifts, stretching out his hands.

Dao patterns shot out from his fingertips and fell into the void behind him.

The Dao patterns immediately rippled in the void, and the ripples spread out in an instant, transforming into a calm, wave-like mirror.

It exuded a strange aura, and then figures emerged from the mirror.

The indistinct figures exuded such power that the spatial rifts around them multiplied.

"It actually directly reflects the dead beings here coming to fight!"

"This immortal seed is indeed strange, but it's a pity that it's just a facade in the end."

"This seed has too much potential, we should hurry up and nip it in the bud!"

In the distance, several people were seen relentlessly chasing after the witch from behind. There were five men and one woman, among them a cultivator who had achieved the first stage of cultivation.

These are the people from another realm who came to assassinate the witch, showing that the witch also left a deep impression on that other realm.

If it weren't for the witch's reliance on the Kunpeng Technique and the obstruction of the Void Seed, she would have been caught long ago.

However, if things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before they catch up.

Of the six, the cultivator who had achieved the first stage of cultivation stepped forward, no longer allowing his subordinates to waste time.

A dark gold cauldron shot out from his hand, rapidly enlarging in mid-air.

A divine aura emanated from it, instantly piercing through layers of heaven and earth, directly annihilating a group of cultivators who rushed forward.

After the cauldron annihilated a large number of cultivators, it directly bombarded the mirror. Having fought it several times, he naturally knew the weakness of this supernatural power.

click-

The heavy cauldron landed heavily on the mirror, instantly causing ripples to spread across the calm surface, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

With a crisp shattering sound, the mirror shattered on the spot, and the cultivator reflected in it instantly turned into ashes and vanished into the air.

However, in the next instant, the cauldron slammed heavily onto a spatial rift, instantly creating huge ripples.

"Damn it! We've been tricked!"

"Get out of the way!"

Wherever the ripples passed, the space beneath the cauldron began to crumble inch by inch.

Spatial turbulence surged instantly, and fragments of space fell from above as they stood in the surrounding world.

The space became extremely unstable, with no chance even to escape into the void.

The cultivator who made the move had a very gloomy expression. He recalled the cauldron and infused it with Dao patterns one by one.

The cauldron grew taller in the wind, instantly becoming much larger.

"Go! Charge straight out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him followed him into the large cauldron.

Dang Dang Dang——

Fragments of space, like sharp blades, slashed at the cauldron, instantly sparking bursts of sparks.

The cauldron charged headlong toward the witch's location amidst a continuous barrage of strikes.

The witch, who was fleeing ahead, looked back at the collapsing space behind her, her face still tense, and divine power surged out of her body.

Roar--

Behind him, a Kunpeng that blotted out the sky transformed into a streak of light with a flick of its sleeve and vanished from the spot.

"Chase!"

As he sensed the witch's aura slowly dissipating into the void, the cultivator's eyes were filled with killing intent.

You can imagine the anger he felt after being tricked by such a young girl.

The others behind them dared not say a word, only thinking about killing the witch as soon as possible. They used their escape techniques to catch up with the cultivator.

Shi Qingyun and many other cultivators from the Nine Heavens marched in a mighty force toward the borderlands.

"The space ahead is unstable, so we cannot travel through the air to avoid being caught in the spatial turbulence."

Shi Qingyun nodded. With his divine sense, he also sensed the unstable space here and was about to return.

He sensed a familiar aura, paused in his steps, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The witch's longsword flashed brightly, shooting out streaks of cold sword light in all directions.

Wherever the sword light passed, space shattered inch by inch. With a light touch of her toes, a mirror rose up from the ground behind her.

With a slight leap backward, he quickly merged into the mirror, dodging the powerful magical abilities shooting from all around.

However, after being bombarded by so many powerful Taoist spells, and affected by the residual force, his face immediately turned a few shades paler.

Drops of blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and cracks appeared on his body.

The foreigners, seeing the witch once again escape right under their noses, were filled with fury that nearly burst forth from their eyes.

"Damn it!"

"If I catch her, I'll tear her apart alive!"

After cursing angrily, he quickly gave chase, with wisps of black energy emanating from his body.

The witch clutched her arm, where countless cracks had appeared.

She took the blow head-on from the cultivator at the Escape Realm. If most of the damage hadn't been transferred into the space-time beneath her feet, she would have exploded and died from that attack.

Just as the witch was frantically trying to figure out how to escape, she felt a powerful force rushing towards her.

(End of this chapter)