Immortal Rebellion: Investing in Cause and Effect, Unexpectedly Hijacking Li Muwan's Deal

Three days later

The five people from Luohemen: Lu Qing, Li Muwan, Li Qiqing, Zhou Yun, and Liu Yiyi.

Led personally by Sect Leader Lan Ruo, they once again arrived at the Burning Heaven Arena.

Alliance envoy Xiao Chen didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and made a gesture towards the air.

"Buzz—"

A deep tremor seemed to come from the depths of the heavens.

The space above the arena suddenly seemed to be torn apart, revealing a deep blue crack.

Xiao Chen formed hand seals, and his ten fingers flew out countless silver runes, which disappeared into the crack.

The crack gradually stabilized, forming a "space gate" with a diameter of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Looking through the portal, one can still see some distorted light and shadow, and the occasional fleeting glimpses of broken land and jagged rocks.

"The passage is open and will remain open for 100 days." Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Those who hold the token, bring your fellow disciples inside."

One hundred days later, the passage will be closed, and those stranded will no longer be able to return.

Everyone from Luohe Sect looked at Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan took out the black token that was already bound to his soul from his storage bag.

The token was slightly warm at the moment, and its surface was covered with deep blue patterns that subtly echoed the spatial gate in the air.

He was the first to walk towards the portal.

Li Muwan and Li Qiqing followed closely behind.

Zhou Yun and Liu Yiyi exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Arriving at the portal, Lu Xuan pressed the token forward.

The token emitted a black and red beam of light, which disappeared into the spatial gate.

The silver spatial power on the surface of the spatial gate slowly parted to both sides.

Lu Xuan turned around, gave a slight bow to Lan Ruo and the elders, then turned and stepped into the spatial gate.

Li Muwan and the others also entered in turn.

Once all five figures had disappeared inside, the silver spatial power on the surface of the spatial gate closed up again.

…………

Tens of thousands of miles away from the fiery kingdom, on the border of the Zhao state.

Wang Lin lay in a crevice in the rocks, covered in blood.

He had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his left shoulder, from which a strange black aura emanated, constantly eroding the surrounding flesh.

He has been on the run for a full hundred days.

But those who hunt him down will never rest until he is dead!

Three months ago,

Wang Lin was in a ruin on the outskirts of the Demon Sea.

They are competing with disciples of a medium-sized sect, "Blood Soul Sect," for a thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

Wang Linquan killed three of the opponents, one of whom was the only son of the Blood Soul Sect's leader, the Blood Soul Ancestor.

From that day on, the Blood Soul Sect began a relentless pursuit of him.

Three days ago, the Blood Soul Ancestor personally took action.

Even a casual strike from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator nearly cost Wang Lin his life.

If it weren't for Situ Nan inside the Heavenly Rebellion Pearl, who used his divine sense to help Wang Lin teleport away at the crucial moment, he would probably have already been refined into a furnace by the Blood Soul Ancestor.

"Kid, if this keeps up, you probably won't last three days."

Situ Nan's voice echoed in Wang Lin's mind.

"The Blood Soul Ancestor left a tracking mark on you."

No matter where you run, he can catch up with you.

Moreover, my spiritual energy is too depleted, and I can no longer teleport you...

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and took out the last half bottle of healing medicine from his storage bag, pouring it all over his wound.

The powder hissed and burned as it came into contact with the black mist, and the intense pain caused his vision to go black in waves.

"Senior, is there any other way?" Wang Lin asked.

After a moment of silence, Situ Nan said:

"I sensed unusual spatial fluctuations sixty miles to the north."

If I'm not mistaken, that should be the entrance to the extraterrestrial battlefield.

"An extraterritorial battlefield?" Wang Lin was taken aback upon hearing this.

He initially used the identity of a disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect to participate in the battle for the outer battlefield tokens of Jue Ming Valley.

Although both the Fire Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom are third-level cultivation kingdoms...

However, the living environment and the cultivation sects in the State of Zhao are far better than those in the State of Huofen.

The Fire Kingdom only has one slot to enter the extraterritorial battlefield, while the Zhao Kingdom has three.

At the same time, the Cultivation Alliance should give the Zhao Kingdom much more time to prepare.

Situ Nan quickly explained the situation of the extraterritorial battlefield to Wang Lin, and concluded by saying:

"The extraterritorial battlefield is located in a spatial rift. Once you enter, the Blood Soul Ancestor will no longer be able to track you. This is your only way to survive."

"Then how do I enter the extraterritorial battlefield?" Wang Lin asked.

"Just go, I have a plan!" Situ replied.

Without hesitation, Wang Lin struggled to get up.

He tore off a piece of his robe, hastily bandaged his wound, swallowed the last few Qi-restoring pills, mounted his flying sword, and sped northward.

The sixty-mile journey was completed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin, struggling to maintain his fading consciousness, arrived at a desolate valley.

In the center of the valley, more than ten monks were gathered around an altar.

Above the altar, a spatial rift similar to the one on the Burning Heaven Arena was slowly taking shape.

Judging from the attire of those cultivators, aren't they from the Hengyue Sect, the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the Corpse Yin Sect?

However, at this moment, the Blood Soul Ancestor appeared!

"You little bastard, where do you think you're going to run to!" A streak of blood-red light shot down from the horizon!

Before the bloodshed even arrived, a terrifying pressure had already enveloped the entire valley.

The alliance envoy frowned and said, "This place is the entrance to the extraterritorial battlefield. Please—"

"Get lost!" Blood Soul Ancestor ignored the Alliance envoy, waved his sleeve, and a blood-red light shot straight at the envoy's face.

The envoy's expression changed, and he produced a bronze shield.

The crimson light struck the shield, unleashing a piercing metallic clang.

The shield shattered, and the messenger retreated repeatedly.

The alliance envoy was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so how could he dare to step forward and stop the Blood Soul Ancestor?

The Blood Soul Ancestor looked towards where Wang Lin was hiding, then extended a finger and pointed it down into the air.

"You little thief, come out and face your death!!"

Wang Lin felt the space around him freeze instantly.

He was forcibly pulled out from behind the rock by an invisible force and hung in mid-air.

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't move even a single finger.

The difference between Nascent Soul and Foundation Establishment is simply too great.

"When you killed my child, did you ever think of this day?" The Blood Soul Ancestor's voice was icy, and crimson light gathered at his fingertips.

Wang Lin stared at the gradually opening spatial rift, despair flashing in his eyes.

But at that moment, the Heavenly Reversal Pearl on his chest suddenly began to tremble violently!

A warm, gentle power surged from the bead, instantly flowing throughout the body.

Situ Nan's voice rang out urgently: "Boy, I will help you preserve your soul, but after this I will fall into a deep sleep!"

From now on, it's all up to fate...

Before Situ Nan could finish speaking,

The blood-red light from the Blood Soul Ancestor's fingertips had already struck Wang Lin's body.

Wang Lin's body began to wither rapidly, then peeled away inch by inch, turning into a pile of ashes.

But his soul, protected by the Heavenly Reversal Pearl, rushed towards the spatial rift above the altar!

Blood Soul Ancestor's expression darkened, and he pointed out another finger.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Reversal Pearl was not selected.

The Alliance envoy was visibly taken aback the moment he saw the bead.

Then he rushed towards the Heavenly Reversal Pearl, trying to seize it.

however,

The speed of the Heavenly Reversal Pearl is simply too fast.

Just as the messenger reached the crack, it had already slipped inside.

But the messenger did not give up and plunged in after him.

Blood Soul Ancestor's expression changed drastically, but after much consideration, he still turned and left.

on site,

The three—Huanglong Zhenren, the leader of the Hengyue Sect; Pu Nanzi, the sect leader of the Xuandao Sect; and Ye Zizai, the sect leader of the Shiyin Sect—exchanged glances at each other.

After a long while, Master Huanglong finally spoke and asked:

"What...what's going on?"

"The messenger has gone after the bead. What should we do now?" Park Nam-ja asked.

"Who cares? This is a once-in-five-hundred-years opportunity, I can't miss it. Let's go in first!" Ye Zizai didn't have that many concerns.

With a wave of his hand, he sent his sect's disciples into the outer battlefield with their tokens.

Master Huanglong and Park Namja exchanged a glance.

He then sent his disciples into the outer battlefield as well.